The first half and the second half were worlds apart. First, Chen Zhibao entered the capital to take up the post of Minister of War, drawing a clear line with the Xu family. This was a joyous matter. Then, the Crown Prince position that had been left vacant for a long time was revealed. The various kings left the capital to become vassals, which was also a joyous matter. Then, Yin Maochun presided over the evaluation of the officials. It was done methodically, like a butcher dismembering a cow, living up to his reputation as the Hidden Minister. If not for Hsu Fengnian becoming the King of Beiliang, the first half of the first year of the Auspicious Talisman would have been a good thing. Then came the troubled times. Guangling Road was in chaos. Lu Shengxiang, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, became the commander. The vassal King Jing was in trouble. Of the two old generals, one died in battle, and the other was still trapped. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers were lost just like that. When the frost fell and winter had not truly arrived, it was said that Beimang's million-strong army was going south to the central plains. If not for the northwest being their entry point, the Liyang court would probably be in deep trouble. However, Lu Shengxiang's position as the commander-in-chief was undoubtedly in jeopardy. The Confucian Sage Cao Zhangqing had also appeared on the eastern front of Guangling Road and was confronting the Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi. At this time, on another even more magnificent eastern front, the Great Pillar State Gu Jiantang, who was in charge of the military and politics of the Northern Region, was still biding his time. Chen Zhibao, the King of Shu, disappeared without a trace. Zhao Bing, the King of Yan Chi, was watching from the sidelines. As the capital of the country, if not for the arrival of Qi Yanglong, who was in his twilight years, the people of Great Peace City would probably be in a state of panic.
Every inch of land in Great Peace City was worth its weight in gold. Many officials who could attend court meetings every day worked for 20 years and still could not afford to buy a house. The more they worked, the less they could afford to buy one. A few years ago, there was a tragedy. An official who lived far away drowned in a river in a rainstorm in the morning in order to make it in time for the morning meeting. The current Emperor was said to have the country in his hands, but he was an almost stubborn and thrifty ruler. He was also very strict with his relatives in the imperial family. In the past, the relatives of the emperor would take over the property of the people. After the founding of the country, it would get worse in less than a generation. In this dynasty, it was extremely rare. this made it seem like the Emperor was different from the other emperors. However, His Majesty the Emperor was never stingy with his generosity to those important officials. Other than that group of scholars who stood out in the Spring of Yong Hui, there were Chen Zhibao, Lu Baijie, and Lu Shengxiang. These three high officials of the Ministry of War lived in the best Vermilion Gate mansions when they entered the capital and were bestowed with countless rewards.
However, these people still couldn't compare to Chancellor Qi. The previous owner of Qi Yanglong's residence was a county king who had been stripped of his hereditary title by the previous Emperor. His eldest son had long been demoted to the rank of General Zhenguo. This wasn't much. In order to take care of Qi Yanglong, who once called himself Yue Di Clear Gluttony, the Emperor of Zhao Family, who never played tricks in the imperial kitchen, specially set up an Yue Di Kitchen in the Qi Manor. He found two great masters who were proficient in cooking from the old Dongyue territory just to cater to Chancellor Qi's taste. As a result, Qi Yanglong didn't even need to follow the customs of the local officials. The Qi Manor was such a treasured land of Fengshui, so it naturally made the city's high officials and nobles scramble like ducks. They all considered it an honor to be able to cross the Qi Manor's threshold. Regardless of their status and background, busybodies liked to judge by the time they entered the manor. For a time, the Qi Manor's main entrance became a dragon's gate. This was an unprecedented grand occasion that hadn't happened even when Zhang Julu was in charge of the Shangshu Province. However, this was also related to Grand Secretary Zhang's unreasonable behavior. Chancellor Qi, on the other hand, was completely different. Qi Yanglong didn't reject the luxurious mansion and silk bestowed by the Emperor, nor did he reject the elegant book collection bestowed by his colleagues. There were people who roughly estimated that in less than a month's time, the Qi Manor's Iron Sword Zither Guts Building had received no less than eighty books, all of which were 'paid per page, one gold per page'. The Great Feng Dynasty's books were publicly acknowledged to be exquisite in paper, simple in style, and excellent in engraving. It must be known that the few most famous private library buildings in the world today were the result of several generations of the family's perseverance and extravagance.
Red lanterns were hung high everywhere in the Qi Manor.
Qi Yanglong had just sent off the Cave Abyss Pavilion's Great Scholar Yan Jiexi. He sat across from him and drank two jars of aged wine. At this moment, the old man who had come to the library alone seemed to be glowing with health. He wore a thick fur coat. The old man's figure was short and thin, especially in the north where men were all tall and healthy, so he seemed to be unable to bear the burden. The old man arrived in front of the bookshelf. Along the way, he didn't take another look at those priceless books. Instead, he pulled out a Beiliang local chronicle that Gu Jiantang had someone send over. The author was unknown. After the old man flipped it open, for some reason, he read those concise and concise words. He only felt a wave of lonely indignation assaulting his face. "The land of Liang Long, the winter is extremely cold, many clothes and skins. Although they have been damaged by rats, they are still hidden deep, all of them using thick fur as clothing. Every time there is a severe winter, the fingers will split the skin, freezing the bones for a thousand li. The land is extremely high, the people of Liang Long can endure the cold and hunger, valiant and valiant, not fearing death. The noble, strong, and lowly old are adept at riding up and down cliffs as if they are flying. They don't need boats to cross rivers, passing by floating horses, excellent in archery and hunting … "
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