Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow filtered through the mottled leaves, casting pieces of golden light on the ground.

Hu Bugui stood in his own courtyard with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes occasionally looking at Hu Lingyun's figure in the house, thinking secretly in his heart.

He had been weighing the matter of taking Hu Lingyun to Chang'an for a long time.

His son has reached the age to start a career, but he has been busy making a living over the years and has never made a good plan for his son's future.

Hu Lingyun had very poor aptitude for studying and her grades were always unsatisfactory.

After all, I'm not cut out for studying.

Now that I'm at the critical juncture of finding a job, I'm running into obstacles everywhere.

This trip to Chang'an may be a rare opportunity for Hu Lingyun.

Hu Bugui knew that all his old classmates in Chang'an were doing very well, with extensive connections and many opportunities.

As long as he could show his son in front of them, and ask them to find a job for his son in the future, his son would have a stable place to stand in this world and no longer have to worry about his livelihood.

"Lingyun, let's go."

"I'll write a letter to your mother first. Please wait for Dad."

Hu Bugui tried his best to make his tone sound gentle.

Hearing the voice, Hu Lingyun walked out of the house quickly, anticipation flashing in her eyes. She nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, Dad, I'll wait for you."

After saying that, he stood aside and looked at his father quietly.

Hu Bugui walked into the room, slowly sat down in front of the slightly old desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and paused the tip of the brush slightly on the paper.

After finishing writing the letter, Hu Bugui carefully folded it, put it in the envelope, checked it carefully again, then got up and walked out of the house.

He and Hu Lingyun closed the door gently, turned around and hurried towards Xianyang Railway Station.

Along the way, the shops on the street lit up their dim lights one after another, and pedestrians came and went. The figures of the father and son seemed a little anxious in this bustling city.

According to the itinerary, if nothing unexpected happens, they will arrive in Chang'an at 1:00 p.m.

Hu Lingyun was filled with joy. This was the first time he had gone out with his father, and he could hardly suppress his excitement.

Although he was not unfamiliar with Chang'an, during the school holidays, he would always make an appointment with his classmates to take a train from Xianyang to Chang'an for a trip.

Every time you go to Chang'an, you can discover new surprises and you will never get bored.

Although Xianyang was also prosperous and bustling with traffic, Hu Lingyun had an indescribable preference for Chang'an.

In his opinion, as long as he stepped into Chang'an, he could hear the hustle and bustle of carriages and horses and the chanting of literati and poets from thousands of years ago. The historical heritage that came to his face always made him intoxicated.

Hu Lingyun also noticed that her father didn't seem to like going to Chang'an.

Whenever Chang'an was mentioned, my father's expression would always become a little strange, and there would be a hint of alienation in his words.

But today, her father was going to Chang'an, which really made Hu Lingyun very curious.

"Dad, is this your first time going to Chang'an?"

Hu Lingyun finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked cautiously.

Hu Bugui paused, turned his head slightly, a hint of reminiscence appeared on his face, and he shook his head gently and said, "No, your father used to live in Chang'an and had a small house."

"Your mother and I met in Chang'an, but you were still young at that time and don't remember anything. You were also born in Chang'an."

"Ah? Was I born in Chang'an?"

Hu Lingyun's face was full of surprise, her eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly open.

This was the first time he heard his father talk about these past events.

"Yes, we moved to Xianyang when you were two years old. Speaking of which, I haven't been to the house in Chang'an for a long time. I don't know what it looks like now."

Hu Bugui raised his head slightly.

"Then Dad, why do we have to move? I think Chang'an is better than Xianyang!"

Hu Lingyun asked.

Hearing this question, Hu Bugui was silent for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be trapped in a memory that he didn't want to mention.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Because of some things, in short, these things are not something a child like you can understand. Don't ask about it in the future, and don't tell anyone."

Seeing her father like this, although Hu Lingyun was full of curiosity, she nodded sensibly and kept her doubts in her heart.

At Xianyang Railway Station, the platform is bustling with people coming and going.

The steam train, belching thick smoke, slowly entered the platform and blew a long, dull whistle. As the train stopped, steam billowed out in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Hu Bugui, along with Hu Lingyun, carried some simple luggage and slowly walked off the train with the crowd.

At the entrance of Chang'an Station.

A team of Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms stood upright in the center, with extraordinary momentum.

The flying fish suits they wore exuded an air of majesty.

These Jinyiwei had serious expressions, their eyes fixed straight ahead, and they waited quietly.

It was obvious that they were waiting for the arrival of some important person.

The Jinyiwei who led the group wore a Feiyu suit of the fourth rank, with more exquisite embroidery on the clothes. He wore an embroidered spring sword on his waist, and he exuded the aura of a superior.

Like his men, he waited quietly, looking up at the train station exit from time to time, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

This scene attracted the attention of passers-by, and everyone was secretly wondering who these usually majestic Jinyiwei were waiting for here.

From time to time, a few whispers could be heard from the crowd: "Who are these Jinyiwei waiting for? Such a big scene."

"Is it possible that some high-ranking official is coming?"

Until I saw Hu Bugui slowly walking out of the station.

The team of Jinyiwei then went forward in unison, with steady steps and efficient movements.

"Brother Hu, I'm here to pick you up!" The leading Jinyiwei walked quickly to Hu Bugui, with a friendly smile on his face, bowed slightly, and saluted.

Hu Lingyun stared blankly at the Jinyiwei in front of him who was wearing the fourth-rank official uniform and calling her "Dad, Brother Hu". She was a little unable to react for a moment and her eyes were wide open.

Hu Bugui also looked up and smiled at the newcomer, his smile tinged with a hint of teasing: "Xiao Xue, you're incredible! You're so powerful now! It's been almost ten years since we last met, and you've become a well-known figure."

Hearing Hu Bugui's words, Xue Li quickly shook his head, a wry smile on his face: "Prestigious? Where does it come from? It took me more than ten years to get to this position now. Among my classmates back then, I'm the worst off."

"I just received news that you were coming to Chang'an. Since I happened to be working nearby, I came directly to pick you up."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically took the luggage from Hu Bugui.

Hearing Xue Li's words, Hu Bugui nodded, the smile on his face gradually faded, and a hint of inquiry was revealed in his eyes: "You all know about this last-minute decision I made. Do you even supervise me when I'm in Xianyang?"

"The news came quickly."

His tone was extremely relaxed.