Looking at Liu Xie who was walking away and stepping onto the bicycle frame, Yang Biao swallowed nervously.
He looked around and was shocked to see this group of people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere - they had indeed arranged a lot of honor guards to support Liu Xie, and they tried their best to stay within their capabilities... After all, matters of ritual and music
...In fact, Cao Cao still has the final say.
Since yesterday, the two of them have actually become a little depressed.
Because no matter what, it seems that it is certain that Cao Cao will attend this ceremony.
Of course they had thought about it. If Cao Cao appeared at the ceremony, would Liu Xie be able to directly break his face and draw a clear line with Cao Cao? At such a ceremony, if Liu Xie wanted to say anything, it would definitely be better than Liu Xie's.
When he was in the palace, he was even more lethal.
After reading the program book for the grand ceremony, they realized that Cao Cao would never make such a mistake...
Cao Cao had no intention of giving Liu Xie a chance to speak again, let alone any opportunity for Liu Xie to stand on the altar and command the world.
So yesterday, after several confrontations with Cao Cao to no avail, both of them were already planning to explain to Liu Xie... that they had not done what they said in the letter three days ago.
Cao Cao was leaking water, and they were like unreasonable market scoundrels, with no chance of affecting Cao Cao.
However... later on, they suddenly received documents from the Prime Minister's Palace to all civil and military officials...
Cao Cao asked for leave.
I still asked for sick leave.
The words in the book are sincere, all revealing respect for the emperor and apology to the ministers...
But in short, Cao Cao will not go tomorrow.
The moment they saw the document, Yang Biao and Fu Wan both had the idea that there was fraud in it.
So in order to make sure that this matter was not Cao Cao's evil intention, two old guys in casual clothes went from the west to the east of the city and found the Prime Minister's Mansion——
He said he wanted to visit Cao Cao.
However, what they didn't expect the most was that Cao Cao actually met them.
At that time...
"Ahem, cough, cough... Sir, Mr. Taichang... and... cough, cough... and the father-in-law came here to see the truth..."
"The truth is that it was windy and cold, and I really couldn't move my legs...I couldn't walk..."
"Tomorrow... ahem... I'll trouble you two to... mention your true identity and host a memorial ceremony... don't insult the souls of the soldiers in heaven..."
Cao Cao had a sickly face and was about to die. He would cough violently after just three or two words... making both Yang Biao and Fu Wan shrink back in fear.
"Uh... It's our fault for bothering the Prime Minister late at night, isn't it... How can we expect the Prime Minister to apologize to us?"
"Yes, yes, the Prime Minister is really concerned about the country and the people... I feel very guilty... I hope the Prime Minister can recover soon. If there is no Prime Minister in the court, none of us would dare to say that we are qualified to lead hundreds of officials!"
"Ahem, cough, cough... these two adults are really joking. How can I, Cao Cao, be so virtuous... cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Feeling that Cao Cao was about to cough, Yang Biao quickly raised his hand to stop Cao Cao from speaking:
"Prime Minister! Prime Minister, hurry up... rest quickly! We... we are leaving now, we are leaving now!"
While greeting, Yang Biao pulled Fu Wan and retreated quickly.
But even though the two of them fled the Prime Minister's Mansion in a hurry, they could still hear Cao Cao's violent coughing from the street.
Not only that... the two of them ran briskly. Before they had gone far, they heard someone's scream suddenly coming from the Prime Minister's house:
"Prime Minister! Prime Minister! You! Why are you here! You are obviously so seriously ill!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
"Ahhh! It's not good...the Prime Minister is vomiting blood!"
Yang Biao and Fu Wan, who were excited but frightened, looked at each other deeply, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes... The two of them ran away without saying a word. Their legs were so neat that they were twenty years old.
Boy, no one will question it, right?
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"Is anyone gone?"
Cao Cao drank the fine Biluochun like a donkey... His throat was really sore and dry——
"Prime Minister, you have gone far..."
"Okay, go to sleep when you need to. You don't have to get up early tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you have nothing to do at home to watch the ceremony. Don't forget... don't tell anyone about the fact that I am resting in the mansion."
The Prime Minister waved to the crowd of servants and guards standing in front of him.
Everyone cheered softly when they heard that tomorrow was a holiday.
Cao Cao laughed and scolded these scoundrels:
"You, you... I don't think you really want to follow the truth, you are just interested in the money from the Prime Minister's Palace!"
"Hey, Prime Minister, what are you talking about! Isn't this... we know that the emperor will suffer disaster tomorrow, aren't we all excited and want to see it with our own eyes?"
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Cao Cao laughed loudly, shook his head and pointed at these ghostly subordinates.
It's late at night, and the Prime Minister's residence is full of joy. How can it still be a little bit gloomy like before?
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So... Yang Biao and Fu Wan found out about Cao Cao's request for leave at night, and specially added some more people to Liu Xie. They said they were honor guards. In fact, only they knew that those people were just the "atmosphere team" who made up the numbers, and they were different from the real Lu Xie.
The team is still far behind.
But...where did this sudden appearance of such a noble and formal book come from?
Could it be Cao Cao?
The frightened Yang Biao could only think of this answer, but in short...since Cao Cao really didn't come, then things...shouldn't be a big mistake, right?
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Unfortunately, they did not seem to notice that a certain Taizhu Ling under the Taichang Organization - that is, the official who was obviously closest to the emperor when offering sacrifices to heaven, read the ritual texts and sent sacrifices to ghosts and gods, had already
He is no longer the old old man...but has been replaced by a tall, thin, young man with a handsome face.
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The team that welcomed the emperor walked very slowly. They walked through the streets of the city and played magnificent drum music, which also feasted the eyes of the people in Xudu City... They had never seen anything like this when they worshiped the heaven in the past.
Battle formation.
People knelt on both sides of the street, allowing Liu Xie to fully enjoy the feeling of being admired by thousands of people.
In the past, he was in no mood to even look at these untouchables, but today, he seemed particularly friendly. Whenever the people shouted long live, he would wave to those subjects kindly.
However, some children obviously don't know much about etiquette. A half-year-old girl, wearing two cute crotches, pointed at Liu Xie on the bicycle frame in confusion and said:
"Mom, why are the emperor's clothes so torn?"
"What are you talking about! You kid! Hurry...kneel down!"
Fortunately, Liu Xie didn't hear this, otherwise, the amiable image he had worked so hard to build would have collapsed at that moment.
After all, he also wanted to know why he didn't even have a new set of clothes after being an emperor for so many years.
