Before dawn, the bullock cart drove out of the mansion. Today is the day of the Chang Dynasty, and it is also the day when the prefect of Shangdang sees his majesty. According to the rules, officials should enter the court in the early morning and attend the court meeting. On the empty street at the moment, there are many more frames, and they go along the Tongtuo Avenue to the gate.
Beside the slowly advancing car, Cui Ji rode his horse with him. These days, he didn't take a break, and he visited some acquaintances very much. With the interpersonal relationship Cui Ji possesses, of course, it is not qualified to cling to the officials and courtiers, but which official does not have a staff member at home? These underprivileged disciples hidden behind the towering trees are his goals.
After some inquiries, Cui Ji came to the same conclusion as the previous inference. The DPRK wanted to appoint a new governor of Bingzhou, but the candidate could not be decided for a while, so the little emperor interjected. It is precisely because of this that Liang Feng was able to enter Beijing.
This is a rare opportunity! If he was promoted to the prefect, Fu Jun would immediately be able to take charge of a state. Even if they compete with the Huns, they will not be at a disadvantage. After the expansion of the territory, the new policies of the Shangdang can also be extended to other counties and counties, and the population, military strength and even wealth will further increase. More importantly, the prefect is no longer a mere guard. If he adds the rank of general, he is a real vassal official. When he encounters Wang Jun, he will not be powerless to fight back.
And if you want to be promoted to such a high position, the most important thing is to get the support of the imperial lieutenant. That's right, it was Sima Yue's support, not the Son of Heaven. In theory, all official positions should be sealed by the emperor, but today is not as good as in the past. The affairs of the DPRK and China are all in the hands of Sima Yue. If you pass him and take refuge in the emperor, not to mention the governor, I am afraid that you will not be able to keep the current position of prefect.
Therefore, after Cui Ji found out the news, he repeatedly told Liang Feng to show his proper attitude in the hall. It's about the bigger picture, and it's hard to think about it.
However, riding a horse at this moment, Cui Ji couldn't help but churning in his heart. Directly in front of the Bronze Camel Avenue, which can't be seen at a glance, is the towering and towering Luhe Gate. They are walking on the central axis of Luoyang City and are about to enter the palace at the core of the dynasty. Even he, who was not qualified to go to court, began to get excited. When he truly faced the Son of Heaven and received his favor and praise, how many people could remain rational
If something goes wrong accidentally, what should I do
The sultry morning wind blew on his body, causing a thin layer of sweat to appear on Cui Ji's back. Even this long road seemed difficult.
Since it was not a major dynasty such as the Zhengdan or the Winter Solstice, the Luhe Gate, the main gate of the palace, was not opened, and all courtiers had to bypass the main gate and enter through the Tuck Gate. In front of the palace gate, the bamboo curtain was lifted up, and Liang Feng stepped out of the ox cart with the help of his personal guards.
Wearing a red court dress, wearing a Jinxian crown with two beams on his head, a fake copper-printed ink ribbon, and holding an ivory fluorene board. Against the background of such a dress, just standing in the same place makes people feel demeanor.
Cui Ji's dangling heart loosened, and said in a low voice, "Fu Jun, please be cautious."
Nodding slightly, Liang Feng stepped into the palace gate. At this moment, the sky is already slightly bright, and I can vaguely see the pattern in the palace. There are not many people in this kind of regular dynasty, all of them have serious faces and a look of awe. In such an atmosphere, Liang Feng was inconvenient to watch and watch at will, and followed the crowd to the bottom of the stairs.
Due to the habit of kneeling and sitting in the world, shoes are not allowed in the upper court. The so-called "sword walking to the palace" is a special treatment only for a powerful minister like Cao Cao. Only wearing white socks, stepping on the cold stone slab, Liang Fenghou was outside the hall, waiting to be summoned.
This wait is half an hour. My legs felt numb when I stood up, and then came the inner servant's cry: "Xuan Shangdang Prefect Liang Feng is here!"
Without the slightest slight, Liang Feng entered the courtroom. "Walk slowly, walk fast." The so-called step is to take small steps quickly. This is a necessary etiquette when meeting elders, especially kings. However, it may not look good when walking, especially those who are fat, old and frail, will inevitably give birth to a feeling of artificiality.
But Liang Feng was not like that. Bo's coat and robe swayed with the rush, and the slender waist that he could only hold swayed like bamboo, like a lonely crane on the wind. He came under the imperial steps and leaned over to worship.
"Liang Feng, the prefect of the Shangdang Party, kowtows to see His Majesty!"
"Aiqing is flat."
Above the throne, came a childish voice. After Liang Feng respectfully thanked him, he just stood up. Only then did he see the scene in front of him clearly.
I saw a young man sitting on the throne. It is estimated that he is twelve or thirteen years old. He is wearing a tunic suit and a crown on his head. I don't know if it is a temporary shirt. When he wears it on him, he does not see the dignity. Instead, it looks like a doll wearing an adult's clothes. .
Unlike what Cui Ji was worried about, Liang Feng came from the future after all, and he had no fear of the "true dragon". In his eyes, a child was a child, and even if he wore a dragon robe, it was not worth fearing. And this humble gesture is more for others to see.
Just under the emperor's head, a man with a beard under his chin sat beside him. Wearing a three-beam official on his head and wearing a yellow robe, although his appearance is not as handsome as the King of Chengdu, he has a bit of tolerance.
With just one glance, Liang Feng lowered his eyes, looked at his nose and heart, and waited for the honor to ask questions.
He didn't look at him recklessly, but the people in the seat looked at him recklessly. Sima Yue tutted inwardly, never thinking that this Liang Zixi's demeanor was actually three points stronger than he thought. Even if the court is used to seeing the handsome and talented, and there are famous people like Wang Yan in the column, this little prefect still does not hide his demeanor, just like pearls falling among the rubble, which makes the others in the hall look inferior by three points. .
Just looking at this appearance, I am afraid it will make the emperor applaud, right
Sure enough, the little emperor seemed to have also looked at the people in front of him before he said, "I heard that Jinyang made the siege, is it due to the Qing?"
Liang Feng bowed slightly: "I don't dare to take credit. Jinyang's relief is mainly due to the defenders in the city, and the Shangdang troops are just helping from the side. Moreover, the Xiongnu are clinging to Qi County and have not completely retreated."
This answer is more humble than what was written in the good news. The little emperor nodded: "Bingzhou has suffered repeated defeats, and it is also a credit to have this record."
As soon as these words came out, Sima Yue's expression changed. The one who guarded Bingzhou before was his own younger brother, Sima Teng. Isn't this implying that Sima Teng is incompetent
However, Liang Feng saluted again: "If you lose, the enemy is strong, and if you win, it's because of the Great Desolation of Stone. Your Majesty is too famous."
This is to push the reason of victory on Li Shi's natural disaster and locust plague, and it is also considered to be the face of Sima Teng. Sima Yue's face became more attractive, and the little emperor pondered for a moment before saying, "If you are led by Qing, can you retreat to the Xiongnu?"
As soon as these words came out, Sima Yue couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, you should be careful about military and state affairs."
This is a bit rude, but the little emperor immediately closed his mouth and said: "What the captain said is very true."
Interrupting the emperor's words, Sima Yue turned his head to look at the sick and weak young man with a tooth plate at the bottom of the steps: "Prefect Liang, the imperial court should reward him for his meritorious deeds. It's just that there are too many affairs in the state, and it cannot be arbitrarily decided. I have heard about Shangdang. What weapon did you use to repel the Huns before?"
This question was a bit embarrassing. Logically speaking, the research and development of ordnance should be reported to the imperial court. A mere prefect who used powerful ordnance to win, but did not immediately declare it, it is really disrespectful.
Liang Feng paused for a moment, then said, "There is indeed a skillful craftsman in the county, and they have improved the thunderbolt gun in the army. No manpower is required, and the bullet can be thrown just by pulling the jig. But the cost is more than twice as expensive as before, and the weight of the thrown stone bullet is heavy. It is also limited. Before retreating from the enemy, it was all about taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness. The lower official has ordered someone to draw a blueprint and present it to the court."
He was talking about the court, not the emperor. These words made Sima Yue feel a little more at ease, and smiled slightly: "Prefect Liang has a heart."
After speaking, he turned his head and said to the little emperor: "Your Majesty, Liang Taishou has managed the county well, and has made extraordinary achievements. You can enter the county and increase the number of households."
Sima Yue's eyes were fixed on the Son of Heaven, waiting for his answer.
After a moment of silence, the little emperor nodded: "It was played by Zhun Qing."
This was not his original intention to recruit Liang Feng. However, Sima Tan is only twelve years old after all, and his xinxing and concentration are insufficient. I just spoke out of the blue and said too much, which aroused my uncle's vigilance. This sentence is not actually asking for a reward, but re-confirming whether he is obedient. It's just the intelligence of the little emperor, how can he risk his life to win a minister for himself
After asking and answering, the two decided on the method of reward. No one spoke about the appointment of the prefect.
Standing above the court, Liang Feng could only feel a sullen qi in his chest. He thought about many countermeasures, but he never thought that he would become a tool for the two Sima ethnic groups to wrestle so easily. It's just Jinjue, why come here? But what can he say? No, this is the Chaotang, a place to survive with another game rule. And now, he has no position to speak.
Bowing down again, kneeling under the cold imperial steps, Liang Feng thanked the emperor for his reward and returned to the train.
As if some kind of ceremony was completed, Sima Yue easily solved a few things, and the emperor announced his withdrawal from the dynasty.
Out of the hall door. The sky outside was already bright, and Liang Feng walked slowly in this magnificent palace, but his heart became cold a little bit. Is there any hope for the state? How will Sima Yue arrange it? The only opportunity turned into the biggest obstacle. Who can he blame? Blame the puppet on the throne
On the other side, Wang Yan gently moved to Sima Yue's side: "Is the captain still not using this son?"
Sima Yue sneered: "You can't just use it rashly."
The emperor's performance today is too much, how can he tolerate this little guy escaping from control. This is not normal. If the emperor and this high position are lost, wouldn't it give Sima Ying a chance to take advantage? Life and death are at stake, not even an inch!
However, the pressure of the bomb has been suppressed, and the others have to be considered again. After thinking for a while, Sima Yue whispered a few words to the servant of the Huangmen beside him, the other party nodded again and again, and quickly stepped back.
The stick has been knocked, let's see how he responds tomorrow.
Guarding outside the palace gate, Cui Ji could only see through his eyes. I don't know what's going on in the courtroom? Can Fu Jun be promoted to the prefect smoothly? However, when the sun rose and the officials dispersed, he finally saw the figure.
"Fujun!" Seeing Liang Feng's expression, Cui Ji couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Liang Feng said indifferently: "Your Majesty bestowed me with a rank and a city."
Oops! Cui Ji can't wait to grit his teeth, that's all? Why is this so!
However, this is not the time to talk, he is about to help Liang Feng to get into the car and leave the palace gate. A little Huangmen hurried over: "Prefect Liang stay!"
Liang Feng stood still. The little Huangmen quickly smiled and said, "Prefect Liang, the captain ordered to invite you to a banquet tomorrow."