The military situation of Liangzhou's recovery is a sign of victory!
Although it was said that Lubu rushed into Bianjing City in the middle of the night, the people on the streets all knew what happened along the way.
After knocking on the door, Zhang Yue started dressing under the service of Qi Niang, even though it was the middle of the night.
Although the Seventeenth Mother was also sleeping hazily, she was not happy but worried after hearing the news.
"Remember to congratulate Liangzhou for its great victory, and all the merits go to the Lord and the chief ministers!"
"Your Majesty asked you who you want to reward. You can't do it yourself. Everything will be decided by His Majesty!"
"If His Majesty grants you a grant, you will accept it generously."
Zhang Yue listened to Seventeenth Mother's endless nagging, and already smiled and said: "I understand. How can a husband ask for such a virtuous wife?"
Seventeenth Mother smiled and said: "Okay, then I will be the first to congratulate my husband."
Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Thank you, madam."
After saying that, there was a knock on the door outside, and someone said: "Prime Minister, the carriage and horses are ready."
Zhang Yue said: "I understand."
"Wait a minute."
The Seventeenth Mother took out her belt and said, "Remember to hang the 'jade belly' given by the emperor around your waist."
Zhang Yue walked out of the room, facing a scene where the breeze was blowing beside him and the bright moon was in the sky. He didn't know how to describe his feelings now, just as one cannot have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time.
Did the conquest of Liangzhou bring the Song Dynasty to its peak? Or did it lead the Song Dynasty to the abyss? When Bismarck unified Germany, he probably did not expect the latter step.
Likewise, if I am in this position, I will let future generations comment on my merits and demerits in the future.
The cool breeze blew by at night, ruffling Zhang Yue's official uniform. The Seventeenth Mother put a cloak on Zhang Yue and watched him off in front of the door.
Zhang Yue walked to the atrium, and Peng Jingyi was already waiting at the side. As a personal officer, you must be by the prime minister's side at all times and at all times.
Peng Jingyi was about to congratulate Zhang Yue.
But Zhang Yue first said to Peng Jingyi: "Immediately order someone to take back the rebel army Jiedushi Cao Zhongshou and wait at Donghua Gate."
Celebration is someone else's business, Zhang Yue is the person involved, and he can't stop thinking about it for a moment. He told Peng Jingyi several things.
After Zhang Yue finished his instructions, he thought about whether there were any omissions, and then walked to the festival hall after confirming that everything was correct.
But under the solemn silence, Su Che, Chen Guan, Qin Guan and nearly dozens of the prime minister's staff and scribes were standing here. Su Zhe and several people said with tears: "Congratulations to the Prime Minister on regaining Liangzhou and setting up here."
World's greatest achievement!"
Zhang Yue was stunned, but he heard that someone had set off firecrackers and fireworks in Bianjing City at this time.
Zhang Yue raised his head and looked at the colorful night sky.
After Lu Bu's victory, the entire people of Bianjing City had learned about the restoration of Liangzhou.
In the second year of Xining, when he was demoted to the rank of general magistrate of Qinzhou... no, from the time when he first met Wang Shao... he finally reached this point.
More than ten years of hard work have not been in vain.
"Thank you."
Zhang Yue came to the gate of the mansion and wanted to get on the carriage, but there were already many people blocking the place.
"Mr. Zhang!"
"Prime Minister!"
Among them were common people and many admiring imperial students. Hundreds of people came over in the middle of the night after hearing the news.
Zhang Yue cupped his hands and immediately got on the carriage, preparing to head straight to the imperial city with dozens of horsemen and retinue.
Zhang Yue walked in a hurry, but the enthusiastic imperial students were not willing to do this. They swarmed in and caught up with his car, patting the side of his car and shouting: "Prime Minister!"
"Prime Minister, stay!"
"I beg the Prime Minister to grant me a meeting!"
Hearing the car wall being slapped loudly, Zhang Yue smiled and shook his head.
However, they couldn't catch up in the end, and then Zhang Yue's carriage sped away. Behind the carriage were the imperial students and common people who kept coming.
Along the way, Zhang Yue saw many people walking to the streets to celebrate after receiving the news. Bianjing is a city that never sleeps. Although it was midnight, there were many pedestrians on the streets, and the fire brigade had not dispersed yet.
Not to mention those brothels and brothels, many wine shops and teahouses were open until midnight. After hearing that Liangzhou was recovered, many people took to the streets.
Bianjing City, which had been gradually becoming quiet, became lively again.
Along the street, Zhang Yue saw many people setting off firecrackers and fireworks used for weddings and funerals.
Bang! Bang!
Unknown how many people in Tokyo were awakened from their sleep.
The brilliant fireworks illuminated the faces of the people standing on the roadside, and then dimmed again.
As for the lights on the teahouse of the wine shop, which were already brilliant, they were even brighter when illuminated by the fireworks. Even the people sitting upstairs drinking tea and wine who had not dispersed also poked their heads out to watch the passing cars and passers-by.
There are fireworks above the lights, the people look at each other, and the carriages and horses look like dragons.
When people who are familiar with each other meet, they hold hands with each other and congratulate each other.
Some Tai students went to the streets and shouted: "The Emperor will live forever!"
"Mr. Zhang is a thousand years old!"
Zhang Yue shook his head after hearing this and said, "I don't want to talk about it."
As the carriage approached the imperial city, there were more and more people passing by, and the carriage gradually slowed down.
I don't know who told me that this was Zhang Xianggong's car.
After hearing this, the common people who were about to rush to the imperial city to pay their respects to the emperor stopped, surrounded the carriage, and blocked the road.
Zhang Yue's cavalrymen on the left and right could not drive away the crowd no matter how hard they drove.
In an instant, thousands of people blocked the road in front and back, and some people stepped forward to hold the carriage's lead rope.
Seeing that he couldn't move, Zhang Yue had no choice but to lift the curtain and lean out of the carriage.
The common people saw a young official with black hair wearing a purple robe and jade belt. Who else could this be if he wasn't Zhang Yue?
Many people had already covered their mouths and exclaimed: "It's really Mr. Zhang!"
"It's Mr. Zhang!"
"Prime Minister!" Many scholars and officials hurriedly saluted the carriage.
There was also an elderly woman who smiled and said, "What a Zhang Lang!"
This tone seemed to be talking about his own nephew. To the elderly people in Bianjing, the handsome young man who was the number one scholar at the time was now the prime minister.
But her tone was still so doting.
"What a great Zhang Lang. He is truly majestic and heroic, with his sleeves drooping. He calmly and calmly helped the emperor to pacify the Qing Dynasty, conquer Liangzhou, and lay the foundation for the resurgence of the Song Dynasty!"
Several people in the wine shop already commented while talking.
Zhang Yue saw everyone's gaze and bowed: "Excuse me, everyone, please make way!"
The people who were still unwilling to let their carriages leave now collectively moved out of the way.
The carriage drove slowly through the people, who were all silent.
A scholar couldn't help but said: "Xiang Gong Zhang's unparalleled achievements will be rewarded for generations to come!"
Hearing this, the people all said one after another: "Mr. Zhang, the duke will live on for generations!"
Zhang Yue supported Che Shi and said, "Thank you very much!"
When the carriage and horses arrived, the common people were filled with the voices of princes and princes. Zhang Yue thanked him slowly on the carriage. This scene made the scholars in the wine shop sigh after seeing it: "A man should be like this!"
"You and I, scholars, should follow Mr. Zhang as an example!"
"Exactly."
"Exactly."
The scholars in the wine shop all said this.
"Zhang Gong's carriage is coming."
People in the wine shop crowded to the window, and the scholars and common people were all laughing and laughing.
Zhang Yue's carriage drove straight ahead for a few miles before arriving at Donghua Gate.
There are already many officials waiting here, preparing to enter the palace and pay their respects to the emperor as soon as the palace door opens.
