The carriage quickly entered the Shenyang Imperial Palace, and it did not stop, and kept walking inside.
The carriage didn't stop until there was an "arrived".
Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng got out of the carriage one after another and looked up at the building in front of them.
There was a strange font on the plaque. Although Zhou Zheng could not fully recognize it, he knew about this place-the Great Palace.
This is a place similar to the Qianqing Palace in the Ming Dynasty. It was used to handle the government affairs and sacrifices of the prisoners. The four former Baylors took turns to manage politics here, and were the highest authority of the prisoners.
The leader Jianlu was expressionless, looking at Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zhengdao: "In the side hall, let's go."
With that, he walked forward. He was wearing a white armor, and there was a heavy rubbing sound in every move.
Huang Weihuai looked at this small hall with a solemn cold color on his thin face, glanced at Zhou Zheng, and walked away.
Zhou Zheng's heart sinking deep, he sighed inwardly and walked inside.
The Jianlu who hated Zhou Zheng looked at Zhou Zheng's back and sneered, and said, "You can't get out today!"
Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai entered the side hall, and immediately saw that several people were already present, and there were still vacancies above the main seat.
No one leads, and no one introduces it.
There were four people in the hall, turning their heads to look at Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai, with different expressions.
The corners of Huang Weihuai's face were tense, and he walked in calmly. Just about to raise his hand not too far or near, suddenly a middle-aged man strode out at the side door and said with a smile: "Has the Ming envoy arrived? Come on here, Ben Khan I'm late, don't blame it."
Zhou Zheng looked up and saw that this was a middle-aged man with a square face and a somewhat elegant face. At a glance, he was harmless to humans and animals. His eyebrows were slightly raised, just like sword eyebrows.
-Huang Taiji.
Zhou Zheng's eyes were tight, he would not be fooled by Huang Taiji's face. He was an ambitious and dangerous man with a strategy in his chest.
Huang Weihuai naturally knew Huang Taiji, raised his hand motionlessly, and walked forward.
Zhou Zheng was about to follow, and as soon as he raised his foot, a person in front of him suddenly stood up and scolded, "Why don't you kneel when seeing our country sweating!? Are you not the most respectful? Don't you know this little etiquette? "
Huang Weihuai's face changed slightly, he glanced at the speaker, and said, "I don't have to kneel when I see me as the emperor."
"That's your country, our country has to kneel down when meeting Shangguan, let alone our country's sweat! Don't kneel down and beg your guilt!" The Jianlu who spoke with an aggressive tone, condescendingly reprimanded.
Huang Weihuai twisted his eyebrows, he naturally wouldn't kneel down, and he knew that this was a disagreement. He ignored the person who was talking, but raised his head to look at Huang Taiji who was already sitting down.
Huang Taiji was holding the tea cup and blowing the tea with his head down, as if he hadn't heard the sound below.
Huang Weihuai had to look at the Jianlu man who was speaking again, paused for a moment, and said: "The official is an envoy of the heaven, acting on behalf of the emperor. Have you ever seen the emperor kneeling before others?"
The Jianlu man who was speaking was startled, then sneered, turned to Zhou Zheng, and said, "You are Zhou Zheng? I remember you said that if you want you to kneel, you have to break your knees, right?"
Zhou Zheng had already secretly remembered the faces of all the people in the temple, speculating on their identities, and judging the purpose of this banquet. Hearing the words of this prisoner, he said indifferently: "I am a state of etiquette. The big and small, they all speak the word "ritual". For example, everyone has their own characters, but the name is not obvious. When you call a person's name, it is tantamount to paying a memorial service. I don't know what your name is?"
This Jianhu man speaks fluent Chinese and apparently has read books. Hearing Zhou Zheng's fight, his expression was gloomy. Just about to say it, Huang Taiji put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Okay, the envoy will come from afar, so don't argue. These, your ambassador, please sit down, come, and serve food."
Huang Weihuai let go of his brows, raised his hand again, walked forward, and sat down first in Huang Taiji's right hand.
Zhou is sitting down second, sitting still.
The maid soon brought the wine and food, poured the wine, and stood by her side.
Huang Taiji picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Your envoy came from afar and drank a full glass."
Huang Weihuai's expression relaxed a lot, showing a slight smile, holding a wine glass to greet him.
Zhou Zheng picked up the wine glass and examined Huang Taiji's face.
This person feels like a spring breeze in every move, like a kind elder, but Zhou Zheng will not be deceived by him, from the beginning to the end he is vigilant and dare not relax.
After drinking a cup, Huang Taiji looked to his left, and Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng, and said, "I would like to introduce you to Fan Wenchen. This is Fan Wenchen, the right arm of Ben Khan, from your Ming Dynasty."
Fan Wenchen is a somewhat blessed middle-aged man with a kind face. Looking at Zhou Zheng, Huang Weihuai smiled and nodded.
"This is Jierhalang, you have seen it before." Huang Taiji said while looking at the second person.
Ji'erhalang was expressionless and his expression was cold.
"This is Tuzzali."
The person who just gave Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng dismissed his horse, staring at the two of them, and snorted with bad eyesight.
Then Huang Taiji looked at the fourth and said, "This is Ben Khan's eldest brother, Daishan."
Dai Shan is a lanky middle-aged man who has been slumbering with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes when he heard the words, looked at Zhou Zheng and Huang Weihuai, and then closed his eyes.
Zhou Zheng looked at him one by one and saw that Dai Shan couldn't help but look slightly different. Dai Shan is the first of the four Baylors and has a lot of power in the construction. Why is he sitting in the last one
Does it mean that Huang Taiji has already suppressed the four major Baylors, and even Daishan has to bow his head and bow his head to claim his court
After Huang Taiji's introduction, just about to introduce Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng, Fan Wenchen suddenly smiled and said, "Second, does your emperor like to pick up the minister's clothes and spank in public?"
Huang Weihuai's eyes changed, staring at Fan Wenchen without speaking.
Fan Wenchen was talking about the "court rod", which was also controversial in Ming Dynasty, but this was the emperor's only way to vent his anger to the officials.
Huang Taiji sat high, smiling silently.
Tuzhali held the wine glass with a frivolous expression and a sneer on his face.
Huang Weihuai looked at the expressions of a group of people, and said lightly: "The emperor is the father of the emperor, and the emperor is the father of the courtiers. Why bother to say?"
Fan Wenchen smiled unabatedly, and said: "Isn't Mr. Huang just saying that Daming is a country of etiquette. What is the gift of stripping clothes and spanking? Where does it come from? Could it be that you all like to be stripped of clothes in public and spanking is not possible?"
"Hahaha, good point!" Tuzhali suddenly said loudly, drunk a glass of wine, not arrogant.
Ji'erhalang looked indifferent and kept looking at Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng.
The fake Daishan opened his eyes at this time, frowned slightly, and looked at Huang Weihuai with disgust.
Huang Weihuai's face twitched, and his heart surged with anger.
Fan Wenchen is obviously a Han, but now he is helping Jianlu to make him ugly!
Huang Weihuai looked ugly and didn't know how to speak for a while.
Huang Taiji looked at Huang Weihuai's face with a smile in his eyes. He held up his wine glass and wanted to make a round of it. He laughed to speak, but Zhou Zheng suddenly snatched a word, looked at Fan Wenchen, and said indifferently: "Master Fan knows what the dough is? "
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