"Fang, Fang Sinong, is the governor of the county, but he doesn't know how long it will take to retrieve my property?"
"The cavalry general in the city is still waiting for me to join him, here!"
Kong Rong finally gave in, but Fang Guang was unwilling to give up. He glanced at Kong Rong with a smile but not a smile, waved, and Guan Hai understood, and took a few steps to the young man's horse.
"Guan Xiaowei, the spring festival is coming, Yuan Shao has many plans, and we have to be on guard!"
"You and the soldiers must carefully inspect the luggage of Prime Minister Kong Guo, repeat it over and over again, and there must be no mistakes!"
"promise!"
"If the inspection is not completed, the Prime Minister and his family will naturally not be able to enter the city!"
"I think we may have to camp outside Xuchang City in the next few days. There is a forest there, which can withstand the severe cold in spring. You can go and camp here temporarily!"
"Before the Spring Festival, the search must be completed. Dong Cheqi misses you, so you can come here. It's cold and freezing, so you can drink this wine to your heart's content!"
"Ha ha!"
When Fang Guang said this, Man Chong couldn't bear it anymore and looked up to the sky laughing.
Looking at Kong Rong's crooked nose and Fang Guang's star-like eyes, Boning couldn't help but have a flash of enlightenment in his heart.
It must be painful for the young man next to him to be his enemy. Being able to make friends with Fang Datong may be the greatest blessing in his life!
That night, the cavalry general did not leave the city after all, and shared the joys and sorrows with the Kong Rong brothers.
On the other hand, Man Chong's hearty laughter from the Sinong Mansion echoed in the streets of Xuchang, frightening everyone in the Xuchang Mansion who were familiar with this cruel official's style.
Ma Teng took his two disabled sons into the city, but Kong Rong was not allowed to enter the city.
The commander of the Central Guard Army controls the four gates in the city, and when he takes action, he plays with generosity.
This matter triggered a lot of discussion in the city, and Emperor Xian and Dong Cheng became more and more afraid of the young man.
When the people of Xuchang discussed it, they naturally favored the young man, despised Ma Teng, a barbarian from the northwest, and regretted that the saint Houyi and Kongrong had died.
One day later, the Yellow Turban brothers under Guan Hai inspected almost all of Kong Rong's underwear before deciding that Kong Beihai's luggage was safe.
Kong Rong held back his anger and rode straight into the slowly opening east gate of Xuchang. As soon as he entered, he was used to the city of Ye as a boy and the prosperous saint Houyi of Chang'an was also shocked by the prosperity of Xuchang.
In the chessboard-like market, a dense crowd of people, shouting and laughing, rushed towards the south gate together.
You can also see the children of the Le family and craftsmen wearing Nuo opera masks, walking together through the streets amidst the cheers of the people.
"Old man, may I ask what's going on in the city today? Why is it so lively?"
"Is it going to be a big show and the emperor is going on tour?"
After three days of training, Kong Rong lost his arrogance and put on a friendly face. He grabbed an old man who had limited legs and feet and could not run fast and asked.
The old man was only interested in watching the excitement, so he was very unhappy when someone grabbed him. He turned around and glanced at Kong Rong, who had high hairline and high cheekbones, with a slight look of contempt.
"You are not from Yuzhou, are you? You don't even know about today's spring festival?"
"The Emperor and Sinong have already arrived at the altar by the Qingdang River in the south of the city. In half an hour, it will be time for the most handsome man in the world to perform the sacrificial ceremony. Are you still holding me?"
The people in Xuchang City are prosperous, and there are many ordinary people wearing the same clothes as Kong Rong. Kong Beihai's three-high style does not show off his style, but is a bit rustic.
"The most handsome man in the world? This is him?"
"Grandpa, he is indeed from a foreign country. The most handsome, elegant and heroic man in Xuchang City is naturally Fang Guang and Fang Datong!"
"I heard that the four ladies in his family are also as beautiful as flowers! Diao Chan is one of them!"
"Sigh. If it weren't for Diao Chan, maybe I would be the one Mr. Fang likes!"
Next to the old man, the granddaughter looked ordinary, but she thought she was very beautiful. Looking at the old man and the young one, talking about Fang Guang, her face was full of fascination. Kong Rong seemed to be missing something, and let go of the hand holding the old man's sleeve.
Nima's bravery means roughness and brutality, right? As for elegance, does the Yellow Turban Colonel also deserve to be called elegance?
I was so angry that I calculated carefully that today was indeed the day of the Spring Festival.
Spring festivals in the Han Dynasty were held on the vernal equinox.
There are various rituals such as writing, sowing, whipping oxen, and plowing.
Since the Qin Dynasty, agriculture and mulberry trees have been the foundation of the world. Si Nong, who is in charge of agriculture and mulberry trees, is also nominally the head of the nine ministers.
On the day of the Spring Festival, the emperor would personally toast Houji to pray for good weather!
"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Let's also go to the Spring Festival. I want to see how Fang Guang, a boy with vulgar behavior, can preside over such an important matter. Today, he will definitely make a fool of himself!"
Kong Rong was full of malice, but fortunately he didn't speak loudly.
Otherwise, if the people of Xuchang hear it, they may not be able to escape.
A group of people from Beihai hurried towards the south of the city, crossed the moat and the south gate of Xuchang. Kong Rong couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. There were more than ten thousand people gathered in front of him.
The road was blocked by darkness, and nowhere could one move except the emperor and the ministers.
"Wen Ju Gong, is this Wen Ju Gong? I am Wu Shuo. I met Wen Ju Gong in Beihai back then!"
Kong Rong was in a state of anxiety when he heard the person beside him speaking. He turned his head and saw Dong Cheng Tiezhi, admonishing Lang Wu Shuo, wearing a ceremonial robe and looking at him with surprise on his face.
Wu Shuo was a close official of the emperor, but as he was galloping on the road to the ministers, he didn't have time to ask questions carefully, so he pulled Kong Rong onto his horse and ran straight towards the Qingyi River.
More than ten miles away from Xuchang City, not far from the mouth of the Sancha River, surrounded by mountains and rivers, a high sacrificial platform has been built long ago.
When Kong Rong arrived, Fang Guang, dressed in a black robe and crown, was reciting sacrificial inscriptions on the high platform.
Since the advent of the Zhou rites, there have been fixed sacrificial texts for farmers and mulberry sacrifices. After Kong Rong listened to a few words, Fang Guang’s clear and clear voice found that they were not commonly used sacrificial texts.
"Agriculture is the foundation of the country, the foundation of the country, and the lifeblood of all people!"
"Moral governance can be the same as the wind, and hard work can be the same as the rain. Under the gaze of the God of Houji, and the interaction between heaven and man, the land of Jiuzhou has no place to hide from floods, droughts, and locust plagues!"
Although the memorial text drafted by Fang Guang himself is not as neat as the pre-Qin text, the meaning of loving farmers is clear in words.
On the high platform, the Emperor Xian and the Queen showed no emotion at all, their expressions unchanged.
The aborigines of Yuzhou in the audience, the Yellow Turban soldiers who have been exiled here, and the refugees from all over the world can deeply feel the sincerity of Sinong at that time.
Many rough men had never cried during the war, but at this time, they could not help but shed tears on the land of the vernal equinox.
Above the stage is a square, black crown. Since the Qin Dynasty, the black crown has been the heaviest dress.
Today, Fang Guang is on the stage, with his long hair hanging down, his face like jade, holding a long sword and chanting, and he looks indescribably chic.
Under the high platform, Cai Yan, Diao Chan and the other girls saw their husband's handsome and handsome appearance, and the little stars in their eyes couldn't help but shine.
Even Kong Rong bit his tongue in horror. He couldn't believe that the handsome and mysterious Fang Guang on the stage was the domineering military leader at the South Gate of Xuchang a few days ago!
Fang Guang is the domineering military leader at the South Gate of Xuchang a few days ago!