During the time Bai Song left, everything was normal at Chang'an's house. When the women in the house occasionally quarreled, there were always no major conflicts.
The various undertakings left in Chang'an by the Bai Song Dynasty were also developing in an orderly manner, without too much span, and the development curve was relatively smooth.
The imperial court was also very stable, mainly because of the emergence of the Shenwu Cannon. Regardless of whether it was internal or external, all forces were very stable.
Among all the stability and normality, the only abnormal one is probably the young prince Bai An.
The child is still the same child, but since Bai Song left, the child's behavior has become somewhat different.
This is not to say that he has become more naughty, but that this child has become more calm when he is less cute and playful.
In just over half a year, it feels like I have grown ten years older.
This change was especially noticeable in front of his mothers, but these women didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that his father usually looked in his early twenties, but he always gave people a calm feeling of being in his seventies or eighties.
Everyone thought that the child was born with certain qualities of his father.
Among the women in the palace, Qing'er is a special case. She is a woman who has been helping Bai Song establish an intelligence network and coordinates and manages all Bai Song's business.
Qing'er's temperament has also undergone subtle changes over time, and only Qing'er feels more and more unusual about this little brat.
Qing'er found that Xiao Bai An often disappeared suddenly and then suddenly appeared again, as if he was doing something behind the back of the whole family.
In response to this, Qing'er secretly ordered her subordinates to keep an eye on this kid.
But Xiao Bai An was extremely vigilant. The personnel responsible for collecting underground intelligence stared at a child who was only four years old, but did not get any useful clues.
Xiao Bai'an disappeared when he should have. It seems that there is another force affecting Qing'er's investigation.
At this moment, the same situation occurred again.
The maid beside Bai An could not find the young master again.
Qing'er quickly stopped writing and walked around the courtyard. She had just seen Bai An wandering in front of her a second ago, but this time she quickly discovered that the boy was leaning against the wall in the room.
Qing'er said nothing and quietly observed the boy in the room. She wanted to know what the bigger boy was doing every day.
Xiao Bai An was leaning against the wall, seeming to be listening to something. He was recording something on paper with a charcoal pen in one hand, and tapping the table rhythmically with the other hand.
Qing'er's eyes stayed on the paper written by Bai An, and when the boy didn't pay attention, he suddenly opened the door, walked to the table in two steps, and grabbed the paper in the palm of his hand.
"Qing'er mother!" Bai An shouted, "You scared me to death!"
Xiao Bai An was indeed shocked and threw the charcoal aside.
Qing'er glared at Bai An, ignored her, and muttered: "You kid didn't know what you were doing all day long, and you disappeared after a while. I want to see what you are doing!"
Saying that, Qing'er raised the paper in her hand and paid attention to Bai An's expression.
There was nothing unusual about Bai An, he looked innocent.
Qing'er looked at the paper and frowned.
There is not a single word on the paper, just long and short vertical lines, arranged very neatly, as if there are rules, but also seem to have no rules at all.
"What are these?"
Bai An pointed at the wall cutely: "Mom Qing'er, come here and listen too. There seems to be mice gnawing in the cracks in the wall. The sound is so strange, ticking, ticking, ticking, so I wrote down this rhythm."
"Go back to me quickly, don't run around!"
Qing'er said seriously, and then looked at the vertical lines on the paper. She really couldn't understand it, so she could only regard it as a masterpiece of a bored child.
"Mom, give me the things back."
Qing'er threw away the paper, called the maid outside, and asked her to take Bai An back to the palace.
Qing'er left, Bai An took the paper and looked at the vertical lines on it and frowned.
"Little prince, you came to this house just to draw these? What are these?" the little maid complained, pouting her little mouth in dissatisfaction.
Xiao Bai'an clasped his hands behind his back angrily and said to himself: "Besides me, the only one who can understand this is my father... No, maybe my father can't understand it either."
"What kind of fame can these reveal?"
"Chang'an City is probably going to be lively again."
"Busty? Chang'an is not always lively."
"What do you know? Let's go back home quickly and prepare."
"What are you preparing for?"
"Get ready to leave Beijing."
"Ah?" The little maid's eyes widened, "Little prince, what are you causing trouble here?"
Xiao Bai'an pointed to the vertical line at the back of the paper: "The Morse code at the back indicates that my father will return to Chang'an within three days."
"Master is coming back? Also, what is... Morse code?"
It is very troublesome for the little maid to follow the young master, because the young master always says some incomprehensible words, which makes the little girl struggle to understand.
Bai An took the little maid's hand and ran directly out of the house.
"Stop talking nonsense. If dad comes back, I will reveal my secret sooner or later. I still have a lot of things to do. I can't be locked up at home."
The little maid asked while running: "Why? Even if the master really wants to come back, the young prince doesn't have to leave! And how can we leave? The ladies will not agree."
"Don't worry about it. I have my own ideas. In short, just follow me obediently."
About to run away from home again, the little maid remembered that time half a year ago. Now she is not so easy to fool!
As long as the young prince wanted to leave, she would immediately inform him.
The two little brats left the bank one after another. Qing'er, who was standing in the courtyard, frowned and murmured, "What was that kid Bai An mumbling about just now?"
Zhuzi, who came out of the front hall, yawned and said, "It seems that he said that his father will be back soon."
"Huh?" Qing'er exclaimed, and then sighed, "The child still misses his father."
"Do you want it, miss?" Zhuzi joked.
Qing'er's face was slightly red, but she was also more sentimental: "Think about it...but what's the use of thinking about it?"
Just then, the bank's homing pigeon flew back.
Qing'er took down the letter, opened the note and took a look, she was stunned.
Zhuzi looked at Qing'er's expression and felt a little strange: "What happened?"
"My lord...he will arrive in Chang'an within three days."
"What? Is Bai An really right?"
"How did Bai An know?"
"Children are talking nonsense, right?"
"But the expression on his face just now seemed to be saying something very certain."
"Miss, don't think too much. How could Bai An get the news before you do? Our intelligence network has covered most of the Tang Dynasty. Even the emperor can't get the news as quickly as we do."
Qing'er thought and nodded: "Yes, what am I thinking about!"