"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired recently!" Zhang Qian supported himself with his arms embarrassedly, and raised his hand to wipe off the saliva from his face.

In just over twenty minutes' drive, I could actually fall asleep. Today I was so ugly. Fortunately, I didn't have the habit of talking to myself, otherwise...

"I thought I had written a poem in my dream just now!" Zhang Jiuling's voice sounded again, and then Xin pushed open the door of the carriage and jumped down. "It sounds very interesting. When I wait for the court, I might as well write it down and let Brother Wei read it carefully."

"Shi, no, definitely not! Brother Zishou heard it wrongly, he heard it wrong!" In an instant, Zhang Qian was so embarrassed that he was hot all over. While jumping down the car quickly, he waved his hand hard. "I am not good at this at all. Even if I talk in my sleep, the poem was definitely not written by myself. Brother Zishou, don't make things difficult for me!"

"It wasn't you who wrote it?" Zhang Jiuling was skeptical and frowned and asked, "I have never heard of similar words before. "I've been sent to the beautiful woman to calm the country in vain. I don't know where to use a general? Yes, it's right, it complements the high arguments you said at the banquet. But I don't know..."

"I really don't know who wrote it. Brother Zishou, walk faster. The carriage is a little hot, and the autumn wind on the bridge is a bit bone-permeable!" Zhang Qian heard it and left in embarrassment. He accelerated his pace like he ran away, leaving Zhang Jiuling behind.

Finally, I was in danger of my later years and copied other people's poems in my dream. Fortunately, there were many poems passed down by the original author, so I would not have been "stealed" by myself and removed from the Tang Dynasty poets.

"Use Zhao, slower, slower. Do you recognize the road? You are running around in the palace, be careful of being beaten!" Zhang Jiuling's words came from behind, with a hint of teasing.

"I admit..." The guilt in his heart was quickly replaced by helplessness. Zhang Qian stopped and shook his head embarrassedly.

In the 21st century, the Daming Palace had long been transformed into the ruins of the Daming Palace. How could he know the road inside? The rooms in front of him were lined up one by one, and the forks were hit by one, and they bumped into the darkness. He probably couldn't find any court.

"Follow the way below your feet, go straight forward. On both sides are Jinwu's yard on both sides. Going forward, there are East and West Temples." It is rare to grasp Zhang Qian's shortcomings. Zhang Jiuling chased him with a proud look on his face and gave him a smile. After passing the East and West Temples, it is the East and West Court Room, which is the place where the fourth rank or above is waiting to enter the court in the morning. After passing the East and West Court Hall, we can't walk around. We are both civil servants now, so we have to go to Tongqian Gate on the east side of Hanyuan Hall, and then walk to Rihua Gate..."

After some introduction, Zhang Qian was already fainted before he finished speaking. He had to follow him honestly and follow him step by step.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiuling is now a celebrity in the Ministry of Personnel, and he is familiar with the guards along the way. He took out the relevant diplomas, indicating that he was ordered to summon Zhang Qian to join the pursuit of the court. The latter did not make any trouble, so that the two of them could walk smoothly outside the Zichen Hall.

Because it was not the first day, today's court meeting was held in the front hall of Zichen Hall. First, the emperor could return to the back hall to rest during the break of the matter. Second, the etiquette requirements for the ministers can also be relaxed, and there is no need to hold it seriously as when the court meetings of Hanyuan Hall or Xuanzheng Hall.

Zhang Jiuling and Zhang Qian arrived a little early, and the formal court discussion was not over yet. So the two brothers, led by an inner palace manager, settled in a wing room on the right side of the Zichen Hall. According to Zhang Jiuling's interest, they originally wanted to pull Zhang Qian and help him recall the two lines of poetry he recited in his dream, and whether there was any context. However, the latter covered his head and refused to admit that he had dreamed. In desperation, the former had to give up.

We cannot discuss poetry and essays, and we are not allowed to laugh loudly. It seems a bit long to wait for the "chasing the court" to "chasing the court". Fortunately, there are other low-level officials ordered to come to "chasing the court" to arrive one after another, and we don't have much contact with each other before. We exchanged a few greetings and reported their names and departments, so we wouldn't be too bored.

"Brother Zishou, I heard that today someone offered a auspicious beast to the emperor. It was more than two feet tall, with a dragon head and a snake neck, and was colorful. I was lonely and searched through the books at hand, but I had never seen such a magical beast. I wonder if Brother Zishou could tell me in detail about the appearance of the auspicious beast so that I could open my eyes to us?" Among the deep blue and light green robes, Zhang Jiuling's sixth-rank official robe seemed particularly eye-catching. Soon, someone came forward and got close to the "upstart of the Ministry of Personnel" in the name of asking for advice.

The rest of the people, either interested in auspicious beasts or Zhang Jiuling himself, immediately looked at him and agreed with a smile: "Yes, yes, we are ignorant. I would like to ask Brother Zishou to describe the auspicious beasts to open my eyes!"

"Brother Zishou, it's still early anyway, so you might as well tell me something."

"Zhengwailang, I came from Luoyang below, and I can't see it at all..."

...

However, Zhang Jiuling was unwilling to cause trouble and decisively turned the topic to others, "I'm going to tell you all, I didn't see what that auspicious beast looks like today. It's not the day of the court meeting today, but I just heard the temporary arrangements from my superiors and waited here with you."

"Oh!" Everyone was regretful and envious, and their eyes looked at Zhang Jiuling were so complicated.

Eighth and Nine-rank officials have no more than two chances to see the emperor every year. Occasionally, they are summoned to chase the court, and they are even more lucky to burn incense. Zhang Jiuling, a sixth-rank official, can not only attend every five formal court meetings, but also be valued by his superiors so that he shows his face again when chasing the court.

Don’t underestimate the chance of showing off your face in the pursuit of the court these two times. Maybe, because that sentence is appropriate, it is remembered by the emperor in his heart. The officials of the Ministry of Personnel are famous for their rapid promotion. Maybe, next time when everyone sees Zhang Jiuling, the robe on this person’s body will turn crimson and a gold belt is also placed on his waist. (Scarlet, the robe of a fourth-rank official.)

"The auspicious matter is not yet concluded. If you have time to inquire about these things, it is better to think about whether there are any omissions in your work recently. So as not to ask for any questions that the emperor will ask for inquiries and answer questions later." Zhang Jiuling had been a county magistrate outside for several years and knew the difficulty of lower-level officials. Seeing that everyone was not in the important place, he couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"Thank you, Yuanwailang, for reminding me, I'll wait for Meng Lang before!" Everyone was furious and quickly bowed to Zhang Jiuling to thank him. Then, they started to communicate in a low voice.

"In the Sitianjian, I have seen the zimuth darkness recently. This winter, I'm afraid there will be not too many sunny days." An eighth-rank chief clerk sighed and shook his head repeatedly.

"You Sitian Supervisor still need to watch? Since the beginning of autumn, the rain has not stopped much. When it comes to winter, of course it will be wind and snow!" A supervisor who went to the Australian Supervisor immediately took over the conversation and sighed with emotion.

Before he finished speaking, the head of Dushui Supervisor next to him had already slapped his thighs, "That would be bitter. I am from Dushui Supervisor. It rains and snows, and you can hide in the house to cook the fire. But I have to wear a straw raincoat and patrol around, and I am so tired every day!"

"I'm so tired that I won't die. Zhou and my brothers are on Shuofang. Whenever the river freezes, the Turks will take the opportunity to go south to rob. If the wind and snow are mixed this winter, they can stop everyone. Otherwise, every time I go out for inspection, I can't guarantee whether it's the last time!" At the door, a man dressed in a military general suddenly lifted the curtain and interrupted in a muffled voice.

The discussion stopped, and everyone turned their heads and looked up and down at the person. They saw that this person had a wide shoulders and a wide back, looking like a majestic appearance. Unfortunately, his face was covered with weapons and had an ugly scar, which was obliquely slanted from the corner of his left eye and his right lips. When he spoke, the scar jumped like a bug, making his face look particularly ferocious.

"The Turkic people are invading again?" Zhang Jiuling didn't care about the person's face, and took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "Didn't it mean that once General Manager Zhang arrived in Shuofang, the Turkic people retreated without fighting?"

"That's a big Turk, of course I dare not confront General Zhang head-on. But the Turks regard the horse's back as their home and come and go. When the big soldiers left, the small soldiers were like gadflies and rushed over and bite you when they saw an opportunity. This time, General Zhang heard that a new gunpowder was released by the imperial court, which can be used to burn the enemy's army or to clean up wounds. Therefore, he specially sent a Beishi back and asked the Ministry of War to allocate a group to Shuofang for trial. The next surname is Zhou and his name is Jianliang, and he is a small soldier in the Shuofang army. Dear officials, who is in the military weapon supervisor, please give me some convenience. Let me introduce what exactly is that gunpowder?!"

"Then you really asked the right person today." Seeing that the martial artist was wearing a seventh-grade uniform, the officials knew that he must be the confidant of Zhang Renyuan, the chief general of Shuofang, turned their eyes to Zhang Qian and introduced him with a smile. "This is Zhang Zhengzhu of the Military Arts Supervision Gunpowder Department. The secret recipes for refining gunpowder and using them are all done by him."

"I'm sorry, Chief Zhang, answered Zhou's doubts!" ​​Although Zhou Jianliang was a martial artist, he spoke politely. He immediately bowed down and bowed to Zhang Qian with his fists.

"General Zhou, don't be polite!" I admire Zhou Jianliang for being injured for the country, and Zhang Qian did not push back and stood up and smiled and introduced to the other party, "Gunpowder is also called alcohol. As the name suggests, it is the essence extracted from alcohol. Military weapon surveillance made two types of gunpowder, one is specially used to set fire, and the other is used to clean wounds. If you want to kill the enemy better, you can..."

"Stop it, stop it, the auspicious beast ran away!"

"Don't use weapons, how can auspicious beasts be killed with weapons? Catch them with their hands!"

"oops"

"No, Wang Jian Sect is dead, Wang Jian Sect is kicked to death by auspicious beasts."

"Be careful, the auspicious beast is coming here. Block him, block him..."

As soon as he spoke, a few screams suddenly came from outside the room. Then, screams, scoldings, and help were heard.

Everyone turned their heads and looked out the window nervously. In the sunset, between the carved beams and painted buildings, there was a beast with a height of more than two meters, a horse-headed, python neck, cowhide leopard print, and a pair of short-horned beasts, rushing left and right, as if entering a no-man's land.

Wherever you pass, the guards and eunuchs who were unable to dodge were knocked away, kicked over, and lying all over the ground screaming. What auspicious beast, everyone might as well guess. Happy noon, drunkard
Chapter completed!