When Xu Fengnian got into the car, Xu Yanbing asked, "Why don't you go in and have a look?"
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "When Xu Xiao was young, he would not go in the place where he pretended to be his grandson."
Xu Yanbing smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "The general should think so too."
The carriage drove towards Zhaojiaweng, which was not far away. It was time to retreat from the imperial court, and many carriages approached. After all, apart from the powerful six ministries, the capital city also has a large and a large number of yamen located elsewhere.
Carriages and officials on horseback passed by this unremarkable carriage.
Xu Yanbing parked outside the yamen of the Ministry of Rites. The carriages or mounts of the officials of the Ministry of Rites had already filled up the seats, making the wide roads that originally entered and exited the yamen still congested. Importantly, the welcome and sending are extremely heavy, and many officials from other ministries who were not willing to set foot in the Ministry of Rites before, now come to the Ministry of Rites every now and then to find a doctor, a member of the Ministry of Rites, and a foreigner to talk about the past. Don't expect Jin Lanting to be extravagant, unless he is a person of the first level of the servant of another department, otherwise he will never see each other at all. Having said that, when I am in the position of servant, I don't feel too shameful, and of course there is no need to use such crude methods to win over relationships.
So when Xu Yanbing just stopped at a random place, soon a small official from the Ministry of Rites came over, but he didn't immediately urge him to speak ill at each other. Tai'an City is deep and flooded with dragons, and there have been countless bloody lessons learned from the past. If you can bear it, you can bear it, and there is definitely nothing wrong. It's better to be a turtle with a shrunken head than to be a bastard with a head stretched out, right
The little official was very grateful for his prudence. When he saw the clothes of the young man who raised the curtain, he immediately realized that he was indeed a member of the Ministry of Rites. Soon he made a deep bow and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, see the King of Beiliang!"
Xu Fengnian got off the carriage, nodded, and went straight to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
The official of the Ministry of Rites behind him waited until Xu Fengnian had walked through the gate, but he still didn't dare to get up.
A humble posture of wishing to bend down and bow until the end of time.
Leading the way for the young vassal king was an extremely unlucky official priest from the Ministry of Rites, who happened to meet the King of Beiliang on a narrow road, and had nowhere to escape. After pulling away a large distance, I didn't have the slightest awareness of sacrificing my life for righteousness.
The threshold of the Ministry of Rites is not easy to enter now? If there are no acquaintances with sufficient rank to lead the way, will other officials of the Ministry of Rituals who have held back their grievances for many years make things difficult
Facts are, of course, facts.
But this one in front of you will care about your nonsense rules? When he was still His Highness the Prince of Beiliang, he could already go to the palace with a sword!
So when the priest of the temple, Qing Li Silang, heard that the king of Beiliang wanted to see the old Shangshu, he didn't dare to give a fart. He bowed his head and bowed to help lead the way. My lord, wait a moment.
When Xu Fengnian walked into Sima Puhua's room, he did not refuse the ceremony doctor's offer of tea and water.
Seeing the young vassal king standing in front of Lord Shangshu’s favorite painting "The Sound of Frogs Out of the Mountain Spring" and carefully handing over a cup of hot tea, Lord Lang Zhong remembered something. In the past, people were scolded as reckless, wanton inscriptions and inscriptions on the priceless authentic calligraphy and paintings, and even simply stamped the word "fake". Afterwards, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, wishing to catch that young man from the Indus Courtyard and beat him up. Unexpectedly, after only a few years of hard work, they immediately changed their faces, and each of them laughed from ear to ear. The reason is simple, no matter how much the virtuous Shilin leaders resist, as long as you are willing to sell these calligraphy and paintings by the hands of the young feudal lords, the next bid will be doubled at the worst. city!
Thinking of this, Mr. Langzhong felt a little guilty. When Jin Lanting, who hated Beiliang the most, entered the Ministry of Rites and took the second place, he reluctantly sold several calligraphy and paintings publicly to show his loyalty, but he still secretly kept a piece of " Qingliangtie", thinking that one day I will show it off to others when I get old and leave the officialdom and return to my hometown. Or if Bao Buqi came to a critical moment in his official career, he transferred that small post with only a few words to his early imperial examination room teacher at a "low price" and gave it away for nothing? Dream it! Qingliangtie, Qingliangshan, just relying on the two words "Qingliang" with extremely special meanings, Mr. Langzhong conservatively estimated that he was worth five hundred taels! gold!
After Xu Fengnian finished his tea, he walked to the desk and opened an exquisite sandalwood box. There were six ingots of ink neatly arranged inside. Court tribute ink of Chu Zhi, a master ink maker in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. Rare objects like this have been tossed and turned for decades, and now they have become things on the desks of Liyang officials. However, compared to the wandering survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, who also left their hometowns, these dead things seem to be much luckier. They can survive to be loved by another knowledgeable scholar. Many survivors who have lost their country can only wonder where they died. It's a foreign land.
Lord Shangshu Sima Puhua still did not return to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, and the face of Lord Langzhong, who was suffering from torment, turned paler and paler.
There was a coughing sound outside the door, and the ancestral priest Qinglisi Langzhong walked out of the room calmly, and saw that he was a well-connected fine meal Qinglisi Yuanwailang, a good old man, and he had been a Yuanwailang for more than ten years without being promoted , the latter said quietly with a sad face: "Lord Liu, Lord Shangshu turned around and left when he arrived at the gate of the yamen. He said that he was going to the province to handle some affairs. He also said that the prince must not know, let us only say that today's political discussion takes a lot of time. Sir, we may not be able to leave the palace before noon, and let us entertain the prince well, and if anyone makes a mistake, the lord will ask the crime."
Hearing the bad news, the doctor almost jumped to his feet and scolded his mother. He resisted the urge to run away on the spot, and took several deep breaths outside the house, as if his heart and liver were hurting.
At this time, a flash of inspiration came to him, and the doctor whispered in Yuanwailang's ear. The latter looked embarrassed, and the doctor patted the latter's shoulder heavily, and said in a firm tone: "Hurry up!"
After explaining the matter, Master Langzhong returned to the house as if walking on thin ice, and told the young feudal king as calmly as possible. When he spoke, his face was full of sincerity and guilt. A few years ago, he secretly recruited a maid in the house to be raped by the shrew. When I was on the bed, I never saw Mr. Langzhong so humble.
Xu Fengnian glanced at him, hummed expressionlessly, and said, "Master Shangshu is not here, Jiang Shilang and Jin Lanting should be there, right?"
The doctor didn't care about the meaning of the two different titles, and the little chicken pecked at the rice and said: "Master Jiang is here, yes, Mr. Jiang was on leave, and he went back to the yamen to handle government affairs temporarily. After Mr. Jin retired, Then go straight back to the Ministry of Rites, and I'm here!"
Compared with Shang Shuwu, which stands out from the crowd, although the rooms of the two ministers of rites are separate, but the room is connected to several other Langzhong Yuanwailang, so it doesn't seem so unique.
The Ministry of Rituals is originally a place to teach people the rules, and their own rules and red tape have reached the point of being picky.
Xu Fengnian and Langzhong went to the room of Jiang Yongle, the servant on the right, but the Langzhong found that Jiang Yongle had just run all the way back from the outside, panting, and didn't care about maintaining his demeanor in front of the subordinates.
When the Lang Zhong saw this Lord You Servant, there was only one thought in his mind, Master Jiang, take care of yourself, it's not that the lower official wants to drag you into the water, but that the Lord Shang Shu has already ruthlessly tricked the lower official, if I don't If someone tricks and frightens you back, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. Well, in fact, the little bastard in Xiaguan's family has a quack slang as a catchphrase, and now that I think about it, it really makes sense. To be in the world is to mix up a dead fellow and not a poor way. To be honest, if you, Mr. Jiang, accidentally died suddenly, the lower officials will try their best to pick up the burden of the Ministry of Etiquette on your shoulders.
After inviting the King of Beiliang into the room, Jiang Yongle closed the door and didn't speak, just knelt on the ground with a plop and couldn't get up.
Even Xu Fengnian was a bit dumbfounded. In fact, it was completely contrary to what the outside world imagined. From Xu Xiao to Li Yishan and then to Xu Fengnian in Beiliang, he had already known about the posthumous title. Being able to enter the Youzhou Realm is Xu Fengnian's responsibility as a son of man, and it is also a gesture that Beiliang must show. It doesn't mean that Xu Fengnian really has any deep hatred for Jiang Yongle, a small figure in the Ministry of Rites. What's more, among all the civil and military officials in the temple at that time, only Guozijian Zuo Jijiu Yao Baifeng said a fair word for Xu Xiao. Shi Yan Jiexi, Jin Lanting, Lu Shengxiang and others were much more ruthless than Jiang Yongle in their suggestions for posthumous title evaluation. In fact, Xu Xiao and Li Yishan laughed and discussed his "behind affairs" at that time, saying that a bad posthumous title would never escape. Coincidentally, when Xu Xiao who seldom flips through books, when he is bored, he will often go to Wutong Courtyard to take out the classics of the Ministry of Rites, and make a conclusion for himself. In the end, the two words Xu Xiao chose for himself are precisely Wu Li!
I, Xu Xiao, am a martial artist, what kind of military official's posthumous title "Wen" do I want! The word "Li" is better, it has contributed to the country, but the massacre is too heavy, and the merits and demerits are equal. Just think that I, Xu Xiao, have an old debt with Li Yang, and it's settled!
Of course, Xu Fengnian didn't have any hatred for Jiang Yongle, but it didn't mean that he would have any good looks for the No. 3 person in the Ministry of Rites. But Xu Fengnian's eyes were wide open for such a dignified servant of the Ministry of Rites, who knelt there and put on the appearance of a scoundrel ready to kill.
Not long after, when the young feudal lord walked out of the house, the shrine priest and Qing official minister Lang Zhong could vaguely hear sobbing in the house.
Lang Zhong felt relieved, but also felt somewhat regretful deep in his heart.
Xu Fengnian walked outside the room of the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, the door was wide open, and the elegant Jin Lanting sat calmly behind the desk, looking at the once aloof young vassal king, this Jin Sanlang, who had made great progress in the officialdom of Tai'an City, had no fear on his face, cold eyes facing each other.
Jin Lanting narrowed his eyes and remained motionless, even avoiding the gesture of getting up to greet him.
You have become the king of Beiliang by hereditary succession, and you have made great strides forward.
But I, Jin Lanting, am no longer a small nobleman in that small county!
Next, the ancestral priest and Qing official minister heard the king of Beiliang say, "Stay away."
The young man who held Beiliang's 300,000 cavalry in his hand did not close the door after crossing the threshold.
But no one dared to look up to see what was going on inside.
Soon, there was a loud noise in the house.
The shrine priest was startled and trembled all over.
After an unknown amount of time, the young feudal lord walked out of the house, patted his dust-free sleeve lightly, and walked away.
The temple priest was hesitating whether to enter the house or not, when he heard the left servant who paid the most attention to his speech and manners, shouting at the top of his voice: "Get out!"
The entire yamen of the Ministry of Rites felt the chill of the midwinter season.
…
Xu Fengnian walked towards the carriage, saw Xu Yanbing's curious eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't kill anyone, but someone should feel worse than death."
Xu Yanbing's eyes were a little strange.
Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "I didn't take off my pants. But if you want to have this habit, I can lead you there. Now that guy is probably still in the rain."
Xu Yanbing quickly waved his hands and laughed.
Xu Yanbing managed to stop his laughter, and when Xu Fengnian was about to get into the carriage, he asked, "Go to the Qin Tianjian next?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "Go."
Xu Yanbing suddenly looked sideways at a group of people on the street in the distance, all of them were riding on horseback. It had been some time since they retreated, and the road was not congested, but the sturdy aura of the five riders was very eye-catching.
Xu Fengnian lifted the side curtain when Xu Yanbing turned his head. Except for the leader of the five riders who did not look at them, the other four riders all looked unkind, and one of them even stopped and held the horse's rein with one hand. , leaning back slightly, full of arrogance and conceit.
Xu Yanbing said softly: "Looking at the official robe of that old man, it seems to be the official second-rank military official's court uniform that can only be worn by the generals of the four expeditions and four towns and the minister of the Ministry of War."
Xu Fengnian said: "It should be Wu Chongxuan who was conferred the title of Great General to Conquer the South. It seems that this time he came to the capital to receive the reward. He might have become Minister of the Ministry of War. It's no wonder that his descendants are so arrogant and domineering."
Xu Yanbing frowned and said, "How about I teach you a lesson?"
Xu Fengnian, who was separated by a curtain between the two, shook his head and said, "Forget it, Wu Chongxuan still has some kindred spirits with a certain guy. If you want to teach him a lesson, let him do it himself in the future."
When Xu Fengnian was about to ignore the provocative eyes of the other party, he stopped the horse and raised his hand to wipe his neck with his hand.
Xu Yanbing said flatly: "My lord, you can't let me go back and forth, and you really just want to be a groom?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Okay. Remember not to hit too hard."
Xu Yanbing asked, "Half dead?"
Xu Fengnian replied: "The other party is not a civil servant with no power to restrain a chicken, and it will be dishonorable if he is beaten, but a military general in southern Xinjiang who has experienced many battles, half-death is not enough. If you beat him to half-death, I am sorry Their Southern Border Army is comparable to the great reputation of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry."
Xu Yanbing, who let go of the horse's rein, couldn't help but said: "Is there such a reason?"
Xu Fengnian put down the curtain, and said slowly: "As long as Beiliang cavalry is around, it makes sense."
Xu Yanbing disappeared in a flash, and the next scene was that Xu Yanbing kicked the side of the big horse, and the generals in southern Xinjiang flew out with both men and horses, and the horse flew into the air and fell heavily in the distance. There was a bang.
No one saw how Xu Yanbing made a move. Before the burly general rolled off his horse, he was kicked five or six feet away. Fortunately, this street, second only to the imperial road in the capital, was wide enough. Otherwise, you will fall into the wall.
Xu Yanbing stepped on the dying general's head, and looked at the rest of the horsemen, except for Wu Chongxuan who turned the horse's head calmly, all of them were angry and ferocious.
Xu Yanbing didn't speak, but twisted the general's head hard with the sole of his shoe.
I, Beiliang, don't care what military officer you are? Who cares what Southern Xinjiang general you are? !
Wu Chongxuan raised his whip slightly, stopping the violent three cavalry's attempt to retaliate. Now the veteran wearing the official uniform of the second-rank lion rode forward slowly alone, looked down at Xu Yanbing, and asked knowingly, "Northern Liang Xu Yanbing?"
Xu Yanbing replied indifferently, "Did you bring one or two thousand elite soldiers to the Gyeonggi Southern Army Camp, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be enough for a supper at night."
Wu Chongxuan twitched the corner of his mouth, turned and left.
The three cavalry under his command galloped towards the general who didn't know his life or death, and cleaned up the mess.
…
Xu Fengnian was sitting in the carriage, his hands were like the sleeves of an old farmer.
The fingers in the sleeves intertwined and trembled slightly.
Qin Tianjian is coming.
The source of the white clothes case in Beijing is here!
Spring and Autumn Saber, die here!