Huang Gongdu has been very busy these days. As the second best person, he has many social activities.
After the hairpin parade, the next day they worshiped at the Confucian Temple - the new Confucian Temple where Confucius' father was invited.
In the evening, attend the Qionglin Banquet.
I slept drunk all night, then went to the Etiquette Department to rehearse and learn various etiquette.
I have to drink alcohol for several nights in a row.
There are always new scholars from well-off families who are enthusiastically invited by the same year.
The royal family specially opened the Jinming Pond, allowing the scholars to drink and play there. If they did not rehearse etiquette during the day, everyone would go to the Jinming Pond to hold cultural gatherings, recite poems and write poems, which was a great time. Once a good work appeared, it would spread throughout the capital the next day.
Although Huang Gongdu was ranked second, he was even more prosperous than the number one scholar.
Because his poems are so good, even some old works are sung by the singers in Tokyo!
Huang Gongdu in this time and space is destined to have a better life.
Historically, when he passed the imperial examination, he was appreciated by Prime Minister Zhao Ding.
Because he supported Zhao Ding and Yue Fei, he only served as an official for two or three years before he was framed and dismissed by Qin Hui. A few years later, he was recalled to the capital and was soon demoted to manage the Taoist temple.
A No. 1 scholar, after more than ten years of wasted time, he is still only a general judge of Zhaoqing Prefecture.
It was not until Qin Hui died of illness that he was promoted to Yuanwailang. Soon he also died of illness. Because he was transferred back and forth in remote states and counties in his early years, his physical condition was very bad.
Wearing his newly issued official uniform, Huang Gongdu got up early and gathered on Junyi Street with a group of new scholars.
Everyone seemed very excited because there was a prisoner presentation ceremony today.
Li Zhong stood in front of Huang Gongdu, who had woken up from his sweet dream.
Li Zhong could feel that although everyone was very enthusiastic about him, it was just a superficial disguise.
His father was still a low-level general in the Song Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, he was demoted to a garrison officer in Huangzhou and was not even considered a formal general.
If he, the son of a Banren military officer, had really learned a lot, he might have been regarded differently by those who were Jinshi in the same year. The problem was that he didn't have much money, and his poetry was mediocre, and even mathematics and physics were not top-notch.
How many people are unconvinced that someone like him can win the top prize?
Huang Gongdu was very unconvinced, but he was still very graceful.
Sometimes, Li Zhong was embarrassed when asked about his poems. Huang Gongdu took the initiative to help him out, turning the topic to the various ethnic groups in the northwest and asking Li Zhong for some ethnic issues.
Li Zhong spoke eloquently on ethnic issues. During the dinner, some people clapped their hands and praised him, while more people showed disdain.
"Fellow Jinshi, the ceremony is about to begin, please go forward!" An official from the Ministry of Rites came to remind.
Li Zhong hurriedly walked forward, and Huang Gongdu followed suit.
They lined up behind many civil servants and slowly walked towards the Imperial Street, then moved towards Xuande Tower.
"Stop!"
Everyone waited slowly, and no one dared to speak again.
The clocks on the four sides of the Bell and Drum Tower were about to reach the right time, and several shouts came from the Xuande Tower: "The Emperor ascends the tower!"
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of ritual music.
"Officials come forward!"
The new scholars, following the civil and military officials, walked closer to Xuande Tower.
Following the voice of the ceremony officer, Huang Gongdu inserted the wat board on his back, kowtowed to the emperor and said long live the mountain, and then stood up and danced happily.
Immediately afterwards, the civil and military officials retreated to both sides.
The ceremony officer shouted again: "The Emperor's military parade!"
Military parades have been held in all dynasties, but they were only held at school grounds or in the suburbs. It was rare for emperors to bring troops into the city for review.
The music changed again and became more exciting.
From Imperial Street all the way south to Nanxunmen, half of the central axis of Tokyo city, there are people on both sides of the street stopping to watch the ceremony.
The army also entered through Nanxun Gate, so that all ordinary people could see it.
Huang Gongdu suddenly heard an exclamation, followed by cheers and shouts.
"哐哐哐哐~~~~"
The sound of neat footsteps came closer and closer, and Huang Gongdu couldn't help but step up to watch.
At the front are the heavily armored guards, led by Bai Sheng, the commander of the Ouchi guards, followed by Gu San and Shi Biao commanding the advance.
Only these three generals showed their faces, and the rest of the heavy armored infantry all pulled down their masks. Their whole bodies were covered in armor, with only three holes for their eyes and mouths. They walked uniformly with their spears upright, and they could be felt from a distance.
A chilling atmosphere.
The yellow-headed Uighur envoys who came to Beijing to request a seal had a surprised expression on their faces. But they were not completely frightened. After all, they were mainly cavalry, and no matter how well-equipped the infantry was, they could not catch them.
Soon, the Yellow-headed Uighur envoy's expression changed from surprise to horror.
Because behind the heavy infantry was the heavy cavalry commanded by Chen Ziyi.
Immediately afterwards, came the heroic cavalry commanded by Li Yanxian, their horses all wearing weight-reducing cotton armor.
According to the armor change order issued by Ju Ming, in the next five years, both heavy cavalry and valiant cavalry will be replaced by cotton armor.
However, the standard of cotton armor is different. The weight of heavy cavalry cotton armor is only slightly lighter than before, but its defensive power can be greatly improved, and it also has the function of keeping warm in winter.
The Cavalry's cotton armor is much lighter than the previous Zha armor, and its defensive power does not change much.
The heavy infantry in front had already reached Xuande's building.
"Military salute!"
shouted the Minister of War.
The heavy infantrymen held their spears in their right hands and stamped them on the ground, with their left hands clenching their fists across their chests.
Ju Ming stood on the tower and returned the salute with his left hand clenched across his chest.
"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"
In an instant, the shouts were loud and Huang Gongdu's blood boiled with excitement.
The heavy armored infantry were divided into two teams. After saluting, they walked left and right along South Street, walked to the predetermined position and stood still.
"dismount!"
The heavy cavalry was accompanied by retinues. The retinues helped the knights dismount, and together they made a military salute to the tower.
Then he shouted for victory, remounted his horse, and advanced along the left side of South Street.
Next is Xiaoqi again, repeating the action of heavy riding, moving forward along the right side of South Street.
Hua Rong led the musketeers behind him and came to salute in front of Xuande Tower. However, they did not shout anything about Wansheng. Instead, they raised their flintlock guns towards the sky and fired a volley of "bang bang bang bang" (no lead bullets were loaded).
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Ju Ming curled his lips. He had already seen that some flintlock guns failed to fire and no smoke came out.
We need to continue to improve and increase the firing rate.
"Is this a firecracker?"
The new scholars were talking a lot.
Most of them have heard of the reputation of fire guns and know that the Ming Dynasty has an army of magic machines that can defeat the ferocious golden soldiers and make them flee in panic.
Huang Gongdu asked: "Brother Zhicheng, have you ever seen firearms?"
Li Zhong replied: "When Yang Guogong defeated Xixia, I was studying in Lanzhou, and I was lucky enough to see it. However, the fire blunderbuss at that time and a match rope were gone, but now they are gone."
"This is a sharp weapon for the true country!" Huang Gongdu praised repeatedly.
Next came the mixed troops, with mules pulling chariots forward one after another, and the chariots also carried many thunderbolts.
Each chariot is equipped with a squad, including sword and shield bearers, spearmen, crossbowmen, grenadiers, companions, etc.
The last ones to appear are all artillery!
In front is a large siege cannon, followed by more than a dozen field cannons, and then dozens of small cannons of various types.
Wu Qimai was standing near Zhouqiao. He was watching the teams passing by, and his spirit had long been completely numb.
But Wanyan Xiyin, who was kneeling there as a prisoner of war, had been giving free explanations: "These heavy infantrymen appeared during the Battle of Guocheng. They cooperated with the firecrackers to attack the city, and the Dajin warriors could not resist it..."
"The heavy cavalry and heroic cavalry of the Ming Dynasty are actually no match for our Jurchen cavalry..."
"Those are fire gun soldiers. Lead pellets can penetrate iron armor..."
"Damn chariots, damn chariots! It's these chariots that caused our Daikin Warriors to fail in the field battle. Even if we surround them in the wild, they can form a chariot formation and they can't be broken no matter how hard we fight..."
"Artillery... there are so many artillery pieces... How can we win..."
Looking at the various military units passing by one after another, Wanyan Xiyin looked desperate.
Wanyan Talan, who knelt down to beg for mercy when he was captured, probably knew that he would die today. He knelt there without saying a word, as if he was too lazy to waste any more energy.
After a long while, Wanyan asked lazily: "Wu Qimai, have you really never seen Shengdu? Wu Qimai, Wu Qimai, let me ask you a question!"
"Huh?" Wu Qimai turned around and looked.
Wanyan Tarlan repeated: "Didn't my son Shengdu escape back to Beijing?"
"No." Wu Qimai shook his head.
Wanyan Tart murmured lazily: "Maybe he's still alive, maybe he's still alive."
Wanyan Shengdu fled with more than ten soldiers and disappeared from the world. He was neither caught by the Ming Dynasty soldiers nor escaped back to the Jin Kingdom and went to Beijing.
They might have fled somewhere, abandoned their horses and armor, pretended to be ordinary defeated soldiers, and then been broken up by the Ming army and resettled as civilians.
You may also freeze to death and starve to death in the wilderness!
"Da da da da!"
There was a sound of horse hoofbeats, and Li Bao rode over and ordered: "Get ready to sacrifice prisoners!"
Li Bao was wearing a python robe, followed by a group of soldiers, escorting more than thirty prisoners, and slowly headed towards Xuande Tower.
Most of these prisoners were captured from the battlefield, and a small number were brought from Shangjing.
Although Wu Qimai was wearing the robe of a Duke of Ming Dynasty, he was tied up and led a group of prisoners to kneel in the tower.
"Present prisoners!"
"Emperor Wanyan Wu of the Kingdom of Jin begged for money and verified his identity!"
"Wanyan Xiyin, Deputy Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Jin, has been verified as correct!"
"Deputy Marshal Wanyan of the Kingdom of Jin is lazy..."
An official from the Ministry of Punishment came over and asked the soldiers to buy Wu Qiu to loosen his bonds, and gave Wu Qiu a stack of papers to buy.
Wu Qimai held the paper with trembling hands and read: "Wu Qimai, the Jurchen barbarian chieftain, assisted his brother Aguda and stole the throne of Liao Kingdom. After establishing the Jin Kingdom, he did not think about virtuous governance, exploited the people, betrayed his trust and attacked the Song Dynasty, killing countless people.
Thousands of people were trapped in water and fire. The northern states' capitals were almost completely white, with their bones exposed in the wild... The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty surrounded the capital, and Wu Qimai stubbornly resisted, went back on his words and sabotaged the peace talks... His crime should be punished!"
The Minister of Punishment said: "Wu Qigong deserves to be punished for his crime. Since he is the master of a country, His Majesty the Ming Emperor will grant him a pardon!"
In front of all the civil and military officials, envoys from various countries, soldiers and people, Wu Qimai knelt down under the Xuande Tower and cried bitterly. He said with his crazy forehead: "Wu Qimai, the sinner, thanks the Ming Emperor for his kindness."
The Minister of Punishment pointed at the soldiers and the people: "You still have to apologize to the soldiers and the people!"
Wu Qimai then knelt and turned around, kowtowing first to the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and then to the people of the Ming Dynasty.
The Minister of Punishment also said: "Kneel down and read again."
Wu Qimai held up another piece of paper: "The Deputy Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Jin, Wanyan Xiyin, does not practice benevolent government and induces the monarch to resort to violence... His crime should be punished!"
"Delay it and execute it!"
Wanyan Xiyin was dragged away immediately, and Wu Qimai was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
Wu Qimai personally read out the charges against more than thirty prisoners, and they were dragged one by one to beheaded.
After the killing, Wu Qimai was completely paralyzed.
(End of chapter)
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