Pieces of black fog appeared in front of Lu Yan's eyes...
Yuanqing seventeen years, November fourteenth.
At the dawn of the Buddha, the thick fog in the early morning slowly drifted towards the surroundings, and the gray sky and the gray city walls gradually merged into one.
Snowflakes fell slowly and fell to the ground into frost.
In the past, the bustling east and west markets had long lost their liveliness, with eight streets and nine streets, with sparse people, and Chang'an, which had been ravaged by disasters, was already riddled with holes.
The Son of Heaven seeks the Way, and after entering the monastery, he completely delegates power.
A plague, two months, the court completely changed blood,
Those old officials who survived by chance have all learned to restrain their sharpness and bow their heads. In vain, they think they are sophisticated and sophisticated, but in the end they are forced to do nothing by a harem woman.
If you want to face the Holy Spirit, the only chance is when the kingdoms come to court at the end of the year.
At least, Emperor Cheng Yuan was still the emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty. As the emperor, he had to personally meet and entertain the envoys and patrons who paid tribute.
But they also knew in their hearts that even if they saw the emperor, they would be powerless.
The Jin Dynasty followed the tribute system of the previous dynasties, and set up institutions dedicated to borrowing tribute envoys and Tibetan lords—Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites. They are responsible for the reception, banquet, welcome work, and the formulation of the commendation ceremony.
The personal safety of the envoys is still handed over to the Jingzhao Mansion.
The list of tributary envoys was delivered to Lu Yan in early November.
Lu Yan nodded and looked at the list, his brows furrowed, Yang Zong bowed aside and said, "Master, the canonization ceremony of Rong'an County Master will be tomorrow."
The county magistrate of Rong'an, the niece of Empress Xu, Xu Yiqing.
Lu Yan leaned back, rubbed his index finger between his eyebrows, and said solemnly, "How about the investigation of Ge Tianshi?"
"My subordinates checked his origins and found that this person is unpredictable and there is nothing wrong with him. If you want to come, he has some real skills. There is only one point. He was with Xu Hou more than a year ago. The servants have contacts."
A year ago, the Xu family's line was long enough.
Lu Yan knew that if Ge Yun had no real skills, he would not be reused in the future, and he would not be able to confuse the king of a country. He tapped the table with his index finger, "What about the plague in Luoyang?"
Yang Zong clenched his fist and said, "Master, do you really want to continue the investigation?"
"Say."
Yang Zong handed over a list and said in a low voice, "It's almost the same as what the master said, the spread of the plague to Chang'an was indeed caused by man, and it has nothing to do with the Sun family."
The corner of Lu Yan's mouth curled into a smile, and it was inseparable from the Sun family, that was what the Xu family did on purpose.
"Who else has seen this list?"
"There is only one of us, but others have already..." Yang Zong didn't say the rest, and Lu Yan knew it too.
"Let's settle his family well."
Lu Yan looked out the window.
I don't know since when, Chang'an's daytime has become so worrying.
"Master, the eldest princess also asked me to give you a word."
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and motioned to him.
"The eldest princess said that after all, you have set a wedding date with Rong'an County Lord. There are some things that you should pay attention to."
Lu Yan put the list of tributary envoys into his arms, and said lightly, "I have a measure."
The north wind is bitter.
Lu Yan was wearing a black cloak, carrying a lamp and walking on the snow.
He pushed open the door of Chengyuan, looked at the orange halo not far away, and felt inexplicably tight in his heart.
The marriage between him and Xu Qiniang was all over Beijing, and no one knew about it, even he didn't know it, how long could he hide it from her.
Seeing him coming, Shen Zhen stepped forward and undressed him very skillfully. Her nose was always sensitive, and she knew that he was drinking as soon as she approached him.
She walked to the side silently, poured a glass of warm water, and put it in Lu Yan's hand, "Sir, drink some water to save your stomach from discomfort."
Lu Yan took a few sips, then put down the water glass, looked at the white face in front of him, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her.
Seeing that he had such a meaning, Shen Zhen hugged his waist and raised her head to respond.
The candles flickered, and the breathing became more and more rapid.
The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.
When his love was deep, he grabbed her little hand and asked her to call her name, the delicate voice was broken, and a word of Shi Yan caused the veins to burst out on his forehead and collapsed in a muffled voice.
Breathing gradually, Lu Yan leaned on the edge of the bed and reached out to caress her face. The small face as big as a palm made him dare not use any effort.
It has been a year since she lived in Chengyuan.
Outside, the four seasons of spring, summer and autumn rotate, as if they have nothing to do with her.
"You live here by yourself, but will you feel boring?" Lu Yan raised her eyebrows.
"Yes." Shen Zhen raised her eyes to look at him, "but I know that the adults are protecting me." She knew that as long as she got out of here, she couldn't protect herself.
Lu Yan curled the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.
She has always been so sensible.
At this moment, what he thought was very simple. As long as the saint took his life back, at the beginning of next year, he would ask her to go out and take her out of Beijing.
Either Yangzhou or Suzhou.
He stretched his palms into the quilt, patted her legs, and said in a low voice, "I can still get up."
Shen Zhen's face was slightly red, and she made an inaudible "um".
"My head hurts a little, go and get the list on the case table."
Shen Zhen put on a piece of clothes and held an oil lamp. When he walked to the table, he saw the list he said.
"Is this what the lord said?"
Lu Yan nodded, "Open it and take a look. This is the list of envoys from various countries visiting at the end of the year."
Shen Zhen opened it and read from right to left.
Zhaowu's nine surnames: Kangguo, Anguo, Caoguo, Miguo, Shiguo, Heguo, Huoxunguo, Shiguo, Wudiguo.
The country of Tochara in the Henan of Amu, that is, Bunda and Fanyan.
To the east are Japan, Korea, Silla, and Baekje.
The Nibal Kingdom in the west, Khitan, Xi, and Shiwei in the northeast.
Shatuo and Xue Yantuo in the north...
Uighur!
Shen Zhen's eyes flashed, however, the second prince of Uighur did not come with his family.
After a while, Shen Zhen lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Thank you sir."
Lu Yan squeezed her palm, "Knowing that you can't worry about Princess Yonghe, I sent someone to Huihu to bring you some news."
Shen Zhen looked at him.
Some intertwined with him in a pleasing manner.
A smile appeared on the man's face, and he said bluntly, "The second Uyghur prince treats Princess Yonghe very well. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is the only favorite. I didn't bring her this time, presumably because of the Shen family."
As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhen suddenly realized.
yes.
Princess Yonghe married a Uighur and a relative for the sake of friendship between the two countries. If she came back and found that the Shen family was destroyed, her father was in prison, and her brothers and sisters were nowhere to be found, what a heartbreak it would be...
Shen Zhen's eyes were slightly red, he took a deep breath, and muttered: "As long as the second sister is doing well, then it will be done."
Lu Yan raised his hand and rubbed her hair to comfort her.
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As the New Year is approaching, embassies from various countries have arrived in Beijing one after another, and Emperor Chengyuan has actually appeared.
In the seventeenth year of Yuanqing, the Jin Dynasty continued to suffer disasters, but the number of people who came to pay tribute was the largest over the years. I also know that the purpose of many dependent countries is not single.
In order to save the face of the royal family, Honglu Temple replaced all the silver chopsticks used in state banquets with gold chopsticks.
On New Year's Day, all countries met in the Hanyuan Hall of Daming Palace.
As the third-rank minister in the DPRK, Lu Yan needed to accompany the emperor.
When the banquet started, before anyone even entered the palace, the sound of silk and bamboo filled the entire inner courtyard of the palace.
The majestic and majestic palace gate is like a nine-layered heaven gate, which is open, and the envoys of various countries are wearing gorgeous costumes and holding a dazzling array of tributes standing outside the main hall.
Emperor Cheng Yuan sat in Chao Chao, the whole human figure was withered, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright.
"Bloody people enter the hall!" Cheng Yuandi said.
As soon as the words fell, the envoys bowed their waists one after another with the courtesy of the Central Plains, and shouted in unison, "Longevity is boundless."
Afterwards, all parties presented gifts one by one, lions, antelopes, amber fragrant medicines, good horses, leopards, precious jade, and wine pond bottles, which were convenient to carry, and those that were inconvenient were written on the gift list.
When all nations come to court and respect him as the Son of Heaven, who would be unmoved in the face of such a scene
Emperor Chengyuan was moved, and so was the prince.
The prince glanced at the throne that was so close at hand, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle.
What used to be out of his reach is now within reach.
The lanterns in the center of the hall are dazzling, as bright as day, with delicious delicacies and beauties like clouds.
The vocal music was played, and the sixty-six actors stomped around the column. Halfway through the dance, another liang chanted a congratulatory speech, and took turns changing.
Lu Yan was vaguely uneasy, and whispered to Yang Zong: "Why is the face of the sage's personal guard so vivid?"
Yang Zong said: "The sage's own personal guards have all stayed in the Taoist temple in order to protect the dragon energy."
Princess Jing'an continued: "After the state banquet, there will be a family banquet. If you want, leave it to the family banquet."
"My son knows."
Princess Jing'an put the cup to her mouth and said softly, "Before the envoy entered the palace, did the people in Honglu Temple searched their bodies?"
Lu Yan shook his head, "I said it was searched, but the head of Honglu Temple is Xu Kanglin."
Xu Kanglin, the younger brother of Xu Xiang.
At this moment, Xu Hou turned his head and said, "Is the eldest princess' head disease getting better? I have been ill for several months, and this palace is very worried."
Emperor Cheng Yuan looked at his own sister's sister, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Jing An, I am in the Guan, the most... the most worrying thing is you, if you are not feeling well, just, just... Tell me, I will find an imperial physician to treat you."
Princess Jing'an saw that her brother could not even speak coherently now, and her heart could not help trembling, "It's an old problem, Your Majesty Lao and Niangniang are bothered."
Emperor Cheng Yuan frowned and said hoarsely: "The old problem is..."
Before the words of Emperor Chengyuan could be finished, the criss-crossing curtains in the hall suddenly caught fire. Following the wind, the fire spread instantly...
Xu Hou clutched his chest and exclaimed, "What are you still doing!"
Someone shouted: "The main hall is running out of water! Hurry up and bring water!"
"The sand again."
Emperor Cheng Yuan trembled slightly, and one of the sixty-six actors suddenly jumped to the table, using his arm as a bow, took out a few short arrows from his chest.
"Du Duo" shot in the direction of Emperor Cheng Yuan.
Xu Hou fell to the ground in fright, Lu Yan pushed the eldest princess away, quickly caught one, and shouted, "Escort!"
The pleasant response is that the arrow is not as fast.
Lu Yandang stood in front of Emperor Cheng Yuan.
Several arrows passed through his ears, and several arrows pierced his chest...
After a while, a stream of blood rushed to his throat, turning into a fiery sweetness. His body gradually tilted, and there was a little more blood on the splendid hall.
Princess Jing'an's pupils shrank slightly, and a heavy stone seemed to fall from her chest. When the tinnitus sounded, she roared, "Yan'er!"
An indulgent night feast, suddenly chickens and dogs jumped, like a very absurd farce.
Before Lu Yan closed his eyes, he glanced at the gradually blurred carved beams and painted buildings.
He pursed his lips slightly.
For the people of Dajin.
For the servant's duty.
For the rescue.