At the entrance of the north city wall, in the Yayue Pavilion.
These days, Xu Wenlan, Zhao Xingwen and Huo Wenshu, who have been grounded, were personally picked up by Bingwen early in the morning.
I don’t know how he lobbied, but all three of them were released from their homes. There was another person sitting around, Shi Zhongfei.
"I can't see this scene. I'm afraid I'm scratching my head in Dali Temple in a hurry." Shi Zhongfei looked at the North City Gate and was scolded by Jie Jiming. Xiao Yanjun, with a stiff face, was glaring at Si Nan. I laughed out loud for the first time in days.
"Yes, where is the Changhui man? He has also gone to court, why don't you come to join in the fun?" Zhao Xingwen was reminded by Shi Zhongfei, and then he remembered.
"Our Lord Kong just posted the list this morning, and he has some errands to do later." Bingwen said with a mysterious face.
"What list?" Zhao Xingwen looked stunned.
They were picked up early in the morning and sat in the Yayue Pavilion, naturally knowing nothing.
"I think it must have something to do with Mu Bai?" Xu Wenlan is now very diligent in matters involving the DPRK.
During these days of confinement, Xu Wanjun would be pestered every day to discuss state affairs and practice political ethics.
The keen judgment at the moment was so precise that Bingwen showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, which was very surprising.
"Although we have been separated for three days, we should look at each other with admiration, but this change in Wen Lan..." Bingwen looked him up and down: "It's really too big, and it's hard for me to get used to it."
Everyone then looked at Xu Wenlan and were shocked to realize that he was extraordinarily calm today.
In the past, Xu Wenlan had a wide range of friends and was humorous. He was never left alone wherever he was.
In addition, he comes from a well-to-do family, and his piano skills are excellent and he is famous in the capital.
Apart from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is also a mobile guidebook for eating, drinking and having fun in Chang'an.
Everyone basically sat at the table, and the conversation started and ended with him.
It's really strange today. This is the first thing Xu Wenlan has said since he left home.
"Wen Lan, what's wrong with you? After staying at home for a few days, you have become so reserved and reserved." Zhao Xingwen also sighed with emotion.
"How can you still be as ignorant and playful as you were when you were young?" Xu Wenlan lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his eyes and looked at Bingwen: "Why don't you come and tell me, what list was made?"
Bingwen smiled with a mysterious face: "We will go to Dali Temple later, and you will know..."
Xu Wenlan knew that he wouldn't say anything anymore, so he didn't ask further questions and moved his eyes to the North City Gate again.
The heavy snowfall of the past few days finally cleared up at this time, and the sun broke through the dark clouds and shed a golden glow. The clouds instantly spread across the entire sky, filled with smoky pink, like a penglai in the fog.
In an instant, several rays of warm sunlight were refracted into the Yayue Pavilion, pouring down through the branches and leaves, and scattered gold and silver falling on the ground, which slightly dispelled the gloom that had been weighing on everyone's hearts for the past few days.
At this moment, Si Nan, who was glared at by Xiao Yanjun, didn't know what was going on with the common people today.
When I saw Xiao Yanjun in the past, I wanted to rush him all over and couldn't even push him away.
Right now, he is so cold.
He originally arranged for a number of sitters to be concentrated under the North City Gate, with some scattered in the streets. He originally planned to have people under the city gate take the lead to incite people's emotions and lead the direction of public opinion.
I never expected that overnight.
The people actually didn't buy it anymore.
"I'm going to investigate now." Si Nan bowed and hurriedly retreated to find out the reason.
Xiao Yanjun couldn't get angry in public at this time, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart as if nothing had happened, and squinted at Si Nan as he walked among the crowd asking questions.
After holding a cup of tea, Si Nan finally hurried back, and Xiao Yanjun saw a look of suspicion on his face.
For a moment, he couldn't even guess what he had found out.
Si Nan walked to Xiao Yanjun and whispered in his ear: "Many people received letters from home last night, and Master Kong published a list before he went to court. Now the people are talking about these two things. Things, just..."
Xiao Yanjun frowned and thought, a letter from home? Post a list? What's wrong with Zhang? Why didn't you listen to his performance in the morning
Suddenly, he realized that Kong Changhui had not gone to court at all. He had taken leave today.
Just as Xiao Yanjun was about to ask Si Nan to continue speaking, a burst of cheers rang out from the gate of Beicheng: "Welcome the fifth prince of the Mongolian tribe to Beijing."
Xiao Yanjun had no choice but to signal to Si Nan to talk later, then turned and walked towards the city gate.
Although Xie Jiming had previously promised to stay away from the fifth prince, he had no choice but to greet him because of his duty.
"Wei Chen, Minister of Rites, Xie Ji Ming, have come to welcome the fifth prince to the capital for the ceremony." Xie Ji Ming walked up to the center of the cavalry and saluted the most luxuriously dressed man who was protected by Mongolian soldiers.
Upon hearing the sound, Wu Getai jumped off his horse in a graceful and elegant manner. He was about twenty-two or three years old.
His eyebrows are sparse and his facial features are handsome.
The whole person is gentle and free, elegant and unruly, just like the colorful and transparent blue lake water under the sun, soft and clear, full of freedom like breeze and drizzle, and vitality like the growth of all things.
"It's time to help you, sir." Wu Getai's voice was deep and deep, and just hearing it made him feel a little more stable.
He gave Ji Ming a hand, his posture was not arrogant and unyielding, and he was very decent.
Xie Jiming originally only came to greet him due to his duties, but now he followed his arm and glanced up a few more times.
Wu Getai was wearing a brown riding and shooting outfit and a white fox fur cloak.
The cuffs are embroidered with silver eagle patterns, and the collar is decorated with two silver silk edges, and vines are embroidered on the silk edges, like two thin silver dragons wrapped around his slender neck. The tail sweep is where the neckline closes.
That handsome face showed a high level of easygoingness and a bit of gentleness.
There was a faint hint of appreciation in Jie Jiming's eyes, and he said sincerely to him: "The fifth prince is extraordinary in appearance."
The corner of Wu Getai's mouth curved into a slight arc, and his smile was slightly shy: "Master Jie is ridiculously complimentary."
Xiao Yanjun saw that the two of them were exchanging polite greetings and had a vague tendency to have a pleasant conversation. He couldn't help but step forward and said to Wugetai: "Fifth Prince, I am here to take you back to my home."
Wugetai turned to look at him, and was amazed by his lotus-rendered appearance. A knowing look appeared on his face, and then he said to him: "His Royal Highness, King Yu, troubled you to condescend to greet me. When I saw him today, he was just like what my sister wrote in my letter." As he said, he is unparalleled in beauty, noble and elegant.”
Xiao Yanjun glanced at Xie Jiming as if to demonstrate. Si Nan stepped forward and followed Xie Jiming deliberately, brushing his shoulder against Xie Jiming and causing him to stumble.
Wu Getai reached out to help him in time. Before he could speak, Xiao Yanjun had already bowed to him and said to him as if nothing had happened: "Fifth Prince, please..."
(End of chapter)