Hsu Fengnian, who had a Beiliang Saber hanging from his waist, chuckled softly. "This is indeed my first time entering the capital. No one has reminded me of the rules. My father is still alive and this set of clothes was sent to my residence by the imperial court at the last minute. I shouldn't have broken any rules. As for the saber, if it really did break the imperial court, I'll just take it as a lesson. At worst, I won't enter the city gate or go to the palace hall and leave the capital with my tail between my legs. In any case, when I entered the capital, I didn't see any officials from the Ministry of Rites receiving me. "
Hearing that the python clothes were newly bestowed by the imperial court, the dark-skinned fatty felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He thought that this young man, who didn't know the fierceness of a tiger, would definitely be stopped outside the city gate. Mending the pen after the sheep were lost, he raised his thumb and praised, "Let's not talk about other things. This young man has enough courage and boldness."
Hsu Fengnian and the dark-skinned fatty walked together, slowly walking at the end of the central axis of the road. Although the dark-skinned fatty was poor as an official, he was still a noble who had entered the first-class Imperial College. He still had the qualifications to walk a few dozen steps forward. Don't underestimate the significance of these few dozen steps. How many officials in the capital were ranked at the bottom the first time they entered the imperial court? They stood at the furthest distance and still ended up so miserable on their last visit. Being even one step closer to the city gate was a great blessing. Otherwise, why did they say that outside the imperial court, the pot calling the kettle black? The more they walked forward, the more the dark-skinned fatty felt that the atmosphere was strange. This made the Imperial College's Chancellor of Heavenly Strategies, who was used to being ignored and looked down upon, feel uncomfortable all over. He walked straight forward. Following the young heir who had popped out of nowhere, it was as if they were splitting the river and cutting the waves. Some of the officials who had originally looked down on him with their noses in the air now had complicated expressions in their eyes. Their expressions were abnormally stiff. They tore apart the line on both sides and retreated a few more steps. The dark-skinned fatty had already seen the faces of most of his colleagues in the Imperial College. Just as he was about to sneak in and shut his mouth as usual, he saw that the Left Chancellor of the Imperial College, Huan Wen, was actually not with the Grand Secretary this time. Instead, he was looking at him with a smile. This made the dark-skinned fatty, who was most afraid of Chancellor Huan's unique smile, feel his hair stand on end.
The Little Chancellor, who had become a laughingstock because of his poor appearance, approached the Imperial College's team. The Left Chancellor, who was privately known as Lord Huan, patted the fatty's shoulder and laughed, "Wang Tong Lu, you're really something."
Many of his colleagues from the Imperial College beside him also had a playful look in their eyes, which made the dull Dark Fatty even more confused. The skinny Left Chancellor smiled and said, "Bronze Furnace, when did you get on board with Beiliang? You've been hiding your strength. Don't forget this old man when you're successful in the future."
Wang Tong Lu scratched his head in confusion and asked in confusion, "Old man, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Huan Wen cast a sidelong glance at the young man who should have died in the womb twenty-one years ago. He curled his lips and joked, "Look at that one. Have you been wondering all along the way why that brat dares to wear a white python robe and carry a sword to court?"
Wang Tong Lu nodded his head vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, "Yes, yes. I've been trying to persuade him for a long time, but that young master only smiled at me and didn't listen to me. It made me very anxious. "
Even though the Left Chancellor had experienced the ups and downs of the officialdom, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry having such a slow-witted subordinate. He slapped Wang Tong Lu's shoulder heavily and said, "You idiot, you must have gone silly from helping to compile the new calendar. Didn't you see that on the way here, everyone looked at you as if you were the God of Plague?"
Wang Tong Lu was so anxious that his face flushed red. One could see the redness on his black charcoal face, which was enough to see that he was burning with impatience, "Old man, don't keep me in suspense. If you don't tell me, I'll say my stomach hurts and I don't dare to go to court! "
The Left Chancellor laughed loudly, "That brat is the Beiliang heir who was said to have taken the heads of Xu Huainan and Diwu Raccoon. You, you, this fox assuming the tiger's might is a once in a century occurrence."
The dark fatty's legs went soft. Fortunately, Huan Wen was there to support him. The old man laughed angrily, "Quickly stand up straight. I'm already so old, I can't support your two hundred pounds of autumn fat."
Wang Tong Lu stretched his neck to look at that snow-white back and said as if he was mourning for a loved one, "Old man, my stomach really does hurt."
The Left Chancellor Huan Wen had always been known to be protective of his calf among the important officials of the capital. He scolded jokingly, "What a disgrace. To think that your body of talent and your body of flesh are of the same weight. In a moment, you'll follow behind me."
Wang Tong Lu's legs swayed and he said dejectedly, "Oh."
A fan-shaped scene appeared outside the main gate of the Imperial City.
It was led by Grand Secretary Zhang Julu and General Gu Jiantang.
There was also the King of Yan Chi, Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling, Zhao Sui, the King of Jiaodong, Zhao Ying, the King of Huainan, and Zhao Heng, the King of Jing An.
There was also Chen Zhibao, who had changed into a brand new bright red python robe.
The gap behind the young man wearing the white python robe disappeared and he was surrounded in the middle.
Isolated and without help.
It was the same situation as Beiliang and the three hundred thousand Steel Cavalry.
Hsu Fengnian was expressionless. He said in his heart, "Xu Xiao, this time I'll go for you!"
# # # Things at the End of the Month
At the beginning of the month, he wrote one, two, three, forty-five. At the end of the month, he also finished what he had started.
In June, at the beginning of the month, he said that he would guarantee five thousand words a day and that he would rest for four days a month. At the end of the month, he would update around one hundred and forty thousand words. Perhaps to many writers, this was a very insincere amount of updates. However, to me, this kind of promise still made me a bit nervous. At the beginning, he said that other than the guaranteed monthly votes, he could hold on to it. If he didn't give enough in the middle of the month, he wouldn't give it to me even if I begged him for votes. As a result, as of yesterday, on the 26th, he had already written close to one hundred and sixty-five thousand words. That's why he said, "Six, seven, eight, nine. If you have any free monthly votes, you can vote for him. As for the monthly votes, there's no need for that. This month, everyone worked very hard. Even if my updates exceeded expectations, in my own opinion, it was far from what you all paid for it. The matter of asking for votes is that everyone still has the remaining monthly votes.
In this month's monthly votes battle, old readers came back one after another. New readers continued to stay strong. The two sides were divided, but they complemented each other. It was very exciting. I know that at the beginning, Snow wasn't a very likeable work. Xuanhuan wasn't Xuanhuan, Wuxia wasn't Wuxia, it was all in one pot. However, I was very happy when I wrote Snow. I was happy that I didn't encounter any major bottlenecks. I was happy that I silently picked up my character. I was happy that many new readers joined in. I was happy that new readers occasionally didn't understand my updates. I was happy that you all argued or explained things for the sake of the story. For me, as long as my life was stable, I didn't mind earning less money and having more readers. Of course, if I could have both, that would be the best.
I was lucky to have debuted in the golden age of online literature. At that time, I never thought that I would be where I am today. I was lucky to have met you all.
In the eighth, Snow will start pre-selling on Dangdang tomorrow, which is Wednesday. Toad will probably be published in October. However, compared to Snow, Toad is still a long way off. Thus, Snow became my first published simplified Chinese book. I hope that everyone can support it within their abilities. I also sincerely hope that Snow will be a physical book that can maintain its value and increase in value. I always felt that the book in Snow would be better if it was read slowly on paper. I reckon that one of my hardcore readers at the publishing house, the beautiful girl who planned the publication of Snow, was completely speechless by my laziness. I thank her here. It was because of her "stubbornness" that everyone was able to see the physical book in Snow so quickly.
In the ninth, next month, which is September, we will still fight for first place in the monthly votes. However, as Xiao Ye, who I have known for many years, said, we are all persevering. That is enough.
I suddenly remembered a sentence from Li Yufu: I see Zhenwu, Zhenwu sees me.
I work hard to write the book, you quietly read the book.
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