The Annan Conference has concluded in Xingcheng, but the things that happened at the Annan Conference are still the favorite things that the people of Yicheng talk about, whether it is the miracles from heaven during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the gathering of heroes from all over the world, or the day-to-day discussion of Taoism.
The attack of monsters, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to break up and floods to flood the city, is a topic that makes ordinary people feel horrified but also enjoys talking about it.
It also allows most people to truly experience for the first time in their lives that myths and legends have come to earth.
This kind of thing that makes people feel both novel and mysterious, and also makes people feel frightened and uneasy, makes ordinary people vaguely and repeatedly think that an unimaginable troubled world has really come.
This is something they have never felt deeply even if the beast tide from Southern Xinjiang rushed to Yicheng in one breath.
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Something that makes them feel powerless to resist, but also something they have no choice but to face...
Of course, what can also become a hot topic is the Lijun prefect who robbed the land of Sancang in Yongchang, whether it is his arrogance and domineering horse riding into Xingcheng, or the strange and suspenseful story of the mountain fairy dying in his villa.
, or because of his reasons, Yongchang County successively executed the two chief officials of Xingcheng Treasurer and Silu, as well as several corresponding officials. This is an excellent material to make the people of Yongchang share the same hatred with the enemy and fill them with righteous indignation.
In the end, the head of Tingfeng Pavilion became the prefect of Lijun County, which caused a heavy cloud to hang over the heads of all the people of Yongchang. Among the four major sects in Hanzhou in southwest China, Lijun was the only one to win, and Yongchang was not one of them.
The result was absolutely bad news for Yongchang County, who had a grudge against the young prefect for killing his father. As a result, a depressive atmosphere was created almost from the beginning.
What makes this atmosphere even more solemn is the abnormal changes in the prefect's palace and the courtiers and dignitaries in recent days.
At this time, it was the time of the autumn harvest, and farmers everywhere began to get busy. According to the usual practice in previous years, the Yongchang prefect would summon all the officials and the harem to go out of the city with their children to welcome the autumn. An autumn hunt for dignitaries was always held at the same time. During this period,
The prefect would personally go to the fields to harvest a few bunches of wheat, and then offer the best harvests from the autumn hunting to the shrines of gods and ancestors to pray for good weather and a good harvest.
But this year, there was no action in the prefect's palace. The prefect who had just ascended the throne seemed to have no interest in this series of extremely important rituals, and silently made no arrangements.
At the same time, there was silence in the court, and no courtier made any suggestions on this. Even at the most critical time of the autumn harvest, Yongchang County's Sinong Mansion Office and Treasurer's Mansion Office did not send supervisory officials to various places as usual.
Instead, he left all his officials and every available manpower in Yicheng, as if something more important was about to happen.
This caused all the people in Yicheng who could sense the atmosphere of the court to fall into an unspeakable panic. It even happened that wealthy businessmen with extraordinary powers fled north overnight to Guangjun or Anyang.
Early that morning, in the dining hall behind the main hall in front of the Prefecture Palace, Meng Jiaoyang, the prefect, was leaning on a large soft cave with his eyes closed to rest.
Next to him, a pretty beauty in gorgeous clothes was holding a cup of bird's nest glutinous rice porridge, feeding it to his mouth with a delicate spoon one by one, and then said "ah" in a soft voice, and he didn't even open his eyes.
Open your mouth and eat.
"Three books," Meng Jiaoyang had some porridge in her mouth, her voice a little slurred, "I also understand what you said. The defeat in the battle last year cannot be entirely blamed on Meng Zian, but the land of Sancang is
Isn’t it lost? Is Meng Zian the coach of Beizheng?”
He swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and this time he took the initiative to open his mouth, and the beauty put the porridge that had been blown into his mouth, "This matter always needs one person to bear it before it can be completed completely.
Now that my father is old and has retired, he has paid the price for what happened last year. If Meng Zian comes out now, how will the people of Yongchang view this matter? How will the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty view this matter? After all, my father is the former prefect.
, it’s my father, Sanshu, I’m in trouble too.”
Apart from the palace waiters and guards, the only middle-aged scholar still standing in the dining hall was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Master Taishou, Meng Zian has been a general in southern Xinjiang for many years, and now Nanyi
Watching with eager eyes..."
"Sanshu, I understand what you mean, but I am already under tremendous pressure when I promise not to harm his life. If I just let him go, it will be hard to calm people's hearts..." Meng Jiaoyang
Still leaning back with squinted eyes, he drank the porridge in mouthfuls, seeming to be thinking about things. After another while, he slowly sighed and said, "Well, what you said makes sense. I'll give you a token first."
, take it and go to Tianlao to see him. How should the fight against the foreigners in the south be? Ask him to write something. If he can win the civil and military affairs of the court... that's it, he can win half of the court.
Agreed, I overcame all opinions and re-enabled him, which can be regarded as an explanation!"
The middle-aged scholar moved slightly, then crossed his arms and saluted solemnly, "Your Excellency, you are wise!"
"Go ahead, go early and come back early. You also know what happened at the court meeting in the past few days. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for him." Meng Jiaoyang sighed again and waved his hand, looking a little tired.
The middle-aged scholar nodded upon hearing this, took the token from the palace attendant, turned around and strode away.
After the middle-aged scholar had completely gone away, two people came out of the screen behind the dining hall. One of them was older, with slightly drooped white eyebrows and eyes like
Falcon, whose body does not show any sign of weakness and walks like a tiger or a dragon, is the current commander-in-chief of Yongchang County, Wang Quanhu.
The other one looks to be in his fifties, not young anymore, but he seems to be smiling all the time. Over time, even when he is not smiling, he is still smiling. However, he is the current county magistrate of Yongchang County, Zhao Nanpeng.
Meng Jiaoyang had already sat up. There was no trace of fatigue on his face. He looked solemn, raised his hand and patted the beauty's face. The beauty quickly collected the food box, bowed and left silently.
In the dining hall, the other palace waiters and palace guards left early, leaving only three people in the entire dining hall.
"How are you preparing?" Meng Jiaoyang's chubby face, a pair of small eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the two of them.
The commander-in-chief Wang Quanhu looked at the commander-in-chief Zhao Nanpeng beside him. The latter bowed and said, "We have made arrangements for returning to the prefect."
"Today's matter, I promise you, I will do it. There is only one request, and there must be no mistakes." Meng Jiaoyang didn't mean the slightest bit of joking on his face. After seeing the two of them saluting solemnly, he then
He looked at Wang Quanhu and said, "Southern Xinjiang..."
Wang Quanhu clasped his fists and said in a strong voice, "With the support of the Hundred Beast Mountain lineage and You Hui'er watching, the reorganization of the army between the two cities in southern Xinjiang has been nearly half completed. There should be no problems in a short time!"
"That's good," Meng Jiaoyang looked in the direction of the main hall, "Today is a good day...!"