The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 245: Quiet as a chill (8)
When Xu Fengnian got on the car, Xu Yanbing asked: "Why don't you walk in and take a look?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "When Xu Xiao was young, he pretended to be a grandson, so he stopped going in. [Full text reading]"
Xu Yanbing smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "The general should think so too."
The carriage drove towards Zhao Jiaweng, which was not far away. It was retreating from the court, and many carriages came oncoming. After all, in addition to the six powerful and powerful departments in the capital, there are also a huge variety of large and small government offices located elsewhere.
A horse-drawn carriage and a horse-riding officer passed by this humble horse-drawn carriage.
Xu Yanbing parked outside the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, and the officials’ carriages or mounts had already taken up the space, making the wide roads that used to enter and exit the yamen still crowded. There is no way. The dignified dynasty is very heavy, and many officials from other ministries who were unwilling to set foot in the Ministry of Ritual before are now looking for a scholar in the Ministry of Ritual. Don't expect to be with Zuo Shilang Jin Lanting, unless it is a first-level person from another department, you will not see each other at all. Having said that, since he has reached the position of the servant, he is not too sluggish, and of course there is no need to use this crude method to win over the relationship.
So when Xu Yanbing just stopped at random, a small official of the Ministry of ceremonies soon came over, but he did not immediately anger and verbalize each other. There are many dragons in the city of Tai'an, and there are already countless **** lessons from the past.]∴ There is a principle, to be kind to others, and to tolerate is to endure, there is certainly nothing wrong with it. It’s better to be a tortoise with a shrunken head than to slash the head with a knife, right?
The little official was very grateful for his cautiousness very quickly. When he saw the clothes of the young man who lifted the curtain, he immediately realized that he was worthy of the Ministry of Rites, compared to the absurdity of the two men in the Department of Defense. , This guy soon made a deep thought, and respectfully said: "See the King of Northern Liang for the next official!"
Xu Fengnian got out of the carriage, nodded, and walked straight to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
The official of the Ministry of Rites behind him waited until Xu Fengnian walked through the gate, but he still did not dare to get up.
A courteous posture that can't wait to bend down to the old age.
Leading the way for the young vassal king was a very bad luck ritual shrine priest, who happened to meet the Northern Liang King on a narrow road. There was nowhere to escape, and several subordinates in the same group followed this in an instant. The adult doctor drew a long distance, and he didn't have the consciousness to sacrifice himself at all.
Is it not easy to enter the ceremonial department nowadays? If you don't have enough acquaintances to lead the way, you will be made things difficult for by other officials of the Ministry of Rites who have been holding back grievances for many years?
Facts are naturally facts.
But the one in front of you, who cares about your **** rules? When people were still the Royal Highness of the Northern Liang Dynasty, they could already go to the temple with a sword!
So when he heard that the king of Beiliang said that he wanted to see Lao Shangshu, he didn’t dare to put one fart. He bowed his head and helped lead the way, only saying that after Master Shangshu retired, there was still an impossibly overwhelming Yushufang discussing politics. , It may take a while for the prince to wait.
Xu Fengnian walked into Sima Puhua's room, and didn't refuse the tea and water offered by the courtesy doctor.
Seeing the young prince standing in front of Master Shang Shu’s favorite painting "The Sound of Frogs Out of the Mountain Spring" stopped to admire, and the doctor who carefully handed over a cup of hot tea only then remembered what happened. This young man was scolded as a violent heavenly object, wantonly to sign inscriptions and inscriptions on the priceless original calligraphy and painting, and even simply stamped the word "forgery". At first, I didn’t know how many officials from the capital city and the Chinese scholars were passed on from the Beiliang King’s Mansion. After the calligraphy and painting, they beat their chests one by one, wishing to catch the young man from Wutongyuan and beat him up. He never thought that after only a few years of hard work, he immediately changed his face, one by one laughed from ear to ear. The reason is simple. No matter how strong the Shilin leaders resisted, these calligraphy and paintings made by the young lords, as long as you are willing to sell, the next bid will be doubled. Even so, there is still no price. city!
Thinking of this, Mr. Langzhong felt a little guilty. When Jin Lanting, who hated Beiliang, entered the ceremonial department and took the second place, he reluctantly sold several calligraphy and paintings publicly, showing his loyalty, but still secretly hid it. A piece of "Qing Liang Tie", thinking about the day when I leave the officialdom to return to my hometown when I am old, then I will show it off to others. Or when it comes to the critical moment of the official career that is not enough, will the small post of only a few words, "low price", be handed over to the imperial examination room teacher in his early years, for nothing? Dream it! Qingliang Post, Qingliang Mountain, with the two extremely special words "Qingliang", the doctor conservatively estimated that it was worth five hundred taels! gold!
Xu Fengnian finished his tea, walked to the bookcase, and opened a beautiful sandalwood box with six ink ingots neatly placed inside. Take out one of the ingots. Ssangyong spit out pearls with gold patterns, and the seal script "Hua Zhang Huan Cai" in the center. Obviously it came from the court tribute ink made by Chu Zhi, a master ink maker in the Old Southern Tang Dynasty. Rare objects like this have been tossed for decades, but now they have become part of the books of Liyang officials. However, compared with the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period, they are also leaving their hometowns. These dead objects seem to be much luckier. They can survive a certain scholar who knows the goods and love them. Many of the survivors of the country have no idea where they died. A foreign land.
Master Shang Shu, Sima Puhua, still didn't return to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
There was a cough outside the door, and the ancestor Jiqing Lisiang walked out of the house quietly, and saw that he was a good relationship clerk, Qinglisi, wailang, a good old man, and he had been a clerk for more than ten years. Failing to get promoted, the latter whispered in tears, "Master Liu, Master Shang Shu arrived at the gate of the yamen, so he turned and left, saying that he was going to work in the province. He also said that he must not let the prince know, so that we can only say that it is today's discussion of politics. It takes a long time. We may not be able to go out of the palace before noon, and let us entertain the prince. Whoever makes a mistake, the adults will ask the crime."
Hearing this bad news, the adult doctor almost jumped and scolded his mother, resisting the urge to run on the spot, and took a few deep breaths outside the house, as if his heart and liver were hurting.
At this moment, the enlightenment suddenly appeared, and the adult collaborator whispered in the ear of the member, the latter looked embarrassed, the adult patted the latter's shoulder again, and said in a decisive tone: "Hurry up!"
After explaining the matter, the adult doctor returned to the house like walking on thin ice, trying to speak calmly to the young lord of the matter. When speaking, he was full of sincerity and guilt. A few years ago, he secretly gathered a maid from the mansion to give it to him. When the shrew caught the **** in bed, I never saw the doctor's adult bend so humbly.
Xu Fengnian glanced at him, mumbled expressionlessly, and said, "Master Shang Shu is not here, should Jiang Shilang and Jin Lanting always be there?"
The doctor didn’t care about the meaning of the two different titles. The little chicken pecked at the rice and said: “Master Jiang is here. Yes, Master Jiang took a leave of absence, so he went back to the Yamen to handle government affairs temporarily. Master Jin After retiring from the court, he returned directly to the Ministry of Rites, and it was there!"
Compared with Shangshuwu, which stands out amongst the crowd, although the rooms of the two courtesy assistants are also separate, but the room is connected to several other doctors, and it doesn't seem that there is such a special place.
The Ministry of Etiquette was originally a place to teach people how to behave, and their own rules and red tape have reached the realm of faultfinding.
Xu Fengnian and the doctor walked to the house of Jiang Yongle, the right assistant man, and the doctor found that Jiang Yongle had just ran back from the outside, panting, and he didn't care about maintaining a good manner in front of the lower official.
When the doctor saw the right assistant minister, there was only one thought in his mind, Master Jiang, take care of yourself, not that the officer deliberately wanted to drag you into the water, but Master Shang Shu had already smashed the officer. If I don't let people scare you back, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. Well, in fact, the little bunny in the Xiaguan's family has a quack slang that is used as a catchphrase. Now it makes sense to think about it. Mixing the quack is to mix up a dead dao friend, not dead and poor. To be honest, if you, Mr. Jiang, accidentally died suddenly, the lower officials will try to pick up the burden of the Ministry of Rites on your shoulders.
The King of Northern Liang was invited into the house. After Jiang Yongle closed the door, he didn't speak, just thumped and knelt on the ground.
Xu Fengnian was also a little bit dumbfounded. In fact, contrary to what the outside world imagined, Beiliang, from Xu Xiao to Li Yishan to his Xu Fengnian, had long been aware of the posthumous posthumous title. Xu Fengnian refused to accept the imperial decree after hereditary resignation, and even declared the decree. The **** failed to enter the Youzhou Realm. This is Xu Fengnian's responsibility as a son of man, and it is also a gesture that Beiliang must take. It does not mean that Xu Fengnian really has a deep hatred for Jiang Yongle, a small figure in the ceremonial department. What's more, at that time, there were hundreds of civil and military officials in the temple, and only Guo Zijian Zuo Jijiu Yao Baifeng spoke a fair word for Xu Xiao. The others, the university Shi Yan Jiexi, Jin Lanting, Lu Shengxiang, and others all made much more cruel suggestions on posthumous title evaluation than Jiang Yongle. In fact, Xu Xiao and Li Yishan laughed and discussed his "following matter" at the time, saying that an evil posthumous post was absolutely impossible to escape. Coincidentally, Xu Xiao, who rarely turned the book, would often go to Wutongyuan to take out the ceremonial books when he was bored, and put a coffin on himself. In the end, Xu Xiao chose two words for himself, which is exactly Wuli!
I, Xu Xiao, are a martial artist. What do you want to be called "wen"! The word Li is better, it contributes to the country, and the massacre is too heavy, and the merits and demerits are offset. Just as Xu Xiao and Li Yang have made an old account, and both are cleared!
Of course, Xu Fengnian has no hatred for Jiang Yongle, which does not mean that he will have a good face for the third person in the Ministry of Rites. However, Xu Fengnian opened his eyes to such a majestic servant of the hall.
Not long after, when the young feudal lord walked out of the house, the shrine priest faintly heard the sound of sobbing in the house.
The doctor is relieved, but there is also a bit of regret in my heart.
Xu Fengnian walked to the house of Zuo Shi Lang of the Ministry of Rites, the door was wide open, and the elegant Jin Lanting sat calmly behind the bookcase, looking at the once aloof young lord, Jin Saburo, who was in the Tai'an City officialdom, had no face. Fearful, cold eyes face each other.
Jin Lanting squinted his eyes and didn't move at all, and he didn't even stand up to greet him.
You became the King of the Northern Liang by hereditary inheritance, and you are making progress.
But my Jinlan Pavilion is no longer a little gentry from that little county!
Next, the ancestor of the ancestors of the Qing dynasty heard the king of Beiliang say, "You stay away."
The young man holding a 300,000 iron horse from Beiliang, after crossing the threshold, did not close the door.
But no one dared to look up and see what was going on inside.
Soon there was a loud noise inside the house.
The official secretary of the temple Jiqing was shocked, and his whole body trembled.
I don't know how long it took, the young prince walked out of the house, patted the dust-free sleeve lightly, and walked away.
The official secretary of the temple Jiqing hesitated to enter the house, when he heard the left servant who paid the most attention to speech and behavior, screamed: "Get out of here!"
The whole yamen of the Ministry of Rites has the chill of the deep winter season.
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Xu Fengnian walked to the carriage, saw Xu Yanbing's curious eyes, smiled and said: "There is no murder, but some people should be more uncomfortable than death."
Xu Yanbing's eyes are a little weird.
Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "I didn't take off my pants. But if you have this habit, you can lead you over. Now that guy is probably still raining."
Xu Yanbing waved his hand quickly and laughed.
Xu Yanbing finally stopped the laughter, and when Xu Fengnian was about to get into the carriage, he asked: "Next to the Qin Tianjian?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "Go."
Xu Yanbing suddenly looked sideways to a group of people on the far street, riding all horses, and it had been some time since he retreated. The road was not too congested, but the sturdy momentum of the five horses was very eye-catching.
Xu Fengnian raised the side curtains when Xu Yanbing turned his head. Five horses didn’t look at them except the first one. The other four horses looked bad, and one of them stopped and held it with one hand. Staying on the reins of the horse, his body leaned back slightly, full of arrogance and conceit.
Xu Yanbing whispered: "Looking at the old man's official gown, it seems to be a second-grade military court uniform that can only be worn by the generals of the Four Expeditions and Four Towns and the Shangshu of the Ministry of War."
Xu Fengnian said: "It should be Wu Chongxuan, who was previously named the Great General of the South of China by the edict. It seems that this time he came to the capital to receive the reward. Maybe he has already become the Shangshu of the Ministry of War. It's no wonder that his direct descendants are so arrogant. Domineering."
Xu Yanbing frowned and said, "Or I will teach you a lesson?"
Xu Fengnian, who is separated by a curtain between the two, shook his head and said: "Forget it, Wu Chongxuan still has some incense with some guy. If you want to teach a lesson, let him do it yourself in the future."
The wave was not flat and the wave started again. Just when Xu Fengnian was about to ignore the provocative look in the opponent's eyes, he stopped the horse and rode, raising his hand and wiping his neck with the palm of his hand.
Xu Yanbing said flatly: "Master, you can't let me go back and forth, you really just serve as a groom, right?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Okay. Remember not to make too much effort."
Xu Yanbing asked: "Half-dead?"
Xu Fengnian replied: "The opponent is not a civil official without the power to bind the chicken, and he is not glorious when he fights, but a southern Xinjiang military commander who has experienced many battles, how half-dead is enough, or you can beat him to half-death. , I’m sorry that their southern Xinjiang army is comparable to the name of the Northern Liang cavalry."
Xu Yanbing, who let go of the horse's rein, couldn't help but say, "Is there such a reason?"
Xu Fengnian put down the curtain and slowly said: "As long as the Beiliang iron rides on, it makes sense."
Xu Yanbing passed away in a flash. In the next scene, Xu Yanbing kicked the side of the big horse. The military commander of southern Xinjiang flew out with the horse and the horse. Falling into the distance, there was a crash.
No one saw how Xu Yanbing made his move. The burly generals who had not yet rolled off their horses were kicked to fly five or six feet away, and they also lost this street second only to the Imperial Road in Beijing. It's wide enough, otherwise it will fall into the wall.
Xu Yanbing stepped on the head of the dying general and looked at the other riders, except for Wu Chongxuan, who turned his horse's head quietly, all of them were angry and vicious.
Xu Yanbing didn't speak, but he squeezed the general's head with the soles of his shoes.
I, Beiliang, who is in charge of you, is a military officer? Who cares what southern Xinjiang general are you? !
Wu Chongxuan raised his whip slightly~IndoMTL.com~ stopped the grumpy Sanqi’s revenge attempt. Now the veteran wearing the official second-grade lion uniform rides the horse slowly forward, looking down at Xu Yanbing, knowingly asked: " Beiliang Xu Yanbing?"
Xu Yanbing replied, "Have you brought one or two thousand elite soldiers to the southern army camp in Gyeonggi, otherwise I am afraid that the evening will not be enough for a supper."
Wu Chongxuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, turned and left.
The three horses under his command galloped towards the general who knew nothing about life and death to clean up the mess.
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Xu Fengnian sat in the carriage with his hands like old peasant sleeves.
The fingers inside the sleeves interlaced, shaking slightly.
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