"Emperor Fengtian Chengyun summoned him, Cheng Wang Zhengfei, Mu Hanzhang, learned to be wealthy and wise, and has made extraordinary achievements on the battlefield, which is worthy of great use. Now, as a descendant of the royal family, I am waiting for it, and I will be named Wenyuan. Ban, perform the post of civil minister, and after seven days, the ceremony of conferring the lordship will be held, and this is honored!" The eunuch Xuanzhi's voice was shrill, but sonorous and powerful.
"My minister, Mu Hanzhang, gave the decree, long live my emperor!" Mu Hanzhang kowtowed and accepted the decree with both hands.
Only then did the eunuch Xuanzhi calm down: "Congratulations to the Marquis."
Jing Shao jumped up first and pulled his princess. Mu Hanzhang held the imperial decree and Ming Huang's scroll in his hand, only then did he realize that he was really going to be enthroned. Turning to look at Jing Shao, the other party gave him a reassuring smile.
Duofu had already brought in the gold and silver for the reward, Jing Shao raised his chin and directly brought it to the eunuch who declared the decree.
The old eunuch and the group of young eunuchs behind him immediately smiled happily, Mu Hanzhang came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Several father-in-laws have worked hard."
"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for the reward, and let's have some joy!" Several eunuchs shared the reward, and they were all overjoyed. Now it's the year of Taiping, and basically they won't be named a marquis. reward.
"Eunuch Yuan, I saw the second emperor's brother went to the imperial study room, how come the imperial decree came down so quickly?" Jing Shao invited a few eunuchs in for a cup of tea, but they rushed back to the palace and stopped by when they were going out. asked a question.
"Hey, aren't those two ladies making a fuss?" Eunuch Yuan was the eunuch serving in the imperial study, so he knew more, looked around and whispered, "The queen mother was so arguing that she urged the emperor to hurry up and take this matter away. The matter is done, so that no one else will make trouble. It just happened that His Royal Highness Prince Rui and the emperor set a title, so they directly issued an order."
When Jing Shao heard the words, he hooked his lips and stuffed him with a small golden Buddha.
Looking at the words on the imperial decree, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He never expected that the title would be "Wen Yuan". This is the title he got at the poetry festival in the capital. The high spirits have never been lost.
Seeing that he was looking attentively, Jing Shao didn't make a sound, but just gently hugged him from behind, and the man in his arms looked at him sideways: "Aren't you going to the military department today?"
"Let's go later in the afternoon," Jing Shao stretched out his hand to help him hold the imperial decree, and took the left hand to look at the blisters on it, "My princess has been named a marquis, and I will accompany Lord Marquis to lunch at home."
Mu Hanzhang glared at him, and used him as an excuse for being lazy: "After you came back, you've become more and more lazy, be careful that someone takes credit for you."
Jing Shao disapproved, and walked staggeringly into the room with the person in his arms: "If I suddenly become diligent, there will be people who join me with ulterior motives."
Mu Hanzhang also thinks about it, Jun's heart is unpredictable, it is not advisable to be too active or too lazy, or as before, it is better to fish for three days and two days to surf the Internet. Without further ado, he dragged the guy hanging on his back and returned to Dongyuan.
Although Jingchen advocates simplicity in the Fenghou Ceremony, the necessary etiquette is still cumbersome.
In the next seven days, people kept coming to the door to congratulate, officials from the Ministry of Rites often came to ask questions, and even Jingchen came twice in person.
"I'm going to transfer Song An to the southwest." Jing Chen took a sip of tea and said lightly.
Jing Shao nodded. During this time, they found Song An's handle, enough for him to drop three levels in a row and be assigned to a remote place as a minor official. After all, Song An had done a lot for them in the past few years, and he couldn't do everything too well.
"Song An gave me these," Jing Chen put a stack of letters on the table, "I just want him to take his daughter away."
Mu Hanzhang took those letters and looked at them, frowning slightly, there are many officials' criminal evidence in them, and they can bring down many people, and sighed: "Song An really has nothing to say about her daughter."
Jing Shao heard him sigh and knew that he was thinking of the various actions of the Northern Weihou, so he reached out and held his hand: "It's just because he is so fond of him that he cultivated it like that."
Knowing that he was comforting himself, Mu Hanzhang nodded.
"Have Beiweihou been here in the past two days?" Jingchen looked down at the tiger-skin blanket at Mu Hanzhang's feet.
"My father has never been here." Mu Hanzhang replied, seeing Jingchen looking down at his feet, he looked down and found that Xiao Huang had been lying at his feet at some point. rise.
"This is the tiger you raised?" Jing Chen took a closer look, "it's quite strong."
"Eat more than me, isn't it strong?" Jing Shao raised his hand and dragged the little tiger up. This guy has grown quite long, standing up almost as high as a person sitting, and can no longer carry it casually.
"Wow!" Xiao Huang was very dissatisfied when he was disturbed, and waved his thick fur paws at Jing Shao.
Seeing that Jingchen seemed to like it in his eyes, Mu Hanzhang sat still with grace and etiquette, so he handed him a piece of jerky, but Jingchen didn't know what to do. But he soon understood that the fat hairball rushed over quickly, pressed his two claws on his leg, and looked at the jerky in Jingchen's hand.
Jing Chen was stunned for a moment, and then passed the rub in his hand. The little tiger quickly bit it and swallowed it in one bite. But still clawed at his knees, trying to see if he was hiding any other flesh.
"Brother, feel it." Jing Shao wanted to laugh when he saw his brother's stiff body, and hurriedly urged him to try his hand.
Jingchen raised his hand slowly and touched the little tiger's head. He rarely did this kind of action, just like touching Jingshao's head last time, the action was very unfamiliar.
Mu Hanzhang also had a smile in his eyes, and said at the right time: "This time, thanks to my brother running back and forth, I don't know how to thank my brother."
"If you can take good care of Jing Shao, that's the best thank you." Jing Chen pinched his soft furry ears and said solemnly, "Although this lord is not a hereditary replacement, he is closely related to Beiwei Hou. The grades are the same. After the ceremony, you can go to the court. It happened that I was not in Beijing in March, so you mentioned Jingshao more at the court."
Jing Shao: "..." My brother's tone was like asking someone to watch over a child.
"There is a lion about the size of a tiger in the Wading Garden. If my brother goes to Jiangnan, he can go to Pingjiang to see the lion." Knowing that Jingchen was going to see the King of Huainan, Mu Hanzhang reminded him to go to the Wading Garden to find it.
Jingchen nodded slightly. In the ninth day of February, the spring season was about to start, and the Ministry of Rites was too busy. Besides, he had to find talents among the new scholars, so he asked for an errand to go to Jiangnan in March.
The ceremony of ennoblement was held as scheduled, and Jing Shao personally put on a new dress for his princess. The third-grade and above are all purple robes, but the princess is a first-grade, and the marquis is a super-grade, so the cranes embroidered on it are all changed into complex and gorgeous cloud patterns.
The Marquis of Beiwei also went to watch the ceremony, watching Mu Hanzhang kneeling on the stage, watching Emperor Hongzheng put on him the crown of a marquis himself, the bell rang and the drums were played, and the officials congratulated him. He might be able to make the Mu family the most prosperous family in the Chen Dynasty. It's just that now, it's too late to say anything, and the Mu family has few talents these days. If things go on like this, they will decline within three generations.
No matter how sad the North Weihou was, Jing Shaoke never left his eyes on the people on the stage. Today's Mu Hanzhang has really washed away the depression and sorrow of the inner house. The treasured sword is out of its sheath, and it is full of brilliance. Even with so many hardships, it has never eroded his edge. Now it is all over the world, and no one dares to bully him. he.
After the ceremony, Mu Hanzhang can go to court.
The courthouse that used to be a cold window for ten years but could not get it, is now available day and night, and it really stands there, but there is no excitement as expected. The Golden Palace is not a place to play after all. He didn't think he could point fingers at court affairs based on the judgments he had obtained in the book, so he seldom spoke, standing quietly beside the Beiweihou, occasionally exchanging glances with Jing Shao, and there was no more. other.
The ministers in the court were originally more prepared for this Marquis Wen Yuan who appeared out of thin air. After all, the emperor meant that although he was a marquis, he received the post of a civil minister. Speaking of which, he was of a higher rank than those officials who were admitted to the imperial examinations. He points fingers. But seeing that Mu Hanzhang seldom speaks, and is generous and polite, never put on the air of a prince, and gradually became less conflicted.
In the blink of an eye, it was February, and it was impossible to hide Qiu's pregnancy. Mu Hanzhang asked Imperial Physician Jiang to take a pulse every seven days, and temporarily sent Ge Ruoyi to his mother.
Since Mu Hanzhang was named a marquis, Qiu's status in the mansion has also risen. Even in the eyes of many servants, Mrs. Side's status is actually higher than that of Mrs. After all, Mu Lingbao is only the prince, and Mu Hanzhang is already a prince. Although Mrs. Beiwei Hou was angry, she couldn't say anything. After all, the maid sent by Lord Hou naturally couldn't be sent back.
In addition, Beiweihou has warned repeatedly, and the people of Beiweihou manor have not dared to do anything for the time being, but Qiu's series of things has made her feel bad enough.
On the seventh day of the second lunar month, Beijing was already full of people who came to take part in the test, and the teahouses and restaurants were full of literati and calligraphers. Of course, among these literati and writers, there are also playboys who have spent years in this kind of place for entertainment, such as Cheng Wang Jingshao, who is not doing a proper job.
"Once you were named a marquis, it's worth ten years of cold windows." In the aftertaste building, a few people gathered at a table and were talking loudly.
"According to what you said, it's useless for us to take the imperial examinations. We might as well find a royal relative to marry." One person at the same table agreed.
"Hmph, if you want to marry, you have to be seen by others," the one who spoke at first seemed even more excited, "I will arrive in Beijing after the new year, just in time for the ceremony of Marquis Wen Yuan."
"What does Marquis Wen Yuan look like?" A young man with a slightly vulgar appearance couldn't help but ask.
The man took a deep breath and glanced around for a week before slowly saying, "I didn't see it clearly." Immediately, there was a sigh of relief.
"If I tell you, it must look like..." The man suddenly lowered his voice, unable to hear what he really said, and after a while, there was a burst of laughter from the table.
"You bastard!" Jing Shao slammed the table and shook a wine cup on the edge of the table to the ground. With a crisp sound, it shattered. It was too late and there was no private room. Sitting in the lobby, I heard these daring people openly talk about his princess, and there was a lot of disrespect in their words. Damn!
The few people turned around and saw a tall man in luxurious clothes glaring at them, and then they reacted: "This brother, why is it so good at scolding people?"