Yongning? What did she do?

The emperor was stunned for a moment. He knew that he was a very sensible person. If he had nothing to do, he would not come here at this time, but would choose his free time.

Thinking of this, he spoke, "Please."

The official turned around and went out. Soon after, he wore a white palace dress and the elegant and generous eldest princess walked into the study and nodded slightly to the ministers.

"The old minister has seen Your Highness."

The ministers were also very proud of their face and both sides greeted each other.

The emperor curiously said, "Is there something wrong here?"

The eldest princess smiled calmly: "Yongning came for the New Year ceremony. I wonder how to arrange this year?"

He Shangshu, wearing a crimson official robe, smiled bitterly:

"Your Highness, you have experienced major disasters at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, and the imperial treasury is empty. At this time, the ceremony is exhausting and the people are in trouble. The old minister thought to change the last year and use it again."

The eldest princess frowned: "This arrangement...is not bad..."

The Minister of Revenue is a stingy and sarcastic: "Anyway, there is only so much money, and I want to be grand and grand. If your Highness has a way, just tell me."

The others didn't say anything, thinking that the princess was rich and frugal, and she didn't know that the firewood and rice were expensive, so what could she do if she didn't take charge of the family?

Did you pay?

Zhang Jianzhi pondered for a while and handed a step: "Your Highness's heart is good, but it is indeed difficult to achieve both..."

However, he was halfway through his words and got stuck. Yongning's mouth was raised, he took out a few sketches from his sleeve and said:

"I really have a way here, and I'm just asking you guys to study together."

Really?

Everyone was stunned. He Shangshu took it with both hands, glanced at it, and was stunned: "Is this... a lantern?"

The eldest princess put his hands together, folded them on her lower abdomen, and talked happily: "This is a Kongming lantern, which is a special thing that can be taken off the air..."

She immediately talked about the design ideas and ritual style of this thing, and everyone was stunned, surprised and surprised.

Zhang Jianzhi hesitated and said, "I have never heard of this thing before. Is it really feasible?"

The emperor's eyes flashed, and he guessed something.

Sure enough, the eldest princess said lightly and threw out the answer: "This thing is made by Qi Qianhu."

Designed by Qiping... Everyone suddenly realized that this should have been done and no longer doubted the feasibility. He Shangshu's eyes lit up:

"Since it was made by Lord Qi, it must be feasible. The old minister ordered the craftsmen to try it out?"

He looked at the emperor.

The latter smiled and nodded: "According to He Shangshu, I also want to see the scenery of the lanterns at night."

He paused, as if he was feeling emotion, as if he was casual: "The night sky in Kyoto has been dark for too long, so it should be illuminated."

The old master standing beside him lowered his head slightly, and a trace of worry overflowed deep in his eyes.

...

The ceremony was resolved, and the ministers left the palace and returned.

Huang Yong was older and walked slowly. He rushed to the palace gate. The coachman waiting here welcomed him into the carriage.

"Master, go back to the yamen?" asked the coachman.

Huang Yong leaned in the soft carriage, pulled up the fox fur with his hands, and wrapped it around him to resist the cold. He was silent and said:

"I'm tired, go home."

As the New Year approaches, nothing big happens, and there is no need for him to stay in the cabinet all day long.

"yes."

The coachman waved his whip, the carriage flew, ran over the stone road, left the palace, crossed the imperial city, and entered the inner city.

I rushed toward the Huang Mansion, but when I passed an intersection, the carriage suddenly slowed down.

Huang Yong opened his eyes while resting, opened the curtain in confusion, looked out, and saw a car waiting in front of him.

...

...

The 11th day of the second lunar month of the new calendar, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month of the old calendar, the day before New Year's Eve.

On the main streets of Kyoto, there were repeated sweeping, and the lights were decorated. The lively and bustling street wine flags were replaced with bright red. Under the lintel, lanterns fell into a string, and looked along the street, and it was endless.

The festive atmosphere is strong, and the stalls selling New Year’s goods have been on sale for more than ten days.

In the square outside the imperial city, a craftsman set up a platform earlier, strictly prohibiting the people from approaching. It was not until New Year's Eve that the ceremony began before it was opened and allowed to go.

At that time, there will be a grand performance, the emperor will have fun with the people in the imperial city, and then the emperor and all officials will enter the palace and hold a "big banquet"... It is a banquet and gathering for the powerful.

As for "ancestor worship", it will be held on the first day of the New Year.

The entire imperial city was immersed in a festive atmosphere, and the atmosphere was particularly relaxed in the peacekeeping department.

During the Chinese New Year, the entire yamen does not need to arrest people, and all officials do not need to be worried.

"We will have a rest tomorrow. We can have a good rest. When the first day of the lunar month is in the imperial city, we will have to be busy again."

In the mouth of the "ping" character, the stern and loud voice grabbed a handful of leaves, threw down one, and said with a smile.

Hong Jiaojiao was speechless and threw out a card casually: "It seems like I'm tired of talking."

"Are you tired? You are on vacation together, not once every few days, and you have so many chores, so we still have to do it."

Hong Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows and said unhappily: "What he did is a big deal."

As he said that, the girl Jinyi's face turned dark and her eyebrows like willow leaves drooped.

Yes, Qi Ping is already a big deal. If you still hang out with them in Yuezhou, then since you returned to Kyoto in winter, you have rarely been in the yamen.

First, he practiced in the academy, and then the affairs of the demon clan mission. Although it was called "Shenfushi Qianhu", what he actually did was already at another level.

There are fewer and fewer opportunities to meet each other...the gap is getting bigger and bigger...

At this time, I remembered the incident when the two of them went to the northwest to investigate the case, and it seemed that they were still yesterday.

"What do you think?"

Just as she was dazed, Hong Jiaojiao felt a hand pressing on her shoulder. She was like a furry cat, and she subconsciously drew her sword.

"The heroine calms down!"

Qi Ping was startled. When Hong Jiaojiao saw it was him, she spat inwardly and said angrily: "All of them are big men, why are they still scaring people?"

Just kidding... Qi Ping smiled and pulled the chair and sat down:

"Can the leader check the work of his subordinates make a big fuss? Hey, it seems that you were living a very comfortable life when I was away."

Several Jinyi hurriedly threw the Ye Zi Card and smiled: "Together..."

Qi Ping waved his hand and said with a smile: "If you don't want to be an example, I have to blame Yu Qianhu didn't see it, otherwise you would have a headache."

Everyone laughed.

He talked about tomorrow's arrangements and listened quietly. Compared to fighting and killing, he actually liked a group of colleagues to sit together and fish.

At this time, footsteps came from outside, and Yu Qing walked over with a dark face: "Are you all idle?"

Everyone was like a mouse seeing a cat, and immediately scattered away. Qi Ping said helplessly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, just relax..."

Yu Qing sighed: "Everyone is like you, and they are all disobedient."

Qi Ping smiled: "Sit down and have a cup of tea to calm your breath."

Yu Qing shook his head and took out a gilded invitation from his arms: "Sir, I want you to pass it on to you, the invitation for the banquet of all officials tomorrow, clothes, etc., are you ready?"

Qi Ping had known that this would happen, so he was not surprised. He raised his hand to take it, nodded and said, "Okay."

Yu Qing nodded, hesitated for a while, and said, "You are no longer my subordinate now, but I still want to say a few words."

Seeing his serious expression, Qi Ping couldn't help but restrain his hippie smile: "You said."

He still respects Yu Qing, his old boss.

Yu Qing said slowly:

"Sir Si is interested in cultivating you to be the successor. Everyone can see this. I believe that with your intelligence, you can also feel it. If you have this idea, you should still care more about the affairs of the lower yamen and the various halls.

What I did, hundreds of people in the yamen...

Also, now you are a thousand households, and you must have the majesty that you should have. It is not that you want to alienate your colleagues, but that you have different identities. Many times, your attitude towards people will also change."

For a Dulu who doesn't like to speak, it is already surprising that he suddenly said this.

Qi Ping could hear that Yu Qing's words were not a temporary idea, but had been holding them in for a long time.

He was silent.

Is the successor of the Pacification Department?
To be continued...