"Too arrogant!" He stared at Cheng Guogong fiercely, "Zhu Shan, you are too arrogant!"
Duke Cheng Guo was not anxious or annoyed, and smiled.
"Zhu Shan doesn't dare." He said, "I just believe in justice."
After saying that, he strode forward.
The people gave way automatically without blocking.
"That's what he really said just now!" An official pointed at Duke Cheng's back and shouted to everyone, "He found these people."
The officials had complicated expressions, and more of them seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"You can't say this casually." Someone laughed.
"Anyone can say it casually. It's so obvious that he was the one who brought it against Mr. Huang..." the official shouted angrily.
Before he finished speaking, there was a whoosh, and a rotten fruit hit him, hitting him squarely on the official hat.
The official screamed and stretched out his hand to protect his hat.
"Give me my home!"
"No one encouraged us!"
"Faint official! Give me back my home!"
The people blocked by the guards were shouting in a commotion, and they took out rotten fruits and leaves from nowhere, and threw them at them like rain.
There was chaos on the imperial street, and officials fled for cover. Even so, many people were hit, and Huang Cheng was no exception.
A rotten fruit hit him on the shoulder, and juice splashed all over his face.
The official next to him was busy wiping him with his sleeves, shouting in surprise for Mr. Huang.
Huang Cheng pushed him away and wiped it slowly with his sleeve, his eyes so gloomy that they were almost cloudy.
"These troublesome people!"
"This is a rebel!"
"Catch them!"
The officials shouted angrily.
"What are you still doing?"
The guards seemed to have just reacted at this moment.
"Your Majesty has issued an order that people can watch on the Royal Street today and are not allowed to drive them away," said one of the leading guards.
The official stared angrily.
"Is this a spectator?" he shouted, pointing at the noisy and strange people over there.
Three or four more rotten fruit leaves were thrown at him. The official was accidentally hit again and jumped in anger.
Where did these people get so much rotten fruit? It’s only early summer and the fruit hasn’t fallen yet!
"This is a siege!" the official shouted, stamping his feet.
The guards responded and raised their sabers. Before they could say anything, they saw the people who had been shouting and yelling at the fruit leaves dispersed with a roar.
"The official is beating someone up!"
"The Grand Maester is going to be silenced!"
"Grandmaster Huang is going to kill someone!"
"Scholar Huang is going to drive the refugees out of Beijing!"
The shouts dispersed, and in a blink of an eye the group of people ran away, leaving a mess behind.
The guards didn't even have time to pull out their swords, and they stood there dumbfounded.
Should we say they are bold or timid?
Bold means daring to scold the important ministers of the court, but coward means they disperse like birds and beasts before even threatening them.
What a cunning person.
Are these really refugees from the North?
"Catch them, arrest them, torture them, and find out who instigated them." Several officials shouted angrily.
The guards simply shook their heads,
"This is no longer our responsibility," they said.
Look at how slack they are!
These imperial guards are all the sons of powerful people in the capital. Although their official salaries are not very high, they are all very good at pretending to be uncles.
These people are similar to Zhu Zan. Could it be that they were also ordered by Zhu Zan? They are pretending to be stupid here.
"You..." several officials shouted.
"Okay." Huang Cheng shouted to stop them.
The officials stopped.
"Sir..." one said with grievance, "This is really too much of a lie."
Huang Cheng has regained his composure.
"Today is a good day. Your Majesty is very happy. Don't let these little things spoil your happiness." He said, while walking forward, he wiped his face with his sleeves.
The juice on his face had already been wiped off, but he still kept wiping it, as if he wanted to scratch the skin.
The cronies did not dare to stop him, and waved the carriages and horses to follow Huang Cheng.
Seeing them leaving, the other officials looked at each other with strange and complicated expressions.
"I didn't expect Duke Cheng Guo to be such a person." An official said in a low voice.
The other official smiled.
"It used to be that when we were far away, words written in memorials were not as powerful as face-to-face verbal confrontations." He said, "Now it's going to be lively."
Everyone was talking a lot, and some officials looked a little uneasy.
Since it is a confrontation, we must take sides.
"I don't know who is more powerful." An official looked at Ning Yunzhao and said in a low voice.
"No, you are wrong." Ning Yunzhao said, smiling, "This kind of thing is not about who is good, but about who does the right thing."
The colleagues around him nodded.
"Master Ning is right," a colleague said.
"Which one of them, Master Ning, do you think did the right thing?" Another asked with concern.
Unknowingly, they began to call Ning Yunzhao "Master Ning", discarding the small character.
Ning Yunzhao had a slight smile on his face.
"Of course, whoever Your Majesty thinks is correct will be correct," he replied.
Well, forgetting that he is a guy who only respects the emperor, several colleagues shook their heads and laughed helplessly.
"Anyway, let's just watch Master Ning." Someone chuckled.
The civil and military officials on Yu Street gradually dispersed, and Ning Yunzhao and others also mounted their horses respectively and walked out of Yu Street to see many people chatting and laughing on the street.
"It looks like the excitement hasn't died down yet," an official said.
The attendant leading the horse beside him shook his head when he heard it.
"Sir, there is a new excitement." He said with joy, "Miss Jun is back."
There are many people with the surname Jun in the world, but Miss Jun is the only one who doesn't even need to add any extra explanation when she mentions it. Everyone knows who she is talking about.
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, the officials who heard him raised their eyebrows.
"Miss Jun from Jiulingtang," they said, "is she so lively when she comes back?"
"Yes." Another official's entourage quickly grabbed the conversation and said impatiently, "Miss Jun was stopped by Mr. Lu as soon as she entered the city."
Several officials said oh and raised their eyebrows again.
"That was really lively," they said.
"No, no, that's not the key." The previous attendant hurriedly interrupted, "The most important thing is that it turns out that Miss Jun is the wife of Duke Chengguo."
Several officials yelled and their eyes widened.
"This is a big bustle," they said, greeting each other, "Let's go for a walk and find a place to drink tea and listen."
Several people immediately moved forward with great interest. After walking a few steps, they turned around and saw that Ning Yunzhao was following them.
"Master Ning, are you going too?" a colleague asked in surprise.
Ning Yunzhao smiled and nodded.
"I also like to listen to the excitement." He said.
It's strange, I haven't noticed it before. He rarely attends gatherings of colleagues, but that may be because of Ning Yan's affairs and he has to keep a low profile.
"Okay, let's go together." They laughed.
Xiao Ding held the horse and pouted.
Why do I like to listen to the excitement? I just like to hear the excitement related to Miss Jun. Even if I already know the facts, I am very interested in hearing them said again.
But when I heard that Miss Jun was returning home with the Crown Prince Cheng Guo and his wife, I wondered if he could still laugh.
Xiao Ding thought secretly, reminding himself that he must hold back and not reveal anything.
Miss Jun, who was talked about as a joke by others, was standing outside the gate of Duke Cheng's Mansion, or in front of the wall to be precise.
She had been standing here for a while, looking up slightly at the wall with traces of time and the thick branches and leaves.
There were footsteps coming from behind, accompanied by a cough.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhu Zan asked.
Miss Jun looked back at him and smiled.
"Let's take a look," she said.
It seems that the last time she was standing here and looking at the wall, Zhu Zan frowned, confused.
"See? You want others to see that you are the wife of Duke Chengguo," he said with a snort.
"Do you need to let others see this?" Miss Jun said with a smile, spreading her hands, "Isn't it known to everyone?"
Look how proud she is.
Zhu Zan squinted his eyes.
"Of course a young man as outstanding as the Crown Prince would be proud to have such a husband." Miss Jun said, stepping towards him.
Ah, Zhu Zan stared to avoid it, but Miss Jun patted him on the shoulder and looked past him with a smile.
Zhu Zan followed behind and punched her twice hard on the back, then rolled up his sleeves and followed up with his hands behind his back.
The door of the Duke's Mansion has been opened wide, and the servants are greeting him with respectful salutes.
Miss Jun stopped again, looked at the plaque and then looked inside.
"I didn't expect to be able to enter the Duke's mansion." She said with a bit of sigh.
Zhu Zan laughed twice and approached her.
"Our Duke's residence is very accommodating to people. As for guests, it's easy to come and go, and it's not difficult to come back again." He said, emphasizing the word "guest".
Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled, lifted her skirt and stepped up the steps. (To be continued)