The injury to the board that Pang Xiao suffered from has not yet healed. When Xiong Jinshui was there, he naturally had to stand up because of his face. He sighed in relief with his arms around the big throw pillow.
"How can we not go back. If we refuse to obey the order for a while now, we will be more sure of what the sage thinks of this king, and will become more convinced that the treasure is hidden by this king. The sage is sensitive and suspicious, and this king knows his temperament too well. ." Pang Xiao's voice was lazy, "So the more this is the case, the more you have to do the opposite. The sage suspects that this king has his own reasons for doubting, but this king also has his own methods."
Even if he did, he could find a way out.
Now that the "wives and children are separated", he misses Sister Yi every day, misses his two children and his family, doesn't he still know who is the culprit behind such a situation
Tang Xiu frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly became enlightened, nodded and said, "Your Highness is right. If that's the case, this subordinate will go to prepare the luggage, put on the carriage, and be ready to follow the holy driver back to Beijing at any time."
Pang Xiao nodded, "Let the guards prepare again, and after the departure, send half of the guards to guard in front of the holy car."
Tang Xiu was stunned, "Your Highness, are you afraid that someone will assassinate the king?"
"That's not the case. But you have to be prepared on the way back to Beijing."
Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty has been turbulent, Li Qitian still has to live to calm down the scene, at least to make the world stable and the people to pass this stage in peace for the time being.
Thinking of the reports from the south, most of the granaries are in an emergency, and there are already people eating grass, roots and bark to feed their hunger, and then watching the luxurious life of the nobles in Beijing, and the saint's every move that focuses on treasures, Pang Xiao originally was still The happy mood became heavier.
Although he has an estate, he still has an army to support, and Qiu Feishan's independence can be considered a balance of payments.
And most of the money in Yijie's hand went to disaster relief.
Besides, feeding the people of the world should not be someone's business. This was originally what Li Qitian should consider.
Now that the treasure has just arrived, if you want to use it, you must avoid the limelight. He wants to use the treasure to save more people. This is a good intention, but he will not put himself in danger because of it. Tired
There are so many people under his command who are willing to follow him. There must be their own reasons, but no one will accept losing their lives for no reason.
Pang Xiao closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he was calculating in his heart how he should go in the future.
And Xiong Jinshui had already come to the Lu Mansion, and he had also declared the decree of the saint, and Lu Heng agreed very happily.
After all, it is a holy drive, and there is a lot of preparation.
As soon as Li Qitian's mind became hot, he brought his troops and horses out to look for treasure. Even if someone deliberately murdered, he would not know his whereabouts immediately, and it was still safe on the road.
But he has been staying in Huichuan County for many days, and it will not be easy to set off back to Beijing if he wants to go unnoticed.
So this greatly increases the danger of Li Qitian returning to Beijing.
The guards protecting the holy drive were inevitably nervous at this time.
Especially Ma Cheng, when he learned that the holy car was about to return to Beijing, he immediately made arrangements. He didn't have a chance to sleep for two consecutive days, and his hair fell out of worry.
He escorted the holy car to come out safely, and he had to take everyone back with all his tails. If something happened under his nose, I'm afraid that the loss of life for the entire family would not be enough to justify the crime.
After intensive preparations, the next morning, soldiers, horses and guards of honor were lined up neatly on the street in front of Yamen.
The cavalry of the fifth army battalion sat on horseback and escorted left and right on both sides of the guard of honor and the carriage, blocking the pace of onlookers who wanted to approach.
And the common people are also waiting around curiously this day, stretching their necks to see what the saint looks like today, is it as the storyteller said, with a square face and broad ears, eyes like copper bells, and a height of nine feet , At first glance, it does not look like a mortal.
Not long after, the gate of the government office opened, and the chatter of the people suddenly stopped. Several guards came out with a pair of door panels, and a tall man with long legs was lying on his head, looking very weak.
The news that Prince Zhongshun was beaten is known to the people, and everyone is grateful that Pang Xiao once thought of a way to prepare rice grains for the people and taught some people about terrace farming. It's just that the person who decreed that the person who hit the king's board is the current sage, and everyone dares to talk behind their backs. At this time, everyone has pity and emotion in their hearts, but no one dares to speak in person.
Immediately came out, a handsome young man in a brocade robe, accompanied by a beautiful young woman.
Someone didn't recognize him and asked the people around him in a low voice, "Who is that, he looks so handsome, is he a brother and nephew of the saint?"
The person being questioned tutted in disgust: "That's Lu Zhixian, when the court is Zhongyi Bo, what do you think, return your son and nephew."
It is said that the saint has only one prince now, but there are brothers and nephews, but no one has been used by the saint. Today, Zi is very apprehensive about whether he will seize power with the clan in charge of affairs in the DPRK and China.
The people who heard it chatted in a low voice.
"I didn't expect Uncle Zhongyi to be so handsome."
"That's not true. Uncle Zhongyi is the head of the Lu family. What kind of family is that in the Lu family? Of course, people marry the most beautiful and talented people, and the children they give birth will naturally not be bad."
The voices of the people rose and fell one after another, but after a while, a yellow figure was seen slowly pacing out of the yamen.
Seeing the guard behind him, the guard of honor composed of the Huang Luo umbrella and the servants held high, the people's discussion stopped abruptly. Everyone was curious to see what the holy car looked like, but at this moment, they didn't even have the courage to look directly at Tianyan, and they all knelt down, long live the mountain.
For a while, the sound of long live the mountain in front of the door could not be heard.
Li Qitian saw that the entourage and the people in front of the door all knelt down and saluted. Even Pang Xiao, who was lying on the door panel, was the same, and he was very happy.
Here is the sense of accomplishment that can only be enjoyed after unifying the country. Such a sense of accomplishment cannot be brought about by anything else.
Li Qitian got into the carriage, then raised his hand and thought about waving it outside, signaling the people to get up.
How can the people understand, and continue to kneel in place.
Li Qitian didn't care either, and when Xiong Jinshui jogged over to inform that Uncle Zhongyi and Prince Zhongshun had boarded the carriage, Li Qitian replied, "Let's go." Then he leaned back leisurely on the soft pillows laid on the carriage.
Xiong Jinshui sang loudly: "The Holy One has a purpose, let's go!"
"Let's go!" The accompanying cavalry of the Fifth Army Battalion immediately responded loudly.
The uniform roar resounded through the sky, and the momentum was overwhelming. Ordinary people who had never seen the fighting on the battlefield felt the momentum of the cavalry of the fifth army battalion, and the people immediately shouted: "Long live the saint!"
As the long procession began to move towards the east gate of Huichuan County, the people stood up and gradually gathered around. Someone smacking their lips, "I don't even see what the saint looks like." These words expressed the hearts of everyone, and everyone didn't have a chance to see clearly, so they dispersed.