Although the rain was not heavy, it was extremely cold.
In the wind and drizzle, a group of hundreds of brave knights came on horseback. Their faces were covered by cloaks that protected them from the rain. The world was filled with the sound of horse hooves stepping on the muddy water and the sound of their riding whips.
The galloping war horse continuously sprays white hot air from the bridle. The galloping hooves of the war horse bring up the muddy water on the ground, which falls on the knight's silk raincoat, forming patches of mottled water.
This was the official road leading to Fuzhou, and this cavalry team was Zhu Yunxi and his entourage who traveled day and night. After leaving the capital, he did not put on any show of being a prince's imperial envoy. Instead, he left the civil servants from the Household Department of the Inspectorate behind and personally took He Guangyi with him.
Fu Rang, the Liao brothers and other guards galloped over.
If Yingtian Mansion is the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty, then what you see after leaving the capital is the most real human world. Entering Fuzhou, you can see the cold wind and rain everywhere, and large areas of farmland are soaked in floods. Originally,
The plump rice ears were bent by the flood.
Huh! Zhu Yunxi reined in the horse's head, the war horse brayed twice, and the horse's hoofs stepped hard several times in the muddy water.
Where are you? Zhu Yunxi asked loudly.
He Guangyi said loudly from the side, Your Highness, we will reach Fuzhou City in twenty miles. As he said that, he whispered to Zhu Yunxi, Your Highness, the brother who opened the way should have entered the city. Do you want to rest at the inn ahead?
, you change your clothes and wait for the officials from Fuzhou City to come out to pick you up!
Okay! Zhu Yunxi nodded. After driving for several days, everyone was exhausted. Let’s go in and have a bowl of hot soup and tidy up!
Hey! He Guangyi responded loudly, here are two people, hurry up and go to the inn ahead to report that King Wu...
Don't say it's me! Zhu Yunxi stopped him and said to the cavalry who was about to set off, just apply for any official position!
The two cavalrymen who opened the way agreed and disappeared into the drizzle.
There were inns all over the Ming Dynasty, and the inn in Fuzhou was just a few miles away from Zhu Yunxi and his party, and they arrived in a blink of an eye. The new policy of converting inns into postal services had not yet been implemented in Jiangxi, so it was mainly used to receive passing officials.
Jiangxi is a place that lacks a sense of presence in later generations. When people talk about Jiangxi people, the most common name is Jiangxi old cousin. They are not the most outstanding economically, but they are not backward either. To understand more deeply, Jiangxi people are hardworking and hardworking.
In the eyes of capitalists, a person is obedient and willing to work, and is a good labor force who is worth the rest.
However, in this era, Jiangxi had outstanding people, a dense population, and developed agriculture. The number of scholars admitted to the court every year accounted for half of the dynasty. Moreover, in the Ming Dynasty, most of the central ministers and ministers were from Jiangxi, and the total number was only behind Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Moreover, the scholars in Jiangxi are not as fond of forming gangs and ostracizing dissidents as the scholars in Jiangnan. They often attack political opponents without stopping. They are relatively mild-mannered, and the monarch is often more at ease.
Fuzhou is an outstanding place in Jiangxi. It is the hometown of Wang Anshi, Zeng Gong and others, and the eight great families of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Several of them were born in this small Fuzhou.
In a blink of an eye, the post station arrived. Zhu Yunxi's war horse entered the yard of the post station, and the post Cheng was already guarding there respectfully with the post soldiers.
Your Majesty, please see Sir Tongzhi! The cavalryman who came to inform the post is the official title of Tongzhi, He Guangyi's Jinyi Guard.
The ones who came were the emperor's personal soldiers, the Imperial Guards. Naturally, Yi Cheng did not dare to neglect him. He held an umbrella diligently and walked to Zhu Yunxi's horse, which was surrounded by people.
Go aside! Liao Yong jumped off his horse first and fended off the Yi Cheng. Zhu Yunxi was the prince, and they had the duty of guarding them. They could not let anyone get close to him casually.
After getting off the horse, Zhu Yunxi stood still for a moment, relaxing his numb legs. When he took another step, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his inner thigh.
As a child of the royal family, riding a horse is a compulsory course. But as he has grown up, he has never spent so much time on a horse. When he is anxious, he does not feel it, but when he relaxes, his whole body aches.
But Zhu Yunxi endured the discomfort on his body without showing anything on his face. He strode towards the inn and offered some warm food, preferably hot soup!
Your Majesty understands! Yi Cheng held up his umbrella and smiled quickly.
Then Liao Yong passed by Yi Cheng, pointed his riding crop at him and said loudly, "Feed our horses, add more bean cakes, boil two eggs and throw them in!" With a flick of his hand, a beautiful silver ingot weighing two ounces was revealed.
Just throw it over.
Don't worry, your official will do it for you right away! Yi Cheng said with a flattering smile.
Yi Cheng was a low-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty, with a rank of ninth grade at most. Not to mention the children of these aristocratic families with eyes on their heads and titles hanging on their bodies. He couldn't afford to offend even an ordinary Jin Yiwei.
Zhu Yunxi took off his cloak and sat down in the lobby of the inn. As soon as he sat down, someone served hot tea in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, Tie Xuan and Xie Jin also came in and sat behind him. Tie Xuan was a descendant of the Semu people, tall and proficient in riding skills. But Xie Jin, a pure scholar, really suffered a lot during his travels.
The originally elegant demeanor on his body has long since disappeared, replaced by a weak and embarrassed look. Sitting on a stool, he spread his legs in an inelegant manner, and from time to time, he would scratch the inside of his thighs, each time.
They all grinned and their eyebrows trembled.
Sir, thank you for your hard work! Zhu Yunxi said calmly.
It's just my duty! Xie Jin replied weakly.
Along the way, Zhu Yunxi was also impressed by Xie Jin. A pampered scholar with eyes on his head could actually grit his teeth and not fall behind, and did not say anything no matter how uncomfortable he was. In addition to his self-esteem, this self-improvement is also touching.
Ji'an is right next to Fuzhou. When things are settled, I'll give you a few days off to go back to your hometown and visit! Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Xie Jin was slightly startled, and then his eyes were filled with surprises. Your Highness and your ministers are going with you? As he said this, his eyebrows moved with laughter. The ancients said that wealth returns to its hometown. If your Highness and your ministers return to their hometown together and visit their humble abode, they will definitely become a part of Ji'an's history.
Good story!
It’s you who has solved the great gentry’s eternal legend! Tie Xuan snorted coldly.
Lao Tie, you are being petty. If your Highness goes to Henan in the future, he can also go to your hometown! Xie Jin muttered dissatisfiedly.
It is a state matter for His Highness to leave the capital! Tie Xuan glanced at Jie Jin, why did he go to my house?
Vulgar! Xie Jin said disdainfully, Lao Tie, you are also an official of the imperial court. Don't talk about me and me, you have to speak in official language!
Tie Xuan's eyelids twitched, and then he squeezed the knuckles of his fists, making a rattling sound.
Xie Jin looked at Zhu Yunxi and found that the latter had a teasing smile on his face. Then he moved his stool and sat aside.
At this time, the food prepared for everyone by the inn was also brought out, including steamed rice, hot fish soup, fried pork with garlic sprouts, and several pots of side dishes.
The officials received at the inn were provided with food and drinks according to their grade, but Zhu Yunxi and his party were too numerous, so in a hurry, this was all they had.
After a mouthful of delicious fish soup, all the coldness and fatigue in the body are dispelled.
The postmaster smiled at the side and said, "Sir, there is Magu wine that has been aged for three years in the posthouse. It is the best for relieving fatigue. Do you want to try it?"
Zhu Yunxi's face instantly darkened and he sneered, "There's a big disaster in Jiangxi and the people can't even eat. You still have wine here?"
As the saying goes, "living and transferring Qi, nourishing and transferring body". Zhu Yunxi was originally the grandson of the emperor, and he was with the old man every day. When he spoke, he had the aura of a king without realizing it.
Yi Cheng glanced at Zhu Yunxi's eyes and suddenly became so flustered that his legs became weak and he almost knelt down.
As a postmaster, his job is to welcome and send people off, and his eyes are the best at identifying dignitaries. When he saw these royal guards carefully surrounding the teenage boy in front of him, he knew that he was an extraordinary nobleman.
.
He wanted to flatter him, but he didn't expect to hit the horse's leg. Moreover, the guards in imperial robes around him were all looking at him eagerly, and they were stammering and speechless at the moment.
Your Majesty... Young Master! Xie Jin said with a smile, it’s not his fault that the local customs are like this. The people in Fuzhou and Ji’an would rather not eat than drink. Every morning, when the city gate opens and the market is booming,
There are people drinking morning wine everywhere.
As he said that, he smiled again. Drinking wine with meat in the morning is worth a thousand dollars! My father is eighty years old and still drinks two taels every day.
Zhu Yunxi thought about it, looked at the dusty guards and imperial guards around him, turned to He Guangyi and said, would you like some drinks?
Then, without waiting for the astonished He Guangyi to excuse himself, he said to Yi Cheng, "Bring a jar and give a little to each of them. Don't drink more!"
Yi Cheng left with fear, and all the guards were smiling.