In the ten-mile pavilion, a group of elite armored soldiers stood solemnly by the side of the road. Their armor clanked and their banners fluttered in the wind.
The Lord of Hanoi, Wu Yizong, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Qiu Lingzhi, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, Hou Zongyu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, Hu Yuanli, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, Chen Dong, and Liu Xiantian were all sitting or standing in the pavilion, waiting to welcome the new imperial envoy, Zhang Changzong.
Wu Yizong's face was dark and he looked very unhappy. He was the one who had suffered an undeserved calamity. Yang Fan had been assassinated, but in order to avoid suspicion, he had to give up his post. He had really racked his brains over the past six months in Chang 'an. In the end, he had helped Zhang Changzong, allowing this immature brat of the Zhang family to reap the fruits of his labor.
His current status was sensitive, especially since he was going to hand over his post to Zhang Changzong. He had to come and welcome him. This feeling of being subservient was not good. At this time, Wu Yizong still did not know that because of Zhang Changzong's greedy words, Wu Chengsi's eldest son, Wu Yanji, had been beaten to death by his aunt. If he knew that, although he was on Wu Sansi's side and fought with Wu Chengsi, he would also feel the same hatred for the Wu family when they met with such a calamity. At that time, he would probably feel even worse.
Qiu Lingzhi and Hou Zongyu were whispering to each other. No matter what, Wu Yizong was going to leave. The person in charge from now on would be Zhang Changzong. They had to think about how to build a good relationship with this new superior. This person was the person the emperor favored the most. Compared to the other imperial envoys, his authority was much greater. It was said that the last time he left the capital, the emperor had gifted him with a banner. He had the power to act first and report later. This time would probably be no exception. If they did not have a good relationship with this person, the consequences would be dire.
The many Chang 'an officials, gentry, nobles, and relatives behind Liu Xiantian were even more shocked. They had already taken all kinds of measures to curry favor with this imperial envoy, how to build a good relationship with him, and how to survive this inevitable purge. Wine, women, avarice, and temper, but all the hobbies of mortals were used at once. He did not believe that he could not take down this imperial envoy.
Drums and horns sounded from the front of the army, and the people in the pavilion were in a commotion. Wu Yizong also stood up and looked into the distance. He saw a group of cavalrymen lined up neatly in battle. Their swords and spears gleamed with cold light, and they wore red and black battle robes and armors. Flags of various colors fluttered high in the air. It was grand and majestic, and they were as unmoving as a mountain.
Wu Yizong took in a deep breath and quickly walked forward. The rest of the officials followed closely behind him and lined up neatly according to their ranks.
Armoured warriors with neatly arranged saddles and saddles rode on incomparably strong steeds. They wore swords and shields, and held long spears in their hands. The silver tips of the spears flickered with cold light, looking mighty and majestic. The military flag fluttered in the wind like silk being torn apart. The cavalry parted to the left and right, giving way to the various officials who came forward to welcome them. They galloped past the two sides of the road. The cavalry was endless, and there were at least two thousand of them.
There were two thousand riders in front, but how many were there behind?
Wu Zetian was really protective of her most beloved little lover. Zhang Changzong took the initiative to ask for permission to come to Chang 'an to temporarily avoid the anger of the Wu and Li families. However, Wu Zetian said that Yang Fan had been assassinated and that the situation in Guanzhong was complicated. She was afraid that something might happen to him, so she actually sent such a large group of soldiers to protect him. It seemed that he was not coming to the capital Chang' an, but to some important border town.
Wherever the army passed, it was like a collapsing mountain. People like Wu Yizong, Liu Qietian, and many of the capital officials were calm, but many of the officials and nobles in Chang 'an were secretly trembling. Countless thick and strong horse legs passed by them, and thick and heavy spears were like a forest of halberds. The sharp spears had blood grooves on them, and those who felt guilty would feel suffocated if they were in the midst of it.
A large oil walled carriage pulled by four handsome white horses appeared in front of them. The curtains hung low, and it was luxurious and exquisite. It had an extremely noble aura.
Wu Yizong stopped in his tracks and saw that the carriage was in front of him. The coachman pulled on the reins and the curtain at the carriage door parted, and a head popped out.
Wu Yizong raised his hands and was about to say, "Zhang Fengchen!" when he suddenly stopped. The person who popped out had a pointed chin, triangular eyes, and a moustache. His face was full of smiles, and he looked extremely wretched. He did not look like the handsome young man who was like a lotus flower.
This person stuck his head out, and like a chick pecking at rice, he squinted his eyes at the officials and nodded with a smile. Only then did he come out of the carriage. This person wore a black silk hat, a light green official robe with embroidered patterns, a leather belt around his waist, and a pair of boots. He was actually a seventh-ranked official.
This official opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. He snatched the footstool from the coachman and hung it on the shaft of the carriage. He respectfully bowed towards the carriage and said, "Zhang Fengchen, please!"
A person bowed and walked out of the carriage. He was dressed in court attire and had a jade talisman on his waist. In his hand was a box wrapped in bright yellow brocade. His complexion was like jade, and his face was handsome. It was Zhang Changzong.
Wu Yizong was suddenly enlightened. He thought, "So that person was one of Zhang Changzong's attendants." He did not bother to look at this seventh-ranked minor official. He cupped his hands towards Zhang Changzong and said, "Zhang Fengchen, it must have been hard on you all this way!"
Most of the officials did not recognize this minor official, and did not bother to look at him. All the officials present were higher ranked than him. But the county magistrate Chen Linfeng, who was standing at the end of the line, was shocked when he saw this person. "Wen Ao! The Imperial Censor Wen Ao! "
Wen Ao had been staying in the County Yamen of Ten Thousand Years for more than half a month. He had been using a chicken feather as a token of authority all day long. He had been causing a lot of trouble here and there. The Young Master of the Heavenly Eagle Gang, Wen Bin, was personally captured by this civil magistrate, together with the County Magistrate of Ten Thousand Years and a group of constables. Didn't Wen Ao return to the Imperial Censor? Why … why did he come down from Zhang Fengchen's carriage?
County Magistrate Chen looked at Hu Yuanli and Shi Yu who were standing in front of him. These two imperial envoys from the Imperial Censor looked calm. A chill suddenly rose in County Magistrate Chen's heart …
…
Thousands of sails raced, and hundreds of ships swam.
Under the command of a steward from the Shun Gate who had just finished reorganizing, the ships sailed south.
Starting from the morning when the first ship sailed into the distance, until the sun was high up in the sky, one ship after another paddled away from the pier. The last ship had yet to leave the harbor.
On the pier, many elderly people, women, and children were seeing off their loved ones. After this farewell, they would only be able to reunite with their loved ones after nine months. After nine months, some of them might not be able to return. They might have passed away due to illness in a foreign land, or they might have met with a dangerous river and lost their lives.
Year after year, day after day, this was the life of the people on the Ba.
However, this year, all the Canal Gangs on Ba had been integrated together. At least there were no more internal conflicts. The Canal Men's sailing was much smoother than in previous years. When the boats returned in late autumn, they could also bring back more generous salaries for their families. This made every Canal Man and his family members feel a bit more joy in the sadness of parting.
"Ah! Your pure white skin is like a fish belly in the east at dawn. Your towering breasts are like two big ripe pomegranates. Your smooth and smooth legs are like a stream. The treasure in between is like a plentiful money bag. When you want to stand up with those perfectly round legs of yours, you have to prepare for a very long time … "
Other than Abdullah, who else could write such a wonderful poem that could shock the heavens and the earth and make the gods weep?
This guy had always been on the Ba. Now everyone on the Ba was familiar with him. They all knew that there was a Abdullah on the Ba.
At first, Abdullah took pleasure in praising the "pheasants" on the Ba. Later on, his emotions sublimated and he began to take pride in flirting with widows.
The woman he was praising was a widow who owned a snack shop on Ba. Her skin was indeed as white as cream, and there was not a single wrinkle on her taut skin. She was very voluptuous, so voluptuous that she could fit two Abdellas, or three and a half Abbas in there.
The woman, who was cooking a pot of pig trotters, was annoyed by Abdullah. She didn't prepare for long before she stood up from the stove, grabbed a stick, and chased after Abdullah.
"Don't chase me away! I never return empty-handed when I climb up the tree to pick fruit! I have also visited a pregnant woman in the middle of the night. I have also been in the orchard and made a young mother abandon her suckling child. Her upper body was leaning against the tree, and her lower body was in my arms. I have also climbed up … "
Abdullah ran as if he was flying, and continued to speak eloquently. The loyal and devoted Abbas ran barefooted beside his master. As he ran, he cheered, "My master is as passionate as fire! My master is promiscuous by nature! My master is talented and knowledgeable! My master … Ouch! "
The woman swung the stick in her hand and hit the back of Abbas' head. Luckily, the stick was not thick. Abbas let out a strange cry and ran in front of his master.
"I have also … Eh?"
Abdullah recited poetry as he ran. After running for a few streets, he suddenly saw Gu Zhuting.
Gu Zhuting and the former leader of the Five Elements Association, Qin Zeyuan, who was now one of the thirty-six stewards of the Shun Gate, had just sent off the first batch of boats. They were returning to the Shun Gate from the pier. When Abdullah saw Gu Zhuting, he immediately ran in front of her. Before Gu Zhuting could react, he held her fingertips.
"Ah! You are as beautiful and fresh as the newborn Luo Bu Ying 'er. Abdullah, I see you again … "Abdullah praised as he bent one knee and was about to kiss her hand. Gu Zhuting said coldly," If you dare to kiss me, I guarantee that your mouth will never be able to recite poetry again. You won't even be able to eat! "
It was as if there was a spring attached to Abdullah's back, and he straightened up with a whoosh.
Gu Zhuting said again, "If you don't let go, I guarantee that your hand will never be able to hold anything again!"
Abdullah felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and he let go with a whoosh.
The men of the Cao Gang behind Gu Zhuting laughed. In fact, they did not hate Abdullah, and they even thought that it was quite interesting to have such a clown on Ba's head. However, this ignorant person had taken liberties with their helmsman, so as a subordinate, they had to act accordingly.
Rong Shu, who was originally a member of the Five Elements Association and had now become a disciple of the Shun Gate, swaggered in front of him. With his hands on his waist, he circulated the Qi in his Dantian and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Get lost!"
Abdullah and his little follower, Abbas, fled in disarray.
Old Master Qin shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He said, "These barbarians of the Western Regions, their customs and habits are a mess."
Gu Zhuting's pretty face was stiff, and she snorted coldly. "How can a merchant be so stupid? He is clearly taking advantage of others on purpose. If he does this again, I will break his legs! "
As she said this, she withdrew her hand to the bottom of her sleeve. With a flick of her slender finger, a ball of paper was put into her sleeve.
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