Huang Cheng watched the emperor move forward, followed by hundreds of civil and military officials.
The emperor's order has been conveyed, the drums and music are sounding, the ceremonial guards are in full order, and the people on the imperial street have knelt down one after another, and there are flowers in bloom.
In this bouquet of flowers, Huang Cheng's face was very ugly, and he did not hide it.
"Sir, it's better to get up." The two chamberlains advised carefully.
"I won't get up." Huang Cheng said, "What should I be afraid of? What's the shame in having loyal words be offensive and being refuted? This is the responsibility of a minister."
As he said that, he just sat down and didn't seem to get up.
When a child acts out, he can be beaten. But when an old man acts out, there is nothing he can do. He can't be beaten again and again.
The emperor didn't care anyway, the servants looked at each other, shook their heads and backed away.
The clatter of horse hooves drowned out the cries of the people.
When the civilian army formation appeared in front of the imperial city, surrounded by refugees in ragged clothes, although it did not look majestic without the brightly armored soldiers, it still had a different kind of majesty.
Especially when he saw the emperor appear, Duke Cheng stepped forward and shouted that he was guilty and had failed his majesty's great trust. The soldiers dismounted their horses and knelt down to greet him. Thousands of refugees in the north knelt down and cried and bowed excitedly. The whole atmosphere in front of the imperial city was solemn and exciting.
The emperor no longer hesitated, he stepped forward and held Duke Cheng's hand while weeping, and comforted the excited refugees. All the officials knelt down, and the people shouted long live, and the whole capital was shaken.
The front of the imperial city has become a lively center. Just now, the streets where the Northland refugees and Chengguo Gongjun were walking have become quiet. Of course, this quietness is relative. The people on the street are still talking excitedly about what they saw just now.
And more people flocked to the imperial city.
Standing by the window of the restaurant facing the street, Xian Wang clicked his tongue twice.
"It's really wonderful, wonderful, the style of Duke Cheng is really unstoppable." He sighed, and looked back when he thought of something, "People say that a young man is better than a good man, but you, my son, are really not as good as you.
Lao Tzu, when you go out on the street, everyone will be empty, but when you go out on the street, the crowd will be full of people."
This is a large and luxurious room, but there is only one person sitting in front of the exquisite banquet.
This man was wearing coarse clothes, with messy hair and a beard. He was sitting cross-legged, holding a wine bottle in one hand and half a roast chicken in the other.
This look is just like the Northland refugees passing by on Shicai Street, which is really inconsistent with the indoor environment.
"You are jealous." He said, pulling off his beard, revealing a clean and handsome face, and raising his head with his hand, "When did I go out on the street and it wasn't empty of people?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed outside.
"Do you believe I will show you one now? How much will you pay me if I lose?"
The wise king laughed.
"Why should we talk about money? Talking about money hurts feelings," he said.
He seemed to know that there was no benefit to be gained from talking in front of Zhu Zan, so he stopped continuing the topic and pointed outside.
"Those people are really angry this time. They planned for so long and spent so much money to create such a big fight, but in the end they were dispersed without even seeing Duke Cheng."
Zhu Zan sneered and poured the wine from the jug into his mouth.
"They deserve it," he said, "a bunch of brainless clowns who took the money and had no conscience."
The wise king shook his head.
"But even a group of clowns can make people look foolish." He said, "If it weren't for the refugees from the North, I would never have come out to meet these people."
"There is no if." Zhu Zan said neatly.
The wise man clicked his tongue twice.
"What makes you so proud is that your wife is amazing," he said.
Zhu Zan glared.
"Your wife!" he said.
"My wife is at home. There are several of them. Which one are you looking for?" King Xian also said with a glare.
Zhu Zan sighed.
"Stop staring, no matter how hard you stare, it's not too big." He said, reaching out and picking up the chopsticks to take another bite of the food.
The wise king sat down next to him.
"Hey, where is your wife? The whole drama is over and she still hasn't come on stage?" he asked curiously.
Zhu Zan pushed him away with one arm.
"Be careful what you say. Don't talk about a wife. I am still a young man." He said angrily.
The wise king sighed.
"You are so white!" He laughed, picking up the wine and pouring it down happily.
Although there were only two people in the room, the atmosphere was cheerful and lively, matching the excitement of the imperial city not far away.
The crowd at the gate of the city further away had long since disappeared. Only the officers and soldiers on duty were standing and discussing what had just happened. A group of people from outside the city came over. When they saw this group of people, the officers and soldiers couldn't help but wink at each other.
, stood up straight.
This is a group of people wearing Confucian shirts and square scarves, but compared to the elegant and handsome people in the past, they look a little embarrassed, either because their clothes are messy and stained with dust, or because of the decadent look on their faces.
The soldiers guarding the city who used to be in awe when seeing these scholars no longer had the same respect as before, and their expressions were unabashedly sarcastic.
"He deserves credit for his work, and we have not denied his credit." A scholar said with a bit of embarrassment, "It is wrong for him to ask for credit and to be rewarded."
Before the people around him could answer him, a sneer sounded from beside him.
The scholar turned around and saw that it was a city gate soldier.
"According to what you said, scholar, we people can't even ask for salary?" he said with a half-smile.
The scholar looked even more embarrassed because his words were refuted by a vulgar soldier.
"Those who deserve it naturally deserve it, and those who don't deserve it naturally don't deserve it." He said, "Don't confuse us and be deceived by Duke Cheng."
What the soldiers were about to say was preceded by a heavy hum and cluttered footsteps. When everyone heard the sound and looked around, they saw another group of scholars walking into the city.
The soldier couldn't help but feel fear. After all, he still didn't dare to confront the scholar. Just as he was about to take a step back, he saw an elder who was the first among the scholars who came from the city to stop and spat heavily at the scholar and scholar here.
"Song Wencai, you have really disgraced scholars." He shouted sternly.
Huh? It turned out to be... The soldier's expression changed, and his eyes turned to the two scholars.
The expressions of these scholars from outside the city also changed.
"Mr. Zhou." A scribe stood up, "We are doing this for the sake of the great scribe of Zhou. He became a military general, but he was too arrogant and domineering. He has always been a military official and a civil servant. How can any civil servant offer salary to a military general?
"
"That's right, Mr. Zhou, military generals must not be allowed to be so domineering, otherwise the world will be in chaos." Many people behind him also followed suit.
The elder known as Mr. Zhou looked at them and sneered again.
"I don't see civil servants or generals in my eyes, I only see people." He said, "And you, let alone scholars, are not even human beings."
These words were serious. The faces of these scholars turned red and white. When they were about to tell the difference, Mr. Zhou had already pointed at one of them.
"Kang Liangchen," he said coldly, "how much did you charge? How did you get the house in Maoer Hutong?"
As soon as this statement came out, many people looked shocked and looked at one person.
This was a fat middle-aged man standing among the group of scholars. He looked frightened and subconsciously stepped back.
"I, I didn't." He stammered.
Mr. Zhou did not question him any more, and glanced at them coldly.
"You don't want to wear scholar's clothes in the capital anymore. There are no students like you in the Imperial College." He said coldly, turned around and strode away.
Many students and scribes who followed him also looked at these people and shook their heads with disdain on their faces.
"It's an insult to politeness."
"What a scumbag."
They said one after another and walked away.
The scholars here fell into chaos, and many people stepped forward to grab the named man and make a noise.
The soldiers guarding the city were happy.
"Hey, hey." They folded their arms in front of them, laughing as if they were watching the fun, "You guys can't talk to me, so why not fight."
"Hey, if you can use your hands, don't use your mouth."
There was also a shout from a restaurant near the city gate.
Looking at the scholars running around with their faces hidden under the city gate, Chen Qi patted the window and smiled.
"First they were disgraced, and now they are expelled by Mr. Zhou. There is no place for them in this capital." He said and spat bitterly, "Ten years of hard work have been wasted. They deserve it."
"This is how things are done, and the result may be uncertain. If they succeed this time, Duke Cheng will be the one who deserves it." Fang Jinxiu said.
Chen Qi looked at her and smiled.
"You haven't seen that the two roadblocks outside the capital are really dangerous." He said exaggeratedly, "I asked you to follow me to the outside of the city, but you refused to go."
"I'm going to the city anyway, I'll just wait and see what happens." Fang Jinxiu said.
Chen Qi chuckled.
"Are you so sure?" he asked.
Fang Jinxiu sneered but said nothing.
Chen Qi smiled and clapped his hands.
"Okay, now that the result is settled, let's go back." He said, and as he was about to walk out, Fang Jinxiu sat by the window and did not move.
"What's wrong?" Chen Qi said, "There's no fun anymore, let's go."
Fang Jinxiu listened to the noise coming from the imperial city in the distance, looked at the quiet city gate, and clenched her teacup hand slightly.
What about her?
In the next room, Ning Yan was also shaking his head and leaving the window.
"Sweep the floor politely," he said.
Ning Shiyi walked in quickly from outside the door.
"Father, Duke Cheng Guo has entered the palace. Your Majesty will give you a banquet today. Your Majesty also asked the various ministries to properly resettle the refugees in the North and move them into various state capitals," he said.
"Fortunately, Your Majesty did not continue to be bewitched by the traitor." Ning Yan nodded and said, and the father and son went downstairs.
Ning Shiyi laughed when he heard this.
"Father, in fact, Your Majesty was bewitched when he did this." He said, "At that time, His Majesty was held by Huang Cheng's leg and was about to enter the palace to avoid it."
Ning Yan stopped and looked at him.
"Tenth brother stood up and asked Your Majesty to stay." Ning Shiyi said while holding back a smile.
Yun Zhao.
Ning Yan was slightly surprised but thought it was nothing surprising.
How could his nephew, who was so smart, be willing to be a mediocre vassal?
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"Yunzhao, you really scared us to death this time."
The excitement on the Imperial Street continues, the guard of honor in front of the Imperial City has been removed, and everyone is walking towards the Imperial Palace.
Ning Yunzhao, who was behind in order, was surrounded by several colleagues and whispered.
Ning Yunzhao looked forward with a smile.
"Do you feel dead or alive now?" he asked.
Now... Several officials also looked forward. The emperor was sitting in a sedan chair, accompanied by Cheng Guogong Zhu Shan.
Today's scene greatly pleased the emperor. Compared with those who persuaded him to return to the palace, those who congratulated him certainly had no merit.
This time it left an impression in the emperor's eyes.
"Death or death," said an official.
Everyone started laughing, and while they were talking and laughing, a chamberlain hurriedly came over from the front and saluted Ning Yunzhao with a smile.
"Master Xiao Ning, come with the Za family." He said.
Is this the emperor wanting to talk to him?
Several officials looked happy. Ning Yunzhao looked calm and saluted with a light smile in response.
The eunuch walked first, but Ning Yunzhao did not immediately follow him under the congratulations of his colleagues. Instead, he stopped and looked back with a bit of expectation.
What to see?
What are you waiting for?
Colleagues looked back subconsciously.
"It's lively." Ning Yunzhao said.
Is it lively?
The people on Imperial Street had not dispersed yet, and the excitement was still there, but that was it, and I was tired after watching it for half a day.
"Stop watching, it's not exciting anymore." A colleague laughed in a low voice.
Ning Yunzhao smiled, said no more, turned back his eyes, cupped his hands to everyone, and walked forward with the servant.
Colleagues looked at his back with joyful expressions.
"It's also an official robe, but why does it look so good on Mr. Xiao Ning?" a colleague said happily.
This statement was laughed at by the companions. Because it was too lively, the censor on the side glared and warned with displeasure. Everyone hurriedly straightened up their appearance, lined up and filed forward.
"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with following Mr. Xiao Ning." An official suddenly murmured while walking, with a sigh and a sense of joy.
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Ning Yan walked down from the restaurant. The noise in front of the city gate had dispersed with the departure of the scholars. There was no crowd on the street and it seemed very quiet.
"With fewer people, we won't block the road. We can get home quickly." Ning Shiyi smiled, watching the servants drive the carriage over. As soon as he finished speaking, someone ran out of the building.
"Coming, coming."
The person came shouting and passed by Ning Shiyi like the wind. Ning Shiyi was almost knocked down.
"What are you doing?" Ning Shiyi shouted angrily, "Who is here? Are you so anxious? Are you going to pick up the Bodhisattva?"
The man ignored him and ran straight to the city gate.
Ning Shi looked around subconsciously and saw a man riding a horse on the road outside the city gate.
I couldn't see her face clearly, I could only see her delicate figure, dressed in red like fire, but because of her delicate posture, she didn't look overbearing. Her gentle and sassy demeanor blended together, eye-catching but not ostentatious.
Who is this?
"Miss Jun!"
Chen Qi raised his hands and shouted loudly.
Miss Jun?
Which Miss Jun?
This shout made the few pedestrians on the street stop and made the guards at the city gate stand up straight, and all eyes were turned over.
The woman was getting closer and closer, and she had already arrived in front of the city gate. The veil that blocked the wind and sand from the scorching sun had fallen in front of her, revealing her beautiful face.
The street seemed to be stagnant for a while, then shouts erupted.
"Miss Jun!"
"Miss Jun is back!"
"The miracle doctor from Jiulingtang is back!"
Accompanied by these shouts, many people suddenly poured out of the street, as if they were emerging from the ground. People from restaurants and restaurants also poured out, and the street was suddenly crowded.
Ning Shiyi was staggered due to the squeeze, and carefully protected Ning Yan.
"This is really a way to pick up the Bodhisattva." He said, looking at the streets crowded with people, stamping his feet helplessly and angrily, "It's over, the road is blocked again, and I can't get out for a while."
There was a new excitement on the street. The excitement in front of the Royal Street was dissipating. As the news spread, more people came from there. The scene was no less than welcoming the Duke of Cheng into the city.
"People who don't know, think that Duke Cheng Guo hasn't come to Beijing yet." Jiang Qianhu said.
At this time, they were standing in a dark little room under the city gate, avoiding the sunlight and people's sight.
Jiang Qianhu looked at Lu Yunqi beside him, who was looking out with his hands behind his hands.
"As expected, Miss Jun has arrived today." He complimented.
Lu Yunqi crossed the threshold with an expressionless face, but he did not step into the sunlight. He was still in the shadow of the corner of the city wall, so that the people who came to see him only to see Miss Jun did not notice him.
But there was a pair of eyes looking over at him as he took a step forward.
Because he is riding on a horse, he is condescending.
Lu Yunqi raised his head slightly and looked at him blankly.
The woman in red in the sight tapped the riding crop gently in her hand, smiled slightly, and moved her lips silently.
I'm back.
Lu Yunqi could understand what she said silently.
I'm back.
Lu Yunqi felt that the sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.
Not because of what she said, but because of how she looked.
She's back.
His her is no one else's, this is his her, and she's back.
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(Four thousand and five words, two chapters, a lot of words, very well written, vote quickly, thank you, it’s so boring.) (To be continued)