The weather in Youjing City lost its gentle temper and became gloomy and violent.
There were three heavy rains in three days, each with thunder and lightning and each one terrifying Kyoto.
The so-called thunder in autumn means thieves are everywhere.
The people living in Youjing have rarely seen such weather, but their ancestors have come from the farmland, and they firmly believe that autumn rain accompanied by thunder is definitely not a good sign.
It does not mean that any disaster is coming, but it at least means that the coming year is likely to have frequent rain, snow, floods and droughts, and the harvest will drop sharply, resulting in a large number of robberies.
Sure enough, on the fourth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the northern part of Zhongzhou, starting from Tahe Chengguan in Xing'an in the east and ending at Ulanbat City in Mengdi in the west, a line of beacon fire stretched for three thousand miles, and the Wala people sounded the clarion call for a full-scale invasion of Zhongzhou!
The smoke of gunpowder crossed the mountains and shrouded the hearts of the people in Kyoto.
Although the last large-scale invasion by foreign barbarians failed to reach the outside of Youjing City, for the people who have lived in peace for nearly twenty years and have just celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, the war drums from the north seem to be beating on their chests, and they are so anxious.
It makes people breathless.
Until this time, there were rumors that the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, which had been suspended for two years, had resumed a few days ago.
Sounds as soft as mosquitoes and buzzing began to appear in the streets and alleys.
It's probably either that he's stupid or stupid, or that he's been punished by God...
If it hadn't been for the subsequent news that General Fengguo went to the front line to command the resistance against the enemy that night, the people of Youjing would have been unable to sleep all night.
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The depressive atmosphere in Youjing City did not last long.
In other words, it is only a short day.
It's not that people's memories are as short as fish's, but it's not helpful to worry too much.
When the sky falls, there will always be someone high to hold it up. As long as the flames of war have not reached our doorstep, we can live our lives as usual.
Only people who often walk around the imperial city will find that there are more carriages and horses going in and out of the palace these days, and it is very fast, coming and going even faster. It is really like the "hundreds of thousands of urgent" things mentioned in the play.
But as long as the important matters of family and country have not reached the point of recruiting young men, it is not their turn to worry about them.
After seeing more cars coming and going, everyone began to get used to it.
Many times people are so simple and simple.
In comparison, affairs in the court are often very complicated, as changeable and treacherous as the weather.
But sometimes the sky is clear and clear. It's very simple and clear.
As long as there is only one voice in the court.
In fact, in the past ten years or so, the voices in the court have not been many or complex.
Especially after Emperor Jing passed away and Emperor Yan succeeded to the throne, the number of voices in the court never even exceeded one hand.
Although the cabinet is still responsible for reviewing all major and minor memorials across the country, drafting opinions, and then submitting them to the emperor for approval through the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Emperor Yan approved all minor matters and made other plans for major matters. For this reason, the cabinet made its own decision early.
"Dumb point", no longer humiliate yourself.
The Nine Families never speak alone. Every time they go to court, the Nine Families must have finished forming gangs and factions in private. There will only be three voices at most in the court. This is a rule.
In the past few years, the loudest voices in the court were either the eunuchs with a shrill voice or the Wudang with a loud voice.
It's just that these days, it is said that some of those rough people with deep voices are sick inexplicably and are bedridden, and some of them followed General Fengguo's footsteps and rushed north to participate in the war. Only two of them were left in silence in the hall with their mouths tight.
throat.
With the nine families tacitly choosing to be silent, some people quietly watching, and most people remaining silent, the Jinluan Palace was extremely quiet.
Of course, only one voice could be heard in the courtroom.
The young emperor Zhu Yan unfortunately contracted the cold after entertaining his ministers at a banquet on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Although he was not seriously ill, his voice was so hoarse that no one could hear him clearly unless he put it near his mouth.
Yu Tian, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, put his head very close to Emperor Yan's mouth.
All affairs in the court were due to the father-in-law speaking on behalf of the Holy Father.
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night.
A dark starless night.
This was the last time that Yu Tianyu's father-in-law returned to his private residence from the palace in so many years.
It was quiet in the private house.
During the day, the court hall was even more eerily quiet than at this time.
But he enjoyed that feeling very much.
But in order to enjoy that feeling, he had to spend a lot of time and thought on the decoration.
He knows very well that everything has its corresponding chips and prices.
So when he saw the parchment handed over by the butler with eighty-one vague monk patterns and Sanskrit characters printed on it, he knew that someone was coming to ask for chips or price from him.
Yu Tian said: "Is this the seal with the word 'zhe'?"
The housekeeper knew that his master was asking if he had confirmed the authenticity, but no one in the house knew what the golden seal with the character "Zhe" looked like, so he could not identify whether the deliberately blurred seal was indeed "Zhe".
With the word "Zhe" printed on it, I could only bite the bullet and reply: "I don't know."
Yu Tian calmed down after hearing this and said calmly: "That's right, unless we arrest those old monks from Shaolin, no one will be able to recognize him."
The butler lowered his head and tied his hands, nervously waiting for the next question.
Yu Tian said: "Who sent it?"
The steward said: "The leader of the Tushita Gang, Smiling Maitreya, and his subordinates, Shadow Buddha."
Yu Tian took the roll of parchment into his eyes again and examined it carefully, then put it down again and said, "I think it was Lao Sun who folded it in their hands. That makes sense. What requests did they make?"
The steward said: "Smiling Maitreya would like to see the master alone, and then personally offer the golden seal with the character 'zhe' to him."
"Alone, offer?" Yu Tian repeated the two key words and asked with a meaningful smile, "Do you think he really means it, or does he have another conspiracy?"
The steward said: "In my humble opinion, you should be more careful. First set up an ambush to eliminate it, and then find the whereabouts of the golden seal. Anyway, the entire Youjing City is under my control."
Yu Tian nodded and said: "That's right, be careful with the Wannian Ship. It seems that you have found out where they are staying in Beijing?"
The housekeeper said: "Just get drunk among the flowers."
"Drunk among the flowers?"
"yes."
The housekeeper didn't raise his head and didn't see his master's brows frowning, but he could hear that he had a rare mood swing.
"How brave, asking them to meet in the palace!"
"yes!"
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It was already the fifth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival when Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei arrived in Youjing City.
The two of them disguised themselves as a young couple who came to Youjing to sell perfume sachets and powder, and walked along Suzaku Avenue in the southern city of Youjing carrying large luggage.
It was just after noon, and the two of them had just finished eating beef noodles.
Jiang Yichen burped and said, "This is my first time in Beijing."
Leng Mei said: "How do you feel?"
Jiang Yichen said: "The shops in Beijing are all very big, but the portions of food they sell are much smaller, and the things they sell are not much bigger."
Leng Mei said: "The portion of the bowl of beef noodles just now is much less than that of Mindi?"
Jiang Yichen affirmed: "At least one ounce of meat is missing."
Leng Mei said: "What about the price?"
Jiang Yichen said angrily: "It's more than doubled."
Leng Mei followed up and asked, "How does the portion and price compare to that in Gusu City?"
Jiang Yichen compared them carefully in his mind and then said: "It's not far off."
Leng Mei said: "Yes, there are more people in Youjing City than Gusu City, and several times more than the population of the entire Fujian region. Although the pie is big, there are too many people to share it, so naturally every small piece is worth
It has become priceless, that’s why it is said that living in Youjing is not easy!”
"I understand all these principles. Those businessmen also rely on these price differences to make money."
"Fortunately, we brought a lot of money, so we don't have to worry about not being able to afford it. If we throw away these sachet powders, we can have a big meal!"
"Fortunately, I'm not a particularly good eater, so I can save some money."
"Is your impression of this great Kyoto only based on how much money you spend?"
"And..." Jiang Yichen lowered his voice, and Leng Mei naturally leaned over and put her ear close, "There are so many poor and rotten people in the capital. When I heard that there was another war in the north, it was not about drinking to get drunk.
, it’s just dragging out poems and making lyrics, which is extremely ugly to watch and extremely ugly to listen to.”
Leng Mei laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, but she did not forget to argue for the literati: "Hey, otherwise, what do you think they should do?"
Jiang Yichen said: "It's time to eat, it's time to drink, and it's time to sleep."
After hearing this, Leng Mei rolled her eyes, arched her arms into Jiang Yichen's arms, and said with a wicked smile: "Then should we sleep?"
In just over ten days, the two of them traveled almost half of Zhongzhou. If Jiang Yichen had gone on the road by himself, the speed would naturally be faster, but it is conceivable that he would be very tired.
Fortunately, Leng Mei was traveling with him this time, and the itinerary was arranged more reasonably and properly. They also had a good rest on the road, so the two of them were in good condition most of the time and could engage in high-intensity battles at any time.
Upon hearing what Leng Mei said, Jiang Yichen knew that the other party was acting naughty again, but he also knew that he should find a place to settle down first, so he replied happily: "Okay!"
Leng Mei didn't expect that her little Jiang was not shy this time and answered so quickly. She didn't know which inn to stay at, so she asked casually: "Where can I sleep?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yichen quickly replied: "Drunken among the flowers."
"What?!" Leng Mei thought she heard wrongly and asked hurriedly, "Where are you going to sleep?"
Jiang Yichen said slowly and eloquently, "Hua-jian-drunk."
I found that I basically knew nothing about history except for the superficial things I learned in school, and my understanding of the content of the court relied entirely on various search engines. It was really difficult to support rigorous content, and unknowingly I was avoiding shortcomings in a self-protective manner.
I start from Jianghu’s personal perspective, but the problem is that it always feels weird when I watch it.
On the sixth day of the sheep's life, I still have coughing and nasal congestion. Mainly due to listlessness, I feel very tired after looking at the computer for a while. This step of letting go seems to me like a jungle survival law. Everyone should take care of themselves in the future.