On May 15th of the second year of Guangwu, after handling the major frontline affairs, Zhao Yanxun drove back to Beijing.
The current situation is that the Western Barbarian army in Tianshan County no longer poses much of a threat.
In order to survive, these remnant soldiers actually attacked each other, leaving the Jin army to stand aside and watch the fun.
And on the grassland, it is now a mess.
There are millions of people in the Western Barbarians. After four or five months of continuous famine, the population has been reduced by more than half.
But at least the remaining two to three million people poured directly into the grasslands actually controlled by the Xiongnu, causing all kinds of chaos.
On the current grassland, neither Yushan nor King Yikuoxi can fully mobilize their men and horses, and can only allow the melee to continue.
As a result, the pressure on Tianyuguan's defense line increased, because rebel troops attacked from time to time.
Of course, the harassment caused little military pressure. After all, these rebels were poorly equipped, and some only had a pair of fists.
The carrying capacity of the grassland is about one million people at most, and now there are still four million people on both sides of the war, which means that the chaos will continue for a long time.
However, Zhao Yanxun no longer cares much about these things. After all, there are still a lot of things waiting for him in the country.
First of all, the four northern counties are still occupied by zombies, and it takes great effort to wipe them out.
Secondly, we need to inventory the acres of land, then carry out tax reform and restrict the privileges of officials and gentry.
On the fifth day of the sixth lunar month, flags were flying at the south gate of the capital city. Countless people gathered inside and outside the city, and the words "Long live the emperor" were always used in their conversations.
They were beaming with joy and preached the emperor's achievements to their companions, and everyone was enthusiastic.
The people were talking loudly, but the hundreds of officials lined up outside the city gate seemed particularly quiet at the moment.
Just because they had received the news, the imperial driver was no more than five miles away.
When the imperial driver returned to Luan, all the officials were required to go out thirty miles from the city to greet him, but Zhao Yanxun specifically issued an order not to do so, because this would consume more national wealth.
As time goes by, the people inside and outside the city have gradually calmed down, and the persuasion of the government officials is indispensable among them.
In the distance, on the official road, you can already see the flying dragon cavalry, and the emperor's chariot is about to arrive.
On both sides of the official road, soldiers of the Forbidden Army were already guarding, and Luan drove the ceremonial guard and moved forward safely.
Last year, Zhao Yanxun left with light concubines, but this time he came back with a huge team, with four to five thousand honor guards and escorts, not including the troops escorting along the way.
Finally, the whole team stopped.
Outside Zhao Yanxun's carriage, two cabinet ministers had arrived in person.
"The humble ministers bow to the emperor, long live my emperor!"
"No gift!"
After the two stood up, they heard Lu Chaowen say: "Your Majesty, please move!"
You will take a horse-drawn carriage when you return, while you will take a sedan chair when traveling to the capital.
"Can!"
Zhao Yanxun replied, and a eunuch immediately lifted the curtain.
After getting off the carriage and looking at the sea of people in front of him, Zhao Yanxun had a smile on his face.
The battle was won, and he was in a good mood during this period.
Under the guidance of the two cabinet ministers, Zhao Yanxun arrived in front of the city gate. Hundreds of officials and countless people were present, and they all kowtowed at this moment.
"Long live the Emperor..."
"Long live the Emperor..."
"Long live the Emperor..."
There were so many people that their shouts directly suppressed the voices of the officials.
In the eyes of the people, Zhao Yanxun is equal to a god, so they respect him endlessly and shout out their sincere voices.
Normally, the emperor would be under martial law when traveling. Few emperors could experience the scene in front of them, and few people could see the emperor, even if they just looked at a figure from a distance.
Standing in front of thousands of subjects, Zhao Yanxun held his leather belt in his hands and solemnly said: "No courtesy!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After saying this, all the officials stood up, but the common people were still kneeling on the ground, refusing to get up no matter how the ceremony officials reminded them.
"The emperor led the troops to wipe out the barbarians, and the people bathed in the emperor's grace. On this occasion of victory, I naturally couldn't help myself and asked the emperor to forgive me!" Cheng Wenguang said with a smile.
It was Zhao Yanxun who asked the people to come, so how could he be angry because of it?
Walking towards the carriage, Zhao Yanxun said calmly: "Cheng Qing, am I such a stingy person?"
Cheng Wenguang hurriedly bowed down and said, "Your Majesty has a deep heart, but this minister is lying!"
"Hahaha……"
Zhao Yanxun laughed and said no more. Soon he came to the sedan.
Zhao Yanxun got on the sedan chair, and amid the shouts of the ceremony officials, the dumpling was lifted up by more than thirty people.
"The Emperor returns to Luan..."
At this moment, the guard of honor was in place, and amid the sound of drums, the sedan rushed towards the palace.
Entering the city, there is the main street leading to the palace, which is about a hundred meters wide.
At this moment, there were troops enforcing martial law on both sides of the street, but there were still a large number of people kneeling on both sides, shouting "Long live" to welcome the emperor's triumphant return.
The capital city had a population of 800,000, and almost all of them came to welcome the emperor, so from the south gate to the outside of the imperial city, people were kneeling for more than ten miles.
There was no need for government mobilization. After learning that His Majesty the Emperor was about to return to Beijing, they all dropped what they were doing and spontaneously came to kneel down to greet the Emperor.
"Long live the Emperor..."
"Long live the Emperor..."
Listening to the roar of the people and the impassioned performance of the accompanying band, even Zhao Yanxun, who has a calm mind, felt excited at this moment.
With people's support for this, Zhao Yanxun will surely be famous throughout the ages and will be proud of the emperors of all ages.
The title of knighthood felt unreal to Xu Hong and others, and Zhao Yanxun also felt unreal to what was happening in front of him.
Suddenly, the situation in his past life appeared in his mind, making him confused about what was real and what was false.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
"The Emperor...has arrived outside the Huangji Gate!"
Cheng Wenguang's warning voice outside the sedan pulled Zhao Yanxun out of his fantasy, and half an hour had passed before he knew it.
Stepping out of the sedan chair, I looked at the officials around me, at the tall and majestic palace gate in front of me, and at the majestic main hall behind the palace gate.
Zhao Yanxun understands...what is in front of him is reality.
As he walked forward, more and more Huangji Palace, which symbolized imperial power, appeared in his sight.
He is an emperor, an emperor who truly controls the civil servants and follows the laws and regulations in his mouth.
This is his palace, where he will establish even greater achievements in the world of Tongyu.
The imperial hegemony was right in front of him, but at this moment Zhao Yanxun thought of something else.
Stopping, Zhao Yanxun turned around and looked at the civil and military officials behind him.
"My parents are not traveling far away. I have been away from Beijing for more than half a year. I have not been able to show my filial piety to the Queen Mother. Now that I have returned to the palace... it is time to go to the Queen Mother to pay my respects!"
"Every minister can go back to his place. I will discuss state affairs with you at the court meeting tomorrow!"
In other words, Zhao Yanxun doesn't want to talk nonsense with the officials now. He just wants to go back to the harem to reunite with his family. After all, the emperor is also a human being.
Of course, the family in Zhao Yanxun's heart was only two or three, and the Queen Mother only had a reason to move out.
Of course, the concubines of the harem were all gathered in the Yanshou Palace at this moment, so Zhao Yanxun was right to go see the Queen Mother.
"The emperor's benevolence and filial piety can be said to be the law of the world!"
"Your Majesty, please go away. I'll be fine with you!"
For a time, there was constant flattery outside the Huangji Gate. Who still remembers that two years ago, a large number of loyal ministers were massacred.
Turning around, Zhao Yanxun quickened his pace, walked onto the chariot parked at the palace gate, and walked deep into the palace surrounded by the chamberlains.
Leaning on the backrest, Zhao Yanxun took off the Panlong Wusha Yishan crown on his head and glanced at the tall Huangji Hall in front of him.
