Chapter 767 The brilliance of the Crown Prince warms people’s hearts
This day, God was not happy either. It was raining intermittently and lightly.
At dusk, the rain stopped, and the sun came out for a while, but the northwest wind started again.
The civil servants, who had been kneeling for a whole day and were tired and hungry, were frozen to death. They all shrank their necks like quails and were still sifting chaff involuntarily.
"Ah sneeze..."
Sneezes from the cold kept coming one after another, and many people coughed up long snot from their noses from time to time.
"Xue, Xue Butang, I'm afraid someone will die again if we go down tonight." Zheng Jiuzheng's face turned white and his lips turned purple, and he said in a trembling voice to Xue Xiang who was kneeling beside him.
"What we want is this effect." Xue Xiang is worthy of his background as an engineer, and he has that tenacity. He blew his nose and whispered: "The emperor is hard-hearted, and there are too few people to die, so it is useless."
"Ah this..." Zheng Jiuzheng looked confused. He was not worried about anything else. He was only worried about what if he was the one who died?
None of the other shaky civil servants wanted to die. They gritted their teeth and refused to let themselves fall on the cold stone floor.
Just when they were yelling at Tiantian and the earth to respond, they suddenly heard a burst of footsteps behind them.
The civil servants turned their necks with difficulty and looked back one after another, only to see Hu Xiang leading a large group of Zhongshushe people and clerks, coming in from the Meridian Gate, going up to the Inner Wulong Bridge, and walking towards them.
In the arms of those middle- and lower-level officials, they all held two or three quilts, some were gray, some were blue, and some were colorful. At first glance, they looked like they were half-new but not old.
Those who knelt down were moved to tears.
"Put them on them." Hu Weiyong waved his hand, and Peng Geng and Zeng Tai quickly put the quilts on the kneeling party.
"No, no, no!"
"Get away..." The kneeling party members refused with their mouths, but their bodies were very honest. They grabbed the quilt tightly and wrapped their bodies as much as possible. Some even wrapped their heads in it.
"Ginger soup." Hu Weiyong ordered again, and guards from Guanglu Temple carried thermos buckets and bowl baskets and began to distribute ginger soup to the kneeling party.
As early as the pre-Qin period, our ancestors discovered methods of heat preservation, which include heating and insulation. Copper, ceramic, and wooden heat preservation baskets, heat preservation baskets, heat preservation boxes, and heat preservation barrels have long been used in folk life.
Not to mention Guanglu Temple, which specializes in banquets.
The insulated barrel of Guanglu Temple is a double-layered wooden barrel. The interlayer is filled with hot water to maintain the temperature inside the barrel. Therefore, when the ginger soup is poured into the bowl, it is still steaming.
The civil servants kneeling on the ground held hot bowls and sipped ginger soup. They felt the heat in their bodies that had been frozen for a long time, and then they felt that they were alive again.
Of course it would be better if you could add some brown sugar...
"Thank you, Prime Minister Hu..." After becoming warmer, the civil servants thanked Hu Weiyong one after another and apologized.
"We misunderstood Hu Xiang before."
"Hu Xiang loves us..."
"I'm sorry, Hu Xiang."
"You don't need to thank me." Hu Weiyong waved his hand and said, "If you want to thank me, just thank the emperor and the prince. The truth is, I was just following orders."
"Thank you all."
"Your Majesty, you are so kind." The civil servants wrapped themselves in quilts and kowtowed to the East Palace together.
But no one thanked the emperor... To Boss Zhu, they could only say "Hou Li Xie" with all their hearts.
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"Ninety percent, that's about it, right? Do you really plan to kneel down all night again?" Hu Weiyong personally handed a bowl of ginger soup to Zheng Jiuzheng, the Minister of Rites, who was taking the lead.
"Thank you, Prime Minister Hu. Has the Emperor relented?" Zheng Jiucheng took the porcelain bowl with both hands and asked in a trembling voice.
"..." Hu Weiyong shook his head: "The prince is working hard."
Everyone knew how stubborn the emperor was, so Zheng Jiuzheng was not surprised.
As Hu Weiyong spoke, he pointed to the Fengtian Gate Tower in front of him with his chin and said: "Lao Si and his five hundred troops have been waiting above for a day. If the prince hadn't been holding him down, he would have put them down to kill you long ago.
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"Lao Si Lao Liu, the emperor's civil and military minions!" Zheng Jiucheng said bitterly.
"Hey, when will this fight last..." Hu Weiyong sighed and said as if he just remembered: "Oh, by the way, Song Taishi has already entered Beijing."
"Really?" This news is more in charge than Jiang Tang. Zheng Jiuzheng immediately felt like he had been given a shot of blood, and his whole body was full of strength and said: "Great! As soon as Tai Shigong arrives, we will have a backbone!"
"Yeah, haha..." Hu Weiyong smiled softly. These Confucian officials are really ridiculous. They don't judge their status based on their official positions, but judge their superiority based on the level of their writing and the relationship between master and disciple.
Song Lian is just a scholar, who can he outplay?
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On the Chengtianmen Gate Tower.
The prince watched this scene quietly, with the civil and military minions Zheng Jiuzheng mentioned standing around him.
The three of them stood slightly back so that they could see below but not below them.
"Brother is too kind. Why are you so polite to these bastards?" Zhu Di muttered unhappily. He was still waiting to freeze to death tonight. There is probably no chance now. "Give them the ginger soup quilt, I'm afraid of them."
Can’t you hold on?”
"Are you saying that I am being bullied because of my kindness?" The prince glanced at the fourth child.
"Brother I don't dare." The fourth child quickly shook his head.
"I'm just trying to draw money from the bottom of the cauldron." The prince still explained: "If you warm them up at this time, their anger and will will be greatly weakened involuntarily. Only when their attitude is relaxed can they accept the results of the negotiation."
"Who should we talk to, Zheng Jiucheng?" Lao Liu asked: "He is just a puppet. If we want to talk, we might as well talk to Wu Zhuangyuan."
"There is no need for Wu Zhuangyuan, my old master has already arrived in Beijing." The prince said calmly: "I guess he will be waiting for me in my palace by now."
"Song Lian came so quickly?" The fourth and sixth elders were a little surprised. Dongyang is far away from Nanjing. It had only been a few days since the incident, and it was impossible to come by boat.
"I heard that he came by car and changed several cars along the way." The prince explained.
"It seems that he is really anxious." Lao Si smiled.
"Brother, you might as well dry him out and make him talk a lot." Lao Liu also said badly.
"You think I'm the same as you two?" The prince rolled his eyes at the two of them and said angrily: "As a prince, you must respect your teachers, do you understand?"
"You know, you want to be a role model for the world." Seeing that the prince was about to leave, the two brothers hurriedly sent the eldest brother to the stairs.
"There's no need to send them off." The prince stopped the two of them and warned: "You must calm down and stop stirring up trouble. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The two brothers responded quickly.
"Then I'm leaving." The prince walked down the city gate tower with steady steps.
"Best farewell, brother." The fourth and sixth sons kept watching the prince's figure disappear into the dusk before turning back.
"You and your father can really create problems for your elder brother." Then the fourth child said to the sixth child: "Look at the speed at which my elder brother goes downstairs, much slower than usual."
"I'm really sorry, brother." Lao Liu quickly apologized: "Fourth brother, please go back and watch over your fourth sister-in-law."
"Well, anyway, tonight is a literary drama, there will be no martial arts drama." Princess Yan will give birth at any time, and the fourth child has been suffering the whole day. Hearing this, he said unceremoniously: "Then I will go back too."
"Okay." Lao Liu nodded with a smile.
"You all listen to King Chu's orders. What he said is what I said." Lao Si solemnly gave a few instructions to his officers, handed over the command to Lao Liu, and then hurried downstairs.
Because I walked too fast, I almost missed the step and rolled down.
But the speed is indeed much faster than that of the elder brother...
