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600 Commendation Conference 1

December 29, in Yuanyang City.

In the severe cold, there are always no people on the long street.

People stay at home and do simple jobs to supplement their household expenses.

In a yard somewhere in Nancheng, I saw an old man chopping firewood, and a man beside him was helping.

They were doing such physical work that even though they were wearing thin clothing, they didn't feel cold at all in the snow.

Just listen to the old man say: "I heard those government servants chatting that today the prince is going to reward meritorious people, I wonder if Xiao Lin is involved!"

The man on the side replied: "Dad, Xiao Lin is very capable. He sent news back a few days ago, saying that he had made great contributions... maybe he really is here this time!"

These two people are the father and son of the Chen family, and Hu Xiaolin is their son-in-law.

"Not to mention...this kid is really promising, much better than you!" Father Chen said, waving his hatchet.

"Dad...am I hopeless?" Chen Dalang was very unconvinced.

…………

While the Chen family and his son were talking nonsense, a large number of people were walking towards the palace in Longqianfang, Beicheng on the other side.

These people, dressed in all kinds of clothes, walked directly to the main gate of the palace.

I saw these people taking out "documents" from their hands, and after the guards at the door checked, they were put back one by one.

This scene is extremely strange.

If someone who didn't know about it saw this scene, they would be extremely surprised. Has the palace turned into a large courtyard?

Of course, the palace is not a large courtyard. These people dressed in "all kinds of weird" clothes are the guests invited by Zhao Yanxun.

These people include craftsmen, farmers and other craftsmen. Although their identities are different, they are somewhat similar.

They are selected by the various prefectures and counties in Longyou and are the best in all walks of life. There are only three places in each prefecture and county. These can be regarded as one in a million.

In the words of Zhao Yanxun in his previous life, these people are "advanced individuals" in all walks of life.

Although they entered the palace openly and openly, as soon as they stepped onto the steps of the palace, these people felt uneasy.

What's more, he was directly suppressed by the momentum of the palace, and he didn't even have the courage to step into the palace, so he was pulled in by the courtesy officer who led the way.

The ceremony officials thought that these people had never seen the world and would look around and chatter non-stop after entering the palace.

But the situation at the scene was that after entering the palace, these "advanced individuals" were as docile as rabbits, and they all walked forward with their heads lowered.

Only those who were brave dared to quietly look up and look around, but there was nothing to be seen surrounded by high walls.

Enter the palace gate and go west, go all the way to the end and then turn north, and everyone continues to walk forward.

In front of me were the guards who had come off their shift and were walking in a queue. The row of houses next to them were used by the guards on duty.

Nowadays, the guards of the palace are also serving as the avant-garde. These soldiers are wearing brand-new armor, and they all look very heroic, making those who enter the palace think of heavenly soldiers and generals.

"One, two, one...one, two, one..."

Although they didn't understand the meaning of the number recited by the flag officer leading the team, the sound of the neat steps was pleasing to the eyes of everyone.

Soon, everyone reached the west gate, and the ceremony officer led everyone out of the palace gate and continued walking along the passage.

Arriving outside a gate, the etiquette officer said to everyone: "Come in with me..."

There are soldiers guarding both sides of the gate.

You can see through the door that officials are already present inside.

"After entering, don't talk nonsense, stand still according to my instructions, and never move around!"

At this time, someone in the team said: "Sir...sir...what should I do if I have an urgent need to urinate?"

The rest of the people wanted to laugh, but they could only hold it in as best they could at this moment.

Several ceremony officials looked unkind, and one of them glared at everyone and said: "Whoever has urine, go and deal with it now..."

"I……"

"I have it too..."

At one time, more than ten people had to relieve themselves. These people did not do it intentionally, but because they were too nervous.

A ceremony official pointed to the people who wanted to urinate and said, "You guys, follow me..."

After a lot of fuss and a full dozen minutes, these people were brought into the school grounds. Fortunately, they still had plenty of time.

These advanced individuals were divided into four columns, each with a white dot mark under their feet. They were standing neatly in place.

In front of them, there were two groups of officials, civil and military, standing a little more loosely at the moment, communicating with each other.

Perhaps it was because the officials' chat was contagious that everyone who had been standing there for a while began to talk in low voices.

"Stand still, stand still... don't talk, don't look around!"

There were courtesy officers to maintain order and discipline on the scene was not broken, but they did not bother with those officials.

Two minutes later, everyone heard footsteps again.

"One, two, one...one, two, one..."

The sound came from behind, and everyone turned around to look, only to see a large group of soldiers lined up in order, walking in their direction.

There are a hundred people in this team, including officers and soldiers. They are the "models" in the army selected by the Privy Council, and they are here to receive commendations today.

Pa…pa…pa…

The footsteps were sonorous and powerful. When the team came to the left side of the "people's team", they heard the leading officer order: "Step..."

The entire team stopped immediately, and everyone began to step on the spot, moving neatly as one.

"Stand...fix!" the officer's voice was very penetrating.

With two snaps, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and the entire team was as motionless as a mountain.

The soldiers and officers looked forward. A high platform had been set up there, the throne had been placed on it, and four young eunuchs were standing on the left and right.

On the left and right sides of the high platform, there are twenty musicians on each side, and they will play music in a while.

As these soldiers arrived and remained in place without saying a word, their behavior seemed to be contagious, causing everyone else on the scene to become quiet.

Those who will be commended today are these sergeants and civilians. It can be said that the protagonists have already arrived.

On the other side of the hall, Zhao Yanxun was in a very bad mood.

News just came that a group of Imperial Army soldiers who were shunted to Liyan Mansion mutinied and fled after a fierce battle with the escorting soldiers.

Wearing a red tuanlongyuan collar robe, Zhao Yanxun hurriedly walked into the east side hall, followed by Huo An holding his crown and hat.

Arriving in front of the sand table, Zhao Yanxun immediately located the place where the mutiny took place, which was the junction of Liyan Mansion and Gu Meng Mansion.

"Lin Quan..." Zhao Yanxun's tone was filled with anger.

"The slave is here!" Lin Quan rushed over immediately.

"This matter needs to be investigated strictly. What is going on? It's so good, why did these forbidden troops mutiny!"

"My slave, please take your orders and lead people to investigate in person!"

Lin Quan knew that this matter was important, so he decided to go alone. He was worried about others going.

"Go now!"

"yes!"

With Zhao Yanxun's strict order, Lin Quan did not dare to delay at all, turned around and walked out of the hall.

There were only two hundred mutinous Imperial Guards soldiers. There were only two outcomes for these people who fled in all directions, either being captured or being bitten to death by zombies.

"These bastards... none of them tell the truth. I think some people in the guardhouse should be punished!" Zhao Yanxun said in a bad tone.

The Guards Army expanded rapidly. Although the troops were trained according to strict military training and drills, the abilities of the officers were inevitably uneven.

Because of this, Zhao Yanxun opened a martial arts lecture hall and actively accepted the Imperial Guards because he lacked talents.

Looking at the little eunuch appearing at the door of the hall, Huo An lowered his head and reminded: "Your Majesty... the time is coming, and the school grounds are ready!"

Turning around, Zhao Yanxun breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Let's go!"


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