The next day, Huo Qijing went to court for the first time.
In fact, Dayan's early dynasty was not entirely based on rank. For example, the Shenwu Army only needed the leading general.
Therefore, in the future, he will not need to go to court except for the big court meeting or if he has something to report. Today he just came to show his face to show that so-and-so has joined the ranks of civil and military officials.
As expected, there was a censor, Shen Yan Chengyuan, who served as the supervisor of the army, but he took military glory.
Then, Emperor Ming Yan really said what he said before... The censor stopped beeping instantly.
They are jealous, they are jealous!!
Let’s not talk about this dynasty, let’s talk about past dynasties. Who has ever heard of a daughter earning military merit and exchanging a title for her father? It has never happened before, and there will never be another one in the future!
It can't be said to be unreasonable, because this is filial piety! What is really unreasonable is that the princess ran to the military camp. This matter has already turned over.
After going to court, Yan Chengyuan personally took him to the guard post of the Shenwu Army.
Yan Chengyuan is the president of the Sixth Army of Beiya, one of which is the Shenwu Army. There is one third-rank general and three junior third-rank generals. Huo Qijing's General Yunhui is a third-rank general, but he is here to serve as a deputy.
The emperor's intention to protect his shortcomings was very obvious, and he was asked to practice and gain qualifications.
The official general is called Wei Linshen, who also comes from a noble family. He knows a lot about what is going on here, and his immediate superior personally brought people here, so his attitude is naturally very enthusiastic.
The two parties had a brief meeting first to understand the situation, and then slowly started working.
This is not a border gate, and I won't expect you to join the army today and go into battle tomorrow. This is the capital, and being a person is more important than doing things. If you rush to get started, people will think you are here to seize power.
So Huo Qijing didn't stay long and only had a deep chat with Wei Lin. He left the guardhouse before noon. As soon as he came out, he was stopped by the prince and several others with smiles.
Yan Chengyuan just sent someone over, explained the situation and left. Wei Lin bowed deeply and stepped away knowingly, leaving only Huo Qijing.
Among these princes, only the third prince has ever had a married sister, but he has never met such a sister... How can I put it this way, he had never paid much attention to Princess Shouning's marriage when it came to considering his brother-in-law.
Before getting married, I didn’t even know whether my consort was round or flat.
Being invited by the prince today, does it feel like a novel thing?
His sense of responsibility as an elder brother was overwhelming, and he was the first to speak: "Are you Huo Qijing?"
Of course, this kind of thing will not be missed by Yan Shirui and Yan Shitu.
When Yan Shitu left the Imperial Academy, he very excitedly invited Huo Qiyang, "Come on, Ayang, His Highness the Crown Prince invites Huo Qijing to dinner today! Let's go and see it together!"
Huo Qiyang looked at him and followed him very calmly.
Several people over there were waiting in the restaurant, and when they saw that Yan Shitu had brought Huo Qiyang... their mood was simply indescribable.
I treat you as an ally, but you bring a helper to the enemy. That's fine. You're still a little bean. There are a lot of things that are hard to say. Is that possible?
Yan Shitu went to school with Huo Qiyang every day, and did homework with Xu Wenqu in the evening. He deeply regarded Huo Qiyang as one of his own. It was not until he faced the meaningful looks of everyone that he suddenly remembered that he also
My surname is Huo Lai.
Even the third prince couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "Tell me, you are too old to be successful."
The prince and others looked at the two people silently: "..."
What can I say, don’t laugh at the IQ basin.
But even so, what needs to be done must be done.
So several people, headed by the prince, took turns telling each other idioms to get him drunk.
But as for clichés, Huo Qijing talks so little that he can't even squeeze out of the crowd, and there's nothing easy to say. How about drinking... He has a strong internal energy. He has been hanging out with those people at the border for a long time, and he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
, his expression never changed from beginning to end.
In the end, the third prince was drunk and fell down. He pointed at Huo Qijing unwillingly: "You! You are dishonest! Tell me, have you watered it down...have you watered it down?"
Yan Shitu followed suit: "You didn't mix it with water. I saw it, but why do you drink so much? Are you always drinking? Drinking all the time is not okay! It's not good! I heard that there are people who like to beat their wives when they are drunk!"
Yan Shirui's face was filled with horror.
The prince exchanged glances with him silently.
Every family has a bad brother, what can they do?
At home, as soon as Yan Shiyue heard that the prince and his men had called him away, he knew that he would have to drink a lot. He had already asked the kitchen to prepare sobering soup and was waiting while reading his script.
It was not until the end of Xu Shi (21 o'clock) that Jia He reported that his people had returned.
Yan Shiyue hurriedly ran out to take a look, and happened to meet the two brothers walking in together.
Huo Qijing stood still as soon as he saw her. As soon as she came over, he shook her. She subconsciously took her hands with her, and he hugged her full.
With the wine-scented breath blowing in his ears, he muttered: "Ah Yue."
She saw that he didn't even care about little Ayang and dared to hug him. She immediately believed that he was really drunk. The smell of alcohol was strong when he hugged her like this. She felt dizzy after smelling it: "Drink."
A lot?"
He didn't answer and said again: "Ah Yue."
"Um?"
In the darkness, his hand firmly grasped her waist and pressed her towards him: "When will we get married? Tomorrow, okay?"
She had never seen Huo Qijing so...so aggressive and possessive.
The boy in her family has really grown up!
Her ears were hot and her heart was beating for a moment, and she struggled to see his expression: "Why are you so drunk? How much did you drink? Hey, hey! Stand still, I can't hold you!"
Such a big one came over and forced her to take a few steps back. He just said over and over again: "Ah Yue, we will get married tomorrow, okay?"
She was shy and helpless: "Okay, stop making trouble, I'll ask someone to bring you hangover soup."
He held on tightly, the two of them were so close that she could clearly feel his hard muscles. His voice was soft and hoarse, and his breath was hot: "Is it okay to get married tomorrow?"
"Okay, okay!" She really couldn't resist it, in every sense of the word.
She didn't expect him to be so clingy when he was drunk, so she could only try her best to open her arms, pat his back gently, and coax him softly: "Okay, are you getting married? You go back and rest first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? You
Be good!"
Xiaotian's voice was particularly sultry. He stiffened slightly and stepped away.
Under the night, his eyes were gleaming with water due to drunkenness, and they were really magnificent, trying to hold the stars in the sky.
His voice was far slimier than usual: "You promised, don't go back on it."
"Okay, okay! I understand." She supported him all the way back like a coaxing child, and asked someone to bring him sobering soup. She continued to coax him, fed him to drink with her own hands, and then touched his face: "
Go to sleep, I'm leaving!"
He nodded, his eyelashes hanging down were long and thick, and he was so well-behaved.
She liked the tough guy's tenderness so much that she wanted to kiss him.
But now the housing in Fuyan Mansion is tight. He lives with Huo Qiyang. Huo Qiyang is outside at the moment, separated by a screen, which feels a bit shameful. (To be continued)