It was gradually dawning, and it was still dark outside. The light black sky was dotted with a few remaining stars. The biting cold wind was blowing, making the air even colder.
Zhu Pingan packed his bags, said goodbye to Yang Jisheng, and continued to Beijing. Yang Jisheng had to wait for a friend here before going to the capital, so Zhu Pingan left first.
Tianjin Wei was not far from the capital. Zhu Pingan rode without rest all the way and arrived at the capital around two o'clock in the afternoon.
The capital is the heart of the entire Ming Dynasty, bordering Liaojie to the east, Taihang to the west, Shuomo to the north, holding the military capital at its back, and controlling the Central Plains to the south. The capital is like a wild beast lying in front of Zhu Pingan, majestic in scale and momentum.
, even more shocking than when I saw the city of Nanjing.
Gates, walls, towers, urns, turrets, and arrow towers, this city is armed to the teeth. The moat outside the capital alone, Zhu Ping'an thought, was no less than fifty meters wide.
In front of this most fortified city in the world, even heaven and earth are insignificant.
In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Pingan came to the capital for the first time, but if you count his previous lives, Zhu Pingan had been to Beijing many times. Of course, Beijing at that time and Beijing now were completely different. What I saw at that time
There are probably only a few remaining gates in the city of Beijing, such as Dongbian Gate and Zhengyang Gate. Most of the other city gates, especially the city walls, could not be seen at that time. Unlike now, not only the city gates and walls can be seen, but also the city walls.
Even the turrets and arrow towers can be seen clearly.
The city gate of Beijing is bustling with activity, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles entering and exiting the city gate.
The Emperor's feet are truly extraordinary.
Zhu Pingan followed the flow of people to the city gate to be inspected and entered the city. When it was Zhu Pingan's turn, Zhu Pingan took out the certificate that he carried with him and showed it to the soldiers guarding the city. Everything is of inferior quality. Only those who are good at reading and have the status of a candidate are good.
This dynasty is a passport that saves money, time and effort and is envied, envied and hated by others.
Tried and tested in the past.
However, this time it did not seem to have the same effect as before. The soldiers guarding the city verified Zhu Ping'an's identity, and there were no unnecessary changes on their faces. They had seen many more dignitaries guarding the city gate, and this little
Juren really won't be taken seriously by them.
"Five articles." The guarding soldier returned Zhu Pingan's certificate of election to Zhu Pingan, then stretched out his hand and said expressionlessly.
"What?"
Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised. Why did he ask me for a fee? Although he didn't have any privileged class thoughts, he was used to the convenience brought by his status as a candidate. After showing the certificate of the candidate, the gatekeeper asked me for a fee.
This made Zhu Pingan a little unbelievable.
"You don't have to pay. But you have to pay for your horse when entering the city." The city guard soldier looked at Zhu Pingan expressionlessly, not paying attention to Zhu Pingan's status as a civil servant at all.
What is the logic!
"This is the rule of our capital. You must be from out of town. If you want to come in, you have to pay. If you don't pay, don't come in." The soldier guarding the gate looked at Zhu Ping'an sideways and stretched out his hand to urge.
Seeing that there were so many people waiting in line behind him to enter the city, Zhu Ping'an didn't want to waste everyone's time because of his five cents. Since the soldier guarding the gate dared to ask for money from him so openly, he must have something to rely on.
, I’m new here, so I’d better not get into trouble.
So Zhu Pingan put his hand into his sleeve pocket and took out five cents. Just as he was about to hand it over to the soldier guarding the gate, he heard a flurry of chickens and dogs behind him, accompanied by the cry of a child.
Zhu Pingan turned around and saw a group of young men riding horses in brocade hats and mink fur coats. They were laughing and competing with each other in the crowd. Not only did they not rein in their horses and slow down, but they speeded up and rushed left and right in the crowd. Riding their horses while laughing and joking.
Come to the city gate.
People waiting in line to enter the city saw this group of young men in brocade hats and mink fur riding horses, and they all dodged. There were also those who did not dodge in time, such as the crying child, who was knocked to the ground by the horse because he was unable to dodge.
The child's family just held the child and had no intention of pursuing the perpetrator. The child seemed to have been knocked down, but it was only a superficial injury, so the family members also wanted to calm down the matter. As far as they are ordinary people, those who
The young man riding the horse was not something they could afford to offend.
"If you don't want to die, just get out of the way."
The last of this group of young men with brocade hats and mink furs was a fat man who was even fatter than Xue Chi. He was riding a tall black horse. It was much taller and more majestic than the black horse that Zhu Pingan was holding. However,
Although this dark horse was much more majestic, it still couldn't bear the burden of carrying such a fat man, so it walked last.
The fat man was worried about finishing last. He waved his riding crop to scare those who were blocking the way, and rode forward in a hurry to catch up. His fat face was covered in sweat.
"Hahaha, Fatty Zhou, wait for the treat. Come on."
"Fat Zhou, today we are going to Lanyue Tower to bleed you."
"Hehehe, you were still bragging about the Persian war horses. Stop bragging now. Don't deal with us like last time. We have to choose the rouge horse tonight."
A group of young men in brocade hats and mink fur riding horses, laughing and joking, arrived at the city gate in a blink of an eye. Along the way, countless people who were waiting in line to enter the city suffered disaster.
If this were placed in modern times, they would be the second generation ancestors of a group of racing cars. If something happened, it would be because they were under 18 years old, had good academic performance, or had won awards, etc.
"What are you still doing? Get out of the way." Seeing Zhu Pingan still standing at the city gate, the soldiers guarding the city said anxiously and quickly pulled Zhu Pingan down to the wall.
It was not that Zhu Pingan would be hit by these second-generation ancestors, but that Zhu Pingan would block the way of these second-generation ancestors and make these second-generation ancestors unhappy.
The young men in brocade hats and mink furs who came on horseback roared past without any notice of the soldiers guarding the city, as if the city gate was the gate to their home, and the city guards took this as a matter of course.
"Damn it, He Laoliu, it's all your fault for blocking the city gate so tightly that I lost again!"
When the fat man who was left behind passed the city gate, he twisted his fat face and spat at the gatekeeper, then rode past with a curse.
"What you're scolding is that I'm sorry, Master Zhou."
The guard guard didn't even wipe the saliva from his face. He nodded and bowed and apologized repeatedly to the fat man's back. After the group of second-generation ancestors had gone away, the guard soldier wiped the drool off his face.
"Are you still coming in?" After wiping off his saliva, the guarding soldier turned to look at Zhu Ping'an and asked angrily.
The former is respectful and the latter is arrogant, the contrast is really huge.
"Enter."
Looking at the unwiped saliva on the faces of the defenders, Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, put five cents in the hands of the defenders, and then led the black horse into the city. (To be continued)