On the fourth day of August, Zheng Qiyan, who had been resting at home for twenty days, finally went to court.
Rumors had been circulating in Beijing for a long time, saying that Zheng Qiyan had been poisoned by the traitor Wang Hongbo's dead men, and the Taiyuan Hospital was helpless. Zheng Qiyan's poison had penetrated into his heart and lungs, and there was no cure. In fact, he had already passed away, but for the sake of the overall situation,
Talent is kept secret.
However, Zheng Qiyan stayed in the mansion for more than half a month without leaving the house, which made the rumors seem more and more true.
Although Northern Liang kissed a princess in exchange for more than ten years of peace, natural disasters have continued in the past two years, and they are eyeing the fat man of Dayi Dynasty. Although Southern Xinjiang is peaceful, the Uighurs adjacent to Southern Xinjiang do not have any good intentions.
, watching the fire from across the bank, and occasionally planning to steal the sheep. There are two generals guarding the Xixia border, so there is probably no need to worry for the time being.
Today is Zheng Qiyan's first formal appearance in the morning court after his triumphant return, and it can be said that it attracts everyone's attention.
The court had nothing important to do recently, so the morning court session was carried out as usual. At most, the Holy Lord expressed some concern for Zheng Qiyan and inquired about his condition. The monarchs and ministers in the hall discussed a few insignificant matters in a harmonious manner, and then dismissed the court.
It's early autumn now. It's still dark in the morning, but it's already crowded with people in the afternoon.
A gorgeously dressed child bounced through the crowd, followed by a few hard-working servants, chasing their "little master" and persuading the "little master" to go home quickly. It was dangerous outside, everywhere.
Bad guys, the house is the safest, you can get whatever you want.
The naughty boy was holding a slingshot, and from time to time he would pick up pebbles from the ground and shoot them at several servants. The poor servants would dodge left and right, and the pebbles would inevitably injure passers-by.
The middle and back road of the ten-mile long street was originally the most prosperous area in Beijing, and now it happened to be the time for the next court. Civil servants who had got off work from the imperial city were calling friends to find a place to discuss work, and forming cliques to keep in touch with each other.
People who just go back to their homes and live behind closed doors have greatly increased traffic pressure.
The naughty kid is small in size and extremely agile in getting around. From time to time, he turns around and makes a grimace, shouting loudly: "Come and catch me! You idiot! I know you don't have the ability to catch me!"
Those servants were sweating profusely as they ran around. If it weren't for the naughty kid who couldn't find the pebbles later, he would have arrogantly either flicked the coins or pulled off convenient objects from the surrounding vendors and shot them everywhere, causing one incident after another.
The chaos in the field successfully guided them, but they probably lost track of them a long time ago.
"Coincidentally", the naughty kid grabbed a jade pendant and flicked it out, hitting the eye of a cow that was carrying goods. The cow was suddenly attacked, and its eyes were already vulnerable. The jade pendant made one of its eyes bleed, and the pain was unbearable.
Then, he rushed forward like crazy.
The driver of the bullock cart was a middle-aged strong man. He desperately pulled on the reins of the bull in an attempt to stop it, but with only one person's strength, how could he hold back the crazy bull? The strong man could only shout at the top of his voice for everyone to leave, but he still survived.
My heart held the reins tightly.
This cow is worth fifteen coppers. He went to the mountains to hunt and carry labor in Beijing during the off-farm period. He finally made enough money one copper coin at a time to buy it. Now the whole family relies on it for chewing.
What kind of accident dares to happen!
The ten-mile-long street was already crowded, and as soon as the mad bull passed by, people fell on their backs, and the naughty child had long since lost its destination, and the few servants had no idea where they were chasing him.
Zheng Qiyan declined the solicitations of many officials from the DPRK and the Central Government. He led the horse alone and planned to go home and be a filial husband. He was disturbed by the commotion ahead. He ground his molars and cursed in his heart: These bastards,
Did you agree to try not to harm the people?
One of the cow's eyes was bleeding, and the other was blood-red with anger. It stampeded forward and rushed forward. Wherever it passed, it was like a Category 9 typhoon raging, and it was terrible to see.
Zheng Qiyan calmly patted his horse and said, "Stand aside and wait for me." Then he somersaulted and rode directly onto the back of the bull, causing countless cheers from the melon-eating crowd.
Zheng Qiyan locked the cow's neck with his hands, but the cow couldn't breathe. He jumped into the air with his front feet and twisted his body, intending to throw Zheng Qiyan away. Zheng Qiyan followed the trend of the mad cow, and still locked the cow's neck with his hands. He arched his feet to the left and right, and continuously hit the cow
After being kicked several times in the abdomen, the cow couldn't bear it anymore and finally fell to the ground. Zheng Qiyan turned over easily and stood aside gracefully.
The middle-aged man rolled and crawled towards the fallen cow, hurriedly checking the cow's injuries.
Zheng Qiyan felt ashamed, walked up and patted the strong man on the shoulder: "Brother, I bought this cow." He reached out and took out a hundred-tael silver note, handed it over and forced it on the man.
The strong man was very simple: "Master Hou, you don't need so much money, it's too much, I..."
"I'll help you deliver the cows to Marquis Pingning's house later." As he spoke, Zheng Qiyan saw that the strong man's hands were bruised and bloody by the reins, and said, "Forget it, your hands are badly injured. You need to get some help."
Take a good rest for a few days, so as not to cause trouble if the wound becomes infected." He finished his words and took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from his body and handed it over: "Wash your hands and apply the medicine."
Zheng Qiyan spent a lot of time with ordinary people when he was young. He knew that even if ordinary people were rich, they would not go to the hospital for a checkup just because of a slight injury. Even if they were seriously ill, most of them had to be carried by force.
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The strong man seemed to be sincere and not good at expressing himself. He stayed where he was and was squirming. Zheng Qiyan patted him on the shoulder again and pointed to the bullock cart that was running all the way and dropped the vegetables and other products that were trampled to pieces on the ground.
Looking at the scattered objects, he said: "You are a commoner outside the city who comes to the city to buy and sell things, right?"
The strong man nodded desperately a few times and said, "Yes."
"My wife, I have always liked wild products such as pine nuts, chestnuts and mushrooms. How about you go back and rest for a few days to recover from your injuries and help me get some?"
"well……"
Zheng Qiyan walked forward calmly, and the strong man nodded and followed behind, stuttering a little: "Master Hou, I am a small, small Gaoshan."
"Gao Shan, what a good name." Gao Shan grinned happily and went back to help Zheng Qiyan look after the cows while hastily treating the wounds on his hands.
A sour scholar once described the ten-mile long street when he went to Beijing. If he poured out an inkstone, at least half of the ten were officials on duty, and the other half, eighty percent, were their followers.
Officials Zheng Qiyan personally took action to control the mad cow. Those smart people immediately emerged from every nook and cranny to help evacuate the crowd. At the same time, he paid out of his own pocket to compensate the injured people or the hawkers whose goods were damaged, and called on the shops along the street to send out more manpower.
The street was cleaned, and in less than half an hour, the ten-mile long street returned to a busy but chaotic state.
The goal was achieved and all the forces lurking in Beijing were successfully frightened. Zheng Qiyan went to Qianniu to hide his conspiracy. He looked up at the sun and saw that noon was approaching, just in time to go home and have lunch with his young wife.