The bells and drums rang together, and the music was loud. Compared with the imperial envoys, the grandson's trip was even more ceremonial.
Xie Hongdao had seen his grandson traveling in the past, but when he saw it today, his mood was different.
Open your eyes and look, yellow umbrellas and flags are coming to cover the sky and the sun. The prince's silver chariot is in the middle. Hundreds of guards are holding waist knives to guide the way. They are holding dragon flags, stirrups and drums, broadswords, bows and arrows on their left and right. They are all strong and strong. You can tell that they are elite soldiers just by looking at them.
In addition to the ceremonial guards and government soldiers, there were also thirty male and female servants surrounding them. They walked slowly. Wherever they went, everyone retreated to the roadside to avoid collision.
Out of respect for the royal family, even if the person responsible for clearing the way in the team did not prohibit noise, when the silver chariot passed by, the surroundings became quiet. You could only hear the breathing of the people around you, and even more people knelt and prostrated, shouting like mountains and tsunamis.
: "My grandson is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Xie Hongdao did not come forward or speak. He only looked through the window, but he was full of thoughts.
"It stands to reason that when the grandson goes on a tour, this etiquette is not considered trespassing, but it is not such a big deal in ordinary times. Could it be that he was ordered to go out to Beijing on errands to show his dignity and intimidation?"
Everyone watched eagerly as the illustrious procession passed by. When they were far away, there was a loud bang and discussion began as if the river suddenly exploded.
"The person sitting in the silver chariot is my grandson. It's a pity that I can't see his grace. I heard that my grandson is not only born noble, but also a literary star. His literary talent is rare in the world!"
"Exactly, not only that, but what's more rare is that as a prince, he can always think about the people and ordinary people!"
"If Taisun hadn't supported his friend, how could the previous imperial examination frauds have been discovered in advance? If the imperial examination frauds were allowed to be covered up, how many truly talented and learned candidates would have been suppressed! After ten years of hard study, if it was really the case that those without talent were exposed
It would be really miserable if someone pushed me down!"
"My great-grandson worked hard to pass the examination and grew up in a small county. With such experience, it is no wonder that he is more considerate of the common people and scholars..."
People around were discussing, and some even talked about the reason for Taisun's trip.
"I heard that my grandson left the capital this time to personally investigate the defects in the granary. If it is true, it would be great!" After hearing this, everyone around them nodded.
"There is something wrong." Xie Hongdao has been following Xie Zhenqing for a long time, and he has some experience. He glanced at the surroundings warily, did not participate, and remained silent: "On that day, Taisun was established, and the capital was overjoyed, but the so-called people's hearts suddenly belong to Taisun.
, but that’s just a celebration, not true.”
"Now, it really means something like this. It seems... it's been a little too long?"
Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt couldn't help but say: "The granary problem is a big deal and has been difficult to solve for many years. You don't even know what my grandson looks like, so you can conclude that my grandson will be able to find out? I don't think so.
After all, you are too young..."
As soon as he said this, several people immediately stared at him.
The middle-aged man suddenly felt that he was talking too much, and actually said what was in his heart, and moved his body uneasily.
This sounds a bit disrespectful. Although it is not "very disrespectful", if someone insists on arguing, he will cause a lot of trouble.
Some people in the crowd not far from this middle-aged man also took a look.
The person looking at him was Xie Hongdao. Xie Hongdao originally felt that something was wrong, but the middle-aged man's words comforted him for some reason.
Moreover, it has always been the case that middle-aged people say a few words of questioning to show that "everyone is drunk and I am sober". It is not surprising, so Xie Hongdao only glanced at it and then looked away.
"He is the owner of Zhangjia Grain Store. Could it be that he has something to do with the granary?"
Boss Zhang stopped talking, and more voices around him were still praising him. Xie Hongdao was naturally happy after hearing this.
It is a good thing that the grandson whom he has taken refuge in is loved by others.
But as his eyes swept across the crowd, Xie Hongdao couldn't help but think to himself: "But it's also a bit strange. It has only been three years since my grandson has been in Beijing, how can he get so many praises?"
Touching the paperwork in his sleeve pocket, he felt even more puzzled.
The capital is deep and deep, and it houses countless princes, generals, ministers, and nobles.
Taisun used to be a marquis, a duke, and a king. Even if he was granted the title of king, it seemed that he was still popular only in a small circle and was not visible to the entire capital. But now it has changed.
"With a sudden fame, there must be something fishy about it."
Is there really something going on here?
After all, he has followed Xie Zhenqing for many years and is still very sensitive to some abnormal things.
"Is it possible that someone deliberately praised and killed the great grandson?"
"I might as well give it a try."
Shivering, Xie Hongdao thought like this. The people around him had dispersed and went to different places. Some noodles had nothing to eat, so they continued to eat.
A few steps away, there was a person at a table with his back to him. He was eating noodles and talking to his companions. Xie Hongdao walked towards this person.
He had learned some spells from Xie Zhenqing, and after walking a short distance, he had already cast a small trick. As soon as he walked behind this person, he patted him on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?" This man was young, with a bit of a bookish air, but he was dressed in poor clothes, or had no fame. He had already gone out to work. He turned around and looked at him with a look of confusion.
This man was praising Taisun just now, and he was obviously Taisun's supporter.
As a result, Xie Hongdao was slightly startled by the information that came back from this shot, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
"It's okay, it's okay." The young man felt confused. Now he believed the explanation and didn't take it seriously. He turned around and continued to discuss the matter with the person opposite: "Oh, everyone has their own destiny. Not long ago, there was a rumor in the capital that the great-grandson
Two friends, Yu Lu and Fang Xi."
"Yu Lu just paid it back. It is said that Fang Xi is also a prodigal son. He is still worried about his grandson, so he wrote a book and sent it to him, asking him to study it carefully. It is really a good life to have such a friend..."
The young people seemed to be very envious and moved with emotion.
"Yes, if you had a friend like your grandson, you would have achieved fame a long time ago." Someone said, but it sounded a little weird.
"It's not the influence of magic..." This point has been confirmed. Xie Hongdao didn't care about the strange yin and yang. He ate the noodles. The yellow beef tasted good, but he was just lost in thought.
What?"
Xie Hongdao didn't know why, but his body suddenly trembled slightly, and he felt a bit chilly.
A gust of wind happened to blow, and I didn't know whether it was the coldness I felt in my body or the chill in my heart.
Xie Hongdao had no intention of procrastinating any longer. He finished his noodles, quickly paid the bill, and went out with a heavy heart.
The nearby Liu Garden was originally the garden of a minister, but was later taken over as official property. The name of the garden has not been changed, but it is open to the public for strolling.
The flowers and trees were green and green, and Xie Hongdao went in together with people who went to the garden in twos and threes. There were faintly visible people in the pavilions and pavilions.
He looked up at the sky and walked slowly toward a corridor.
I don’t know if I was too absorbed in admiring the scenery, but a letter seemed to fall from my body inadvertently, and landed lightly on the ground.
Then I heard footsteps behind me and two crickets chirping.
Xie Hongdao didn't seem to know that he had left something behind, and left without looking back.
When his figure had disappeared around the corner, a young man with an average appearance came over, bent down, picked up the letter, and stuffed it into his sleeve.