On the twenty-fifth day of the first lunar month of the first year of Jingping, the weather was fine and the sun was rising.
Today will be the day of the audience. The thousand-level officers who arrived at Bei'an Prefecture were called to their feet early by the officials of the capital.
After these people had dressed and washed, Beidi Dusi had prepared breakfast, and all services were attentive.
When the time came to the first quarter of the morning (7 o'clock in the morning), the clerks informed everyone to get out of the yard. At this moment, all the thousand-level officers from the three forces appeared in the alley.
In the past two years, the three parties have become enemies of each other and have been constantly attacking each other.
But now, they are all subordinates of Prince Yong's Mansion, magically turning from enemies into friends.
In the alley, the three forces each stood in one place, clearly distinguishable from each other, and they all talked about what was going to happen next.
Miracles? What miracles? Are there really miracles in this world? This is the core issue of everyone.
On the second day of the lunar month (7:15), the officials directed everyone to line up.
A booklet has been made in advance for the names of all officers with a thousand households and above, and now they only need to read from the booklet.
Every time a person is mentioned, that person should walk out of the line to the front and stand in his/her position in order.
The first one that comes to mind is the first-level general envoys, with only six people including Ding Hong, followed by the larger number of commanders and envoys, and then the largest number, the first-level Qianhu.
After the name of the last person was read out, the roll call official shouted loudly: "This is an audience of one hundred and seventy-eight people, all of them are here!"
Until this moment, no one present knew how big the scale of today's meeting was.
The scene fell silent, and the clerks stood still without saying a word, leaving everyone else in silence.
Time gradually passed, and about five minutes later, Yan Jianzhang appeared in front of everyone.
"Everyone, remember your current position, especially those in the first row. When you go to Dusi later... make sure you don't stand in the wrong position!"
"Stand, please come with me to Dusi!"
"Everyone please!"
Everyone followed Yan Jianzhang away. They thought they would have to walk a long way, but in the end they only crossed two streets.
The Beidi Dusi is now garrisoned by second-level guards under Wang Zong.
When everyone enters the Dusi Yamen, they have to pass by these second-level guards at close range.
A full set of armor, powerful soldiers, and high and persevering morale all reflect the strength of this army.
The strength of the army means the strength of the palace, and everyone has a new understanding of the strength of the palace.
Originally, many people thought that the only way the palace could control them was through food.
But now it seems that their strong military strength may be a more powerful and faster-effective method.
Everyone entered the gate, but instead of going to the front lobby, they were led to the west side door.
When everyone was puzzled, the front suddenly became clear. This was originally the polo field of King Xijing, with an area as large as two basketball courts.
Of course, in the eyes of these attendees, this place should be called a school field.
To the north of the school grounds, a platform as high as one person has been set up, with a throne placed on it.
It's just that it's empty at the moment, with only a dozen guards standing around.
Looking around, Zhou Lixing couldn't help but said: "It turns out that you are meeting here, His Highness King Yong's behavior is really unusual!"
At this time, Wu Jianqing reminded: "Don't talk too much, keep the rules here!"
Everyone immediately stopped talking and stood in the formation they had arranged before.
On the road just now, a clerk had told them about etiquette, and now everyone was memorizing it in their hearts to avoid making mistakes later.
At the exact moment of the hour (eight o'clock in the morning), everyone had been standing in the school grounds for nearly half an hour, and no one spoke in the middle.
Of course, even though he didn't say a word, everyone had complaints in their hearts.
At this moment, a sedan chair carried by eight people drove in from the east side gate of the school grounds, followed by several senior officers, none other than Wang Chengfang Sheng and others.
On the carriage sedan, Zhao Yanxun wore a red round-necked dragon robe, which directly attracted the attention of the audience.
Things like aura are illusory to say the least.
But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, especially the senior officials standing in the front row, the eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy on the sedan chair had an extremely powerful aura under his plain expression.
At this moment, everyone present finally understood why the young King Yong was able to establish a foundation in such troubled times, and how he was able to defeat the three forces in the North and surrender within half a year...
"I'm afraid such a person is rare to see in hundreds of years. Maybe he is really the person sent by heaven to save the world..." Zhou Lixing, the most stubborn person, couldn't help but murmur in his heart at this moment.
At this moment, Yan Jianzhang was heard shouting: "Kneel down!"
There were more than a hundred people present, all kneeling on the ground, waiting for Zhao Yanxun's sedan chair to pass by.
Kneeling represents surrender. Everyone on the scene knelt without any hesitation.
After a few breaths, the chariot and sedan landed in front of the stage.
Zhao Yanxun stood up and got off the carriage, turned around and glanced at everyone present, then stepped up the steps with a slight smile.
This smile, in the eyes of everyone, is a confident smile, a powerful smile, a kind smile...
The palace's strength and Zhao Yanxun's aura have already impressed them, so naturally they will think a lot about this simple smile at this moment.
When Zhao Yanxun sat down on the throne on the high platform, he heard Yan Jianzhang shouting: "Bye!"
Immediately, the crowd shouted from below: "I will bow to the prince!"
After bowing and kowtowing, everyone knocked their heads to the ground, waiting for Zhao Yanxun to shout.
After a few breaths, Zhao Yanxun's voice came from the high platform: "Ping Shen!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Everyone stood up one after another, but they could only stand there with their heads lowered, unable to look at Zhao Yanxun.
"I know that some of you were worried that I would be unfavorable to you before coming here..."
This sentence alone made many people at the scene feel guilty, especially some people such as Wu Jianqing.
"Now I just want to ask you, now that you have arrived in Bei'an Mansion, how are you eating? How are you sleeping?"
No one answered at the scene, but Zhao Yanxun's unique speech moved his thoughts. Now that I think about it, it is indeed quite good.
"You all raise your heads, don't be all downcast. If I want to reuse you, you must let me know what you look like!"
A little joke made everyone present raise their heads.
"Well... I can see that you all have good food and accommodation in Bei'an Mansion!"
Everyone at the scene had smiles on their faces. They just thought everything in front of them was fun.
But then, Zhao Yanxun said with a serious expression: "Whether it's food or accommodation, as long as the palace has it, I can provide it to you!"
"But you must remember that from now on you have a new identity, and that is the ministers of Prince Yong's Mansion!"
"As ministers of the royal palace, you should put loyalty first and strictly implement the royal palace's edicts..."
"I don't have to hold you accountable for things in the past, and I can also forgive you for the mistakes you made!"
Having said this, Zhao Yanxun stood up from the throne and took two steps forward. His expression became more serious and he said: "But if from today on, if you dare to violate the royal edict and violate it, I will never tolerate it..."
It was warm sunshine and wind just now, but now it is like a storm. Zhao Yanxun's two faces also let everyone at the scene know that this eighteen-year-old lord is also very kind and powerful.
Sitting back on the throne, Zhao Yanxun continued: "In order for you to go about your business with peace of mind, you need to be relieved of your worries..."
"I know that your biggest difficulty is food. Now I tell you that the most indispensable thing in the palace is food!"
"Three days ago, I prayed to God and asked the Emperor to give me food. The Emperor has already agreed..."
Asking God for food, such an exaggerated and unreliable thing, Zhao Yanxun said it was very ordinary.
This shocked everyone present. Could it be that King Yong, whom people like him admired, was actually a magician who pretended to be a god?
Anyone with a normal mind would have doubts about this kind of thing.
Although the doubts on everyone's faces were not written on their faces, Zhao Yanxun could feel it.
But it doesn't matter, the more these people question now, the more convinced they will be later.