(The three-person battle in the specific process will not be included in the chapters of "Silence as a Cicada". See you later in the peak battle.)

Today's morning ceremony in Tai'an City was unprecedentedly grand.

Yonghui to Xiangfu, the court meeting, especially the morning court, is largely an intuitive reflection of the political situation of the Liyang Dynasty. The number of people participating in the court meeting is often an invisible evaluation of some central and important officials. For example, Chen Zhibao and Lu Baijie went to Beijing to serve as Minister of War, the high priest of Shangyin Academy, the high priest of Jiu Yanglong, the high priest of General Gu Jiantang, the posthumous title resolution for the old master of the Song family, Yan Zhenchun, the first entry of three local generals, Lu Shengxiang, Tang Tiexhuang and Xu Gong, the promotion of the young guard Chen Wang to the Zuo Sanqi, as well as the "exiled" of the former Minister of Revenue Wang Xionggui and the former Minister of Rites Yuan Guo, the "exiled" of the foreign land, the minister of justice Han Lin, the promotion of the foreign office of Lu Baijie, and the disgrace of the early court.

In addition to the three types of civil and military officials who must attend the morning court who have to attend the morning court but do not have to attend the meeting, the royal family members of the same surname as the country, the nobles who once made contributions to Liyang to obtain hereditary titles, and the elderly ministers who had no need to attend the ceremony, the more people they had to attend the ceremony, the more prominent the officials were. If the officials of the court were slightly sparse, such as the farewell of Wang Xionggui and Yuan Guo at that time, and the veteran Yang Shenxing who went to Beiliangdao to serve as the governor of the army not long ago, there was no such stir. There was almost no such thing as the three types of royal family members.

Although it was a bad weather that suddenly rained last night, the court meeting this morning was arriving.

The autumn rain is drizzling, and many roads in the capital are muddy. For some officials who have to pass through half of the capital to participate in the morning court, if they were put in the past, they would probably have to shout and scold them on horseback or in the carriage. Today, almost everyone is excited and untiring. Some ministers who have the habit of reading in the carriage before the morning court have absent-mindedly flipped the pages of the book, lifted up the curtains from time to time to check the address, or asked directly to the groom how long it would take to arrive.

In the street where Chen Wang, the always-servant of the Zuo Sanqi, was located in the street. The neighbors were all nobles and princes of the Liyang Dynasty. In addition to his father-in-law, there were also Liyang bosses who had retired for many years, who had been behind the scenes for many years. Their silence did not mean that they had lost their voice to influence the direction of the government.

Before dawn, this large mansion was brightly lit everywhere, and the servants had already prepared their carriages, and princes and ministers dressed in purple and yellow were successively seated in the carriages. In this bustling carriage, Chen Wang's ordinary carriage was inevitably a little shabby, but at a corner, the marquis in front who should have turned into the street first took the initiative to slow down and make way for Lord Chen's carriage. Chen Wang gently lifted the side curtain, and the marquis who was pampered and still had no old appearance when he saw Lord Chen nodding to him. At that time, the old marquis smiled and replied, put down the curtain, and stroked his beard. He was contented with the Zuo Sanqi Equestrian, and also felt regretful. The late emperor chose a woman from the Zhao family's royal family and the nobles to marry Chen Wang. He had a granddaughter who had hope, but he only wanted to get in-laws with a powerful and noble prince. Now looking back, although he had a wish and sent his granddaughter to the Duke's Mansion, he had a great loss compared to Chen Wang, a real "dragon-riding" son-in-law.

Duke Gao Shizhi of Yan and Duke of Huaiyang Song Daoning were very close friends. What’s strange is that the two families with similar families did not have any marriages that were more relatives. To be honest, the brothers and sisters of Gao Shilian and Gao Shijing born in Duke of Yan in his later years were very outstanding young children in Tai'an City. The Marquis of Huaiyang had many children and were sweet in eating sugarcane. Therefore, logically speaking, even if they were not the eldest son and the men and women of the Song family who were of the same age as the Gao brothers and sisters, they would not be considered as how they could have been able to win over the Duke of Yan's mansion.

Today, the Duke of Yan and the Duke of Huaiyang have to participate in the morning court, but also ride a carriage with a spacious carriage. Before winter began, the Duke of the State Gao Shizhi gave up a small ingenious furnace to burn incense to keep warm. This is to take care of Song Daoning, a friend who was infected with cold in his early years.

Song Daoning squinted his eyes and napped. Gao Shizhi bent down gently, and gently picked the fire.

Song Daoning had a very shallow sleep and opened his eyes soon.

Gao Shizhi saw the gaze that Song Daoning came and asked, "Is there anything I want to say?"

Song Daoning remained silent and glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the thick curtain between them and the groom.

Gao Shizhi asked again: "The old groom in your family finally resigned?"

When the autumn was afraid of the cold, Song Daoning reached out to close his collar and nodded softly.

Gao Shizhi smiled, "Since that's the case, why don't you dare to speak freely?"

Song Daoning's face was indifferent, "After so many years, I've gotten used to it."

As a brother in distress, Gao Shi felt sad and sighed softly: "So, I have to thank the young vassal king who was unwilling to calm down for a moment. Otherwise, even if His Majesty was willing to withdraw Zhao Gou, he would not have been so fast."

Song Daoning said hoarsely: "At the beginning, I had complaints about the actions of the late emperor. After so many years, I felt at ease. To be honest, in the past, I used to travel occasionally, and even though I knew that there was a late emperor staring at him, I was actually not uncomfortable. Now Your Majesty has removed the spy, Brother Gao, what do you think?"

Gao Shizhi sneered: "Brother Song, I, Gao Shizhi, are not a young man in the officialdom. Of course, I am exactly the same as you, uneasy and uncomfortable. It would be better for both parties to know that as long as you don't break the window paper, you can be safe. Now, if a groom walks openly, will there be many servants and maids in the mansion be secretly?"

Song Daoning, who has always been known for his dullness and taciturnity in Tai'an City, smiled and said, "Brother Gao, do you think that Your Majesty is not as arrogant as the late emperor?"

Gao Shizhi frowned and said, "Don't you think?"

Song Daoning shook his head and said, "In my opinion, your Majesty's move is not to make us grateful for this. Your Majesty is not so shallow. It is just to give you and me a secret decree that does not require eunuchs to do. If you are not familiar with the profound meaning, there will be no seat for the next feast."

The Duke suddenly looked solemn and asked, "How can I explain this?"

Song Daoning said slowly: "Since the first year of Xiangfu, the officialdom in the capital has changed and is dazzling. The many ups and downs are not as simple as the promotion of the officialdom of a few people. In terms of civil officials, the gentry led by the Peng family in the north began to rise rapidly. The gentry led by the Lu Yu family suddenly rose and suddenly fell silent. The Qing party rekindled. The Hanlin Academy became independent from the Zhao family, which was equivalent to completely clearing itself from the three provinces and six ministries. The new Hanlin Academy was a disciple of the emperor with a strong roots and originated from ordinary gentry.

, which has nothing to do with Zhang Lu and the two major tribes of Jiangnan and Liao. The establishment of the six pavilions is also a move of power from three provinces and six parts. On the side of the military general, let alone the old two dynasties, the figures who have entered and exited the capital in recent years, Xu Gong, Tang Tiexhuang, the former assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Yang Huchen, Han Fang, the deputy general of Jizhou, returned to the powerful Song Li, who was promoted by the backbone general Li Changan, and seven powerful military generals from the capital who had just entered the capital, as well as Dong Gong Huang Tianzong and Wei Dong who had just entered the capital."

Gao Shizhi said self-deprecatingly: "Brother Song, just open the skylight and speak loudly. I know all of you. Your Majesty's general meaning is considered to be careless. You can only say your insights. I am a big boss and I am not doing anything in circles."

Song Daoning sighed softly and said, "Forget it, it's better to save some energy for playing the piano for a cow. After all, I haven't participated in the morning court for so many years. If I accidentally fainted, I would be embarrassed."

Gao Shizhi raised his hand and waved it, and cursed with a smile: "If you are a prince, don't think you are a marquis. I dare not beat you up!"

Song Daoning suddenly said some off-topic words, "Let Shilian Shijing not get too close to Yin Changgeng... By the way, if Shijing's girl is not too opposed, you might as well match her and Zhao Youling's youngest son. How old are they apart? Don't they say that a female junior holds gold bricks in her junior year? These are all trivial matters."

Gao Shizhi said unceremoniously: "Why are you like those guys with shallow eyes? Even if Yin Maochun is a small step slower than Zhao Youling, there are three provinces, six ministries, three provinces, and six ministries. Not to mention the Shangshu Ling, there are two subordinates of the Secretariat. Yin Maochun and Zhao Youling each have a pit, so there is no need to steal anything..."

Speaking of this, Gao Shizhi stopped talking suddenly.

Song Daoning sneered and said, "Why, I finally figured it out? I know that one of the two is destined to lose badly? And it is Yin Maochun, who has been the first prime minister for many years?!"

Monk Gao Shizhi was confused and asked in a low voice: "What are the two children in the family kisses?!"

Song Daoning said calmly: "Don't forget that the marriage between Yin Changgeng and Zhao Chunyuan was the meaning of the late emperor. Yin and Zhao followed the flow, but they just left a way out for each other's descendants."

The Duke said, "There are so many scholars who have a lot of intestines!"

Song Daoning sighed softly: "The literati are very sensible, but the martial artists are not obeying the rules. It is actually quite difficult since His Majesty ascended the throne. What is very difficult is that His Majesty has done a good job."

Gao Shizhi stared at this friend who had nothing to say and asked in a deep voice: "Have you decided? Do you really want to help His Majesty check and balance the various civil servants and military generals?"

Song Daoning answered the question and took a deep breath, "Although our neighbors with various surnames have almost been suppressed by Biyan'er for so many years, it cannot be denied that there is a world of difference between having and without Biyan'er's temple. Since Biyan'er has left, we should not say that we should consider the country and the country, but at least we should be worthy of the tablets of ancestors who have to worship every year."

Gao Shizhi stretched, "Anyway, I will do whatever you want. It's that simple, so I won't pay for this god."

Song Daoning suddenly smiled, "Do you still remember what happened when you were young?"

Gao Shizhi was stunned, "What's the matter? Our brothers had many feats when they were young. What are you asking? Hey, Wang Yuanran's unsatisfactory bastard is a thousand miles away from ours back then!"

Song Daoning subconsciously rubbed his chest, then pointed to the face of the noble prince in front of him.

The latter's face turned red in an instant, and Gao Shizhi cursed, and his whole arrogance disappeared.

Song Daoning laughed for the first time.

Back then, many years ago, when his young marquis Song Daoning and his good brother Gao Shizhi took their entourage to the suburbs of Beijing, they met a woman who was truly charming, and even Song Daoning, who was above the top, was shocked.

But before they even spoke to each other, the woman quietly didn't speak. As a result, a rustic bull with a Liaodong accent ran over from afar. Both sides were old and had a disagreement, and they were just using their fists to reason. Song Daoning and Gao Shizhi had never beaten one before, and they were fists and kicked them. However, the two powerful children were numerous and powerful. They soon chased the bastard and beat them. They were so dirty. The key is that this guy is good, but his mouth was really a hundred words without repetition. This is not a hero to save the beauty. It is obviously embarrassing. It has nothing to do with heroism. It is clearly a strife between two groups of disciples. No one is a good bird.

Then……

Then Song Daoning was kicked seven or eight feet away by the woman with a sword on her back, and Gao Shizhi was slapped and spinned seven or eight times in the air.

Then the young man from Liaodong rushed to the woman with a "gratitude" look on his face, grabbed her hand, and said nothing about thanks, but refused to let go.

Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning later learned that the bastard named Xu was not much better than theirs. They flew back and forth, and after lying heavily on the ground, they still gritted their teeth and squeezed out an ugly smile, and shouted with a loud voice: "You are my Xu Xiao's wife! Either you beat me to death or marry me!"

———

In the past, as long as Xu Xiao was there in Tai'an City, there would be no shortage of liveliness.

Now, his son has come to Tai'an City, and it seems very lively.

———

The bosses such as Duke Yan and Marquis of Huaiyang who usually don’t see the head and the tail are very disappointed, because the young vassal king who caused a huge storm did not appear this morning.

In contrast, another news only made all civil and military officials a little excited.

Wu Chongxuan, the number one general of southern border under the command of King Zhao Bing of Yan, drew from Guangling Road to the north through the sea, suddenly appeared in the temple in the capital, and was promoted to the Minister of War of Liyang. At the same time, he was asked to retreat to Guangling Road and immediately returned to the Guangling Road to supervise the battle. He led the Ministry of War as the General of the Southern Expedition, and when he would successfully quell the rebellion and officially go to Beijing to perform his duties.

Early morning.

A carriage slowly stopped at the former site of the Liyang Ministry of War. It was only about one mile away from the Zhaojiaweng. Before the site was changed, the Liyang Dynasty, which was scolded by the eight southern countries as a Northern barbarian, had a position among the three provinces and six ministries, which was beyond the imagination of all the people of Liyang now. At that time, not to mention the Ministry of Personnel, as long as you are not a real position as a general of the local vassal state, no matter what the Central Secretariat is, you are the Zhongshu Ling of the Ministry of War or the Zuo Pushe of the Menxia Provincial Department, not to mention meeting the chariot of the Minister of War on the road, even if you are a few ranks of War doctors, the former would have to give way. As for those arrogant censors today, the only function at that time was to serve as a punching bag for the officials of the Ministry of War, and it would not be surprising to use the whip to death for no reason.

Two emperors, in just over forty years, made the Central Plains recognize Li Yang's orthodox status.

Countless reading seeds have taken root and sprouted in Tai'an City, the border city of that time, and grew into towering trees, forming a situation where the literary forests are lush and not inferior to Western Chu.

The young man walking down the carriage stood under the steps, staring at the red lacquer gate where almost no one was leaving, and was stunned.

This is now just a place where the lower-ranking officials of the Ministry of War Arsenal Department handle government affairs.

A small official from the Arsenal Department who was still sleepy had just stepped out of the threshold. When he saw the black golden python robe that he had never heard of or seen before, he rubbed his eyes hard, his face full of confusion.

Tai'an City, who dares to have any overbearance in the matter of official robes and public uniforms? What's more, it's the level of python robe!

But the guy who was a little official of the Arsenal Si Zhuoliu was stiff and did not dare to take a step forward, nor did he dare to turn around directly.

A thick voice rang behind the little official, "Huang Qianshan! Haven't you gone to the Ministry of War to report to Chief Hong?! Did the boots stick to the shit?"

The little official swallowed and turned his head and said, "Mr. Yang, someone is here."

The tall man behind the little official who had never escaped from the turbid current and entered the Qingliu rank, bypassed the guy named Huang, saw the young man, glanced hard for a few times, turned around quietly, and ran into the door with a speed of lightning speed, and finally disappeared completely.

Completed in one go.

This is probably the reason why Huang Qianshan wanted to shout Lord Yang to him.

Lord Yang's run was equivalent to completely blocking Huang Qianshan's retreat. If he ran away again, Huang Qianshan himself felt that it was unreasonable.

The stingy official ran down the stone steps quickly, bent down and asked, "I don't know..."

Speaking of this, he choked again and was panicked. He didn't dare to carefully identify the number of black and golden python robes, toes and feet and other details. How could he know if he should call the young man in front of him "Duke of the Kingdom", "Marquis", or "Your Highness of the Crown Prince"?

There are too many ways to be an official in Tai'an City. Just the residence of officials, there are five types of powerful, noble, rich and poor. When you go to each place, you have to burn different incense. Otherwise, you will go to the wrong temple and burn incense, break the rules and violate the taboos, and then you will be a little bit of a matter of sitting in the yamen for a few years.

Xu Feng laughed young and said, "I am just here to see you, you don't have to inform you of anything in the yamen."

This king.

When the little official heard this shocking "self-proclaimer", he almost collapsed to the ground when his legs became weak.

In such a large Liyang Dynasty, there were not many people who could claim to be the king from the late emperor, and now several more died. However, after the son ascended the throne today, he was granted the title of king and the so-called "one-character king" who was granted the title of vassal state, according to the laws and regulations of the Zhao clan, he was not allowed to enter the capital at will.

Then the prince in front of him, who was wearing the python robe of the vassal king, had his identity revealed since he was so young.

The officials in the capital knew what kind of person Wang Zhao Xun was. Not to mention wandering around in a swagger in a python robe, I wish I could stay in the deep courtyard and no one could see me.

The little official trembled and said, "North...North...North...North Liang King, is there anything you need to do when you go to the official?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Just Mr. Yang told you to go to the Ministry of War?"

The little official who was oozing sweat from his forehead said tremblingly: "It's okay... It's okay. The prince has just arrived and our yamen is so bright..."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Just as the clerk was hunching his waist to apply oil on his feet, he heard the notorious Northwest vassal king whisper: "Huang Qianshan, right? Remember to say loudly before leaving, and say, 'The yamen is important, and there is no one involved, and you are not allowed to enter without permission from the Ministry of War.'"

Huang Qianshan, who was obedient, had a blank mind. When he finished shouting honestly, he walked far away. The little official of the Arsenal Officer who knew it later woke up in horror and was so scared that he could only walk tremblingly on the wall.

I thought to myself, I'm looking for death?

But when he walked out for a long time, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and stood there on the spot. Looking back, he saw the young vassal king who was still standing there, the young man who often scolded and ridiculed with his colleagues a few years ago.

Huang Qianshan's eyes were complicated, he sighed, and turned around to move forward.

I am afraid that there will never be any small officials qualified to participate in the court meeting in their lifetime, and gradually there will be no fear and suspicion.

But for some reason, I felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!