Song Daoning said indifferently, "Don't forget, Yin Changgeng and Zhao Chunyuan's marriage was the late Emperor's idea. Yin and Zhao pushed the boat along with the current, each leaving a way out for the other's descendants. "
The duke clicked his tongue and said, "This bunch of scholars, they really have a lot of cunning guts!"
Song Daoning sighed softly and said, "Scholars have a lot of cunning minds, while martial artists refuse to be controlled. Since His Majesty ascended the throne, it has actually been quite difficult. What's not easy is that His Majesty has done very well. "
Gao Shizhi stared at this good friend of his, who had nothing to hide from him, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you decided? Are you really going to help His Majesty keep the various civil officials and military forces in check? "
Song Daoning didn't answer the question and took a deep breath. "Although our neighbors of various surnames have been suppressed by Bi Yan for so many years, we can't deny that there's a world of difference between the imperial court with and without Bi Yan in charge. Since Bi Yan is gone, then even if we don't consider the country, we still have to be worthy of those ancestral tablets that we have to pay respects to every year. "
Gao Shizhi stretched. "In any case, I'll do what you do. It's that simple, I won't waste my energy."
Song Daoning suddenly laughed. "Do you still remember the things when you were young?"
Gao Shizhi was stunned. "What things? The two of us did a lot of magnificent things when we were young. What are you asking? Hey, Wang Yuanran, that bunch of good-for-nothing brats, compared to us in the past, they're worlds apart! "
Song Daoning subconsciously rubbed his chest, and then pointed at the face of this illustrious duke in front of him.
The latter's face instantly flushed red. Gao Shizhi cursed, and his entire arrogance disappeared.
Song Daoning laughed out loud for the first time.
At that time, many years ago, his Young Marquis Song Daoning and his good brother Gao Shizhi were riding on the outskirts of the capital with their retainers. In the end, they met a woman. That woman was truly devastatingly beautiful. Even the arrogant Song Daoning was shocked by her beauty.
Song Daoning and Gao Shizhi were not able to defeat him. They suffered some punches and kicks. However, the two rich men had the advantage in numbers. Soon, they chased after the bastard and beat him up. Their faces were covered in dirt. The key was that this guy was good at fighting, but his mouth was so good that he could curse people a hundred times without repeating a word. Song Daoning and Gao Shizhi were not able to defeat him. Song Daoning and Gao Shizhi were punched and kicked by him. However, the two rich men had the advantage in numbers. Soon, they chased after the bastard and beat him up. The point was that this guy was good at fighting, but his mouth was really good at cursing people without repeating a hundred times. How was this a hero saving a damsel in distress? This was clearly a disgrace. It had nothing to do with heroic spirit. It was clearly an internal conflict between two groups of lechers. Neither of them was a good person.
Then …
Then Song Daoning was kicked seven or eight zhang by the woman with the sword on her back. Gao Shizhi was slapped and spun seven or eight times in the air.
Then the young man from Liaodong charged in front of the woman with a face full of "gratefulness." He grabbed her hand and said some words of gratitude. He was not willing to let go.
Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning only found out much later about that bastard surnamed Xu. His fate was not much better than theirs. His entire body was sent flying far away. After he fell heavily on the ground, he still gritted his teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile. He shouted with all his might, "You are my, Xu Xiao's wife! Either you kill me, or you marry me! "
— —
In the past, as long as Xu Xiao was in Great Peace City, there would be no lack of excitement.
Now, his son had come to Great Peace City. It seemed to be very lively.
— —
The Duke of Yan and the Marquis of Huaiyang were very disappointed. Because in the morning court session, the young vassal king who had caused a great disturbance did not appear.
In comparison, the other news only slightly lifted the spirits of the officials.
Wu Zhongxuan, the top general of the south under Zhao Bing of Yan, had secretly left Guangling Road and went north. He suddenly appeared in the court of the capital and was promoted to the Minister of War of Liyang. At the same time, he was ordered to immediately return to Guangling Road to supervise the war. He would lead the Ministry of War as the Great General of the South. When the rebellion was successfully quelled, he would officially go to the capital.
Early in the morning.
A carriage slowly stopped at the old site of the Ministry of War of Liyang. This place was only one li away from the Zhao family. Before the change of location, the Liyang Dynasty, which was called the barbarians of the north by the eight countries of the south, had the position of the Ministry of War in the three provinces and six ministries. It was beyond the imagination of the people of Liyang. At that time, not to mention the Ministry of Personnel, as long as you were not a general of a local town, even if you were the Head of the Secretariat of the Hall of Secretaries or the Left Servant of the Menxia Province, you would have to obediently make way for the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War's carriage. As to those arrogant Imperial Censors, their only use at that time was to be the punching bag for the officials of the Ministry of War. It was not strange for them to be whipped half to death for no reason.
Two emperors, in a short forty years, had made the Central Plains recognize the orthodox position of Liyang.
Countless scholars took root and sprouted in Great Peace City, a former border city. They grew into trees that reached the sky, and formed a place where scholars and scholars did not lose to West Chu.
The young person who walked down from the carriage stood at the bottom of the steps. He looked dazedly at the vermillion lacquered door that almost no one entered.
Right now, this was just the place where the low-level officials of the Armory of the Ministry of War handled government affairs.
A sleepy-eyed minor official of the Armory stepped over the threshold. When he saw the black and gold embroidered robe that he had never heard of or seen before, he rubbed his eyes hard, his expression blank.
Great Peace City, the foot of the Son of Heaven. Who dared to overstep on the matter of official robes? Much less at the level of an embroidered robe!
The person who was just a minor official of the Armory froze. He did not dare to take a step forward, nor did he dare to turn around and pretend he did not see anything.
A rough voice sounded behind the minor official. "Huang Qianshan! Why aren't you going to the Ministry of War yamen to report to Manager Hong?! Did your boots get stuck in dog shit? "
The minor official swallowed, turned his head and said, "Official Yang, someone has come."
The tall man behind the minor official, who had also not left the ranks of the corrupt, walked around the person surnamed Huang. When he saw the young person, he gave him a few glances and then silently turned around. He then ran through the door with lightning speed and disappeared completely.
Done in one go.
This was probably the reason why Huang Qianshan had called him Official Yang.
Official Yang's run had completely blocked off Huang Qianshan's path of retreat. If he ran again, even Huang Qianshan felt that it was not right.
This minor official forced himself to run down the stone steps. He bent down and asked, "Do you …"
When he said this, he suddenly choked. Just now, in his panic, he did not dare to carefully identify the number of the black and gold embroidered robe, the number of toes, and the water feet. How could he know whether to call the young person in front of him "Duke," "Marquis," or "His Royal Highness?"
There were too many ways to be an official in Great Peace City. Just the residences of the officials were divided into the rich and powerful. When they went to each place, they had to burn different incense. Otherwise, if they went to the wrong temple and burned the wrong incense, breaking the rules and taboo, it would be a minor matter to sit on the bench in the yamen for a few years.
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly and said, "This King is just here to take a look. You do not have to report anything to the yamen."
This King.
Hearing this shocking "title," the minor official's legs went soft and he almost fell to the ground.
In the large Li Yang Dynasty, there were not many people who could call themselves This King. Now, a few of them had died. And the so-called "King on the Same Level" who were given the title of King after the Emperor ascended the throne, according to the laws of the Zhao Dynasty, were still not allowed to enter the capital.
Then, since this King in front of him was so young, his identity was clear.
The officials in the capital all knew what kind of person the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, was. Don't talk about him wearing an embroidered robe and strolling around. He would rather stay in his residence and not see anyone.
The minor official's teeth chattered and said, "Bei … Bei … King of Beiliang, is there anything you need me to do?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Didn't Official Yang just ask you to go to the Ministry of War?"
The minor official with sweat on his forehead said, "It's okay … it's okay. It's the first time King has come. Our Yamen is so honored …"
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Go."
Just when the minor official was about to bow and run away, he heard the notorious northwest King said softly, "Huang Qianshan, remember to say loudly before you leave, 'Yamen is an important place. Without the permission of the Ministry of War, no one is allowed to enter.'"
The obedient Huang Qianshan's mind went blank. It wasn't until Huang Qianshan had obediently shouted out and walked far away that the belated Armory Division petty official finally woke up with a start. He was so scared that he could only walk shakily with his hands on the wall.
He thought to himself, "Am I looking for death?"
But when he walked for a long distance, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He looked back and saw the young king who was still standing in the same place, the young man who he often scolded and ridiculed together with his colleagues a few years ago.
Huang Qianshan's eyes were complicated. He sighed and turned away.
The minor official, who was afraid that he would not be qualified to participate in the court meeting in his life, gradually lost his fear and suspicion.
But for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable.
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