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The palace is majestic, shrouded in the golden early sun in the early morning, reflected by the glazed tiles, which is particularly solemn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Different from the practice of the Da Mang and the Great Liang Five Days and One Morning Dynasty, the Han Dynasty was rich in land and resources, and the people were the majority, and the system of the three days and one morning at the beginning of the dynasty was well followed. There has long been a good story in the bookstore.

Before the sun could shine out of their heads, officials drove to the square outside the palace and waited for the bell to ring.

The sun had just leaked out of its head, and a large number of scholars had already gathered in the square. Several Shangshu gathered at the gate of the imperial city, waiting for the first bell to ring and enter first.

And on the left hand side of the gate, the Shangshu always vacated a person's position, intentionally or unintentionally, and no one stayed in that position.

A carriage slowly stopped at the end of the square, and with the support of the coachman, a man who was over fifty years old slowly got out of the carriage.

Although there was no road in the square for a long time, everyone gave way to the old man when there was no road.

"Cui Shangshu, early. ”

"Cui Shangshu is here......"

The man always smiled and nodded at the even flattering greetings along the way, and took the trouble to reply one by one.

followed the path that was left out of the crowd, but it was all the way to the root of the imperial city.

Cui Shangshu ...... What a time for you. The old man, who was the head of the ministry, said with a smile, but his eyes were looking at the sun that was gradually emerging above the sky.

"I occasionally feel uncomfortable in the day, so I got up a little later, a little later. Cui Shangshu's tone was like a spring breeze, with a hint of warmth in everyone's ears, of course, no one refuted the rebuttal of this figure who was above 10,000 people under one person, but they were all carefully thinking about whether Cui Shangshu had any other meaning included in it later in the evening.

This is difficult for the officials who want to curry favor with him, and the officials who regard him as a political enemy.

Outside the gate of the Imperial City stood a middle-aged swordsman with a thin sword, no matter what the adults in the square were talking about, this swordsman seemed to be uninterested, and there was not a trace of expression on his face.

The swordsman had his chest erect, his hands in front of him, and he looked very proud.

But no one felt a trace of disgust at his arrogance.

Because this seemingly high-ranking swordsman has the pinnacle of cultivation and leads the imperial repair group of nearly 100 people of the Han Dynasty to assist General Wei Shuyang in guarding the capital city. or deal with some problems that the army can't handle for the emperor, which can be described as a celebrity in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

The belated bell of "Dong ......" came from the silent palace, and all the adults who had been waiting in the square for a long time were full of spirits, patted the folds of their official uniforms, and walked into the imperial city in an orderly manner with their heads held high.

At this time, Cui Boyi was the only one who still lowered his head, deliberately slowed down, and was reluctant to enter the imperial city.

Seeing that several Shangshu rushed in, but Cui Shangshu still did not mean to move, the officials with the official rank below the second rank looked at each other, but none of them dared to take a step towards the interior of the imperial city, in the Han Dynasty, where the official hierarchy was strict, if the low-level officials walked before the senior officials in the early dynasties, it would be regarded as disrespect for the Han official rank system, and at worst, it would be contempt for the royal authority.

Cui Shangshu finally walked slowly towards the imperial city under the anxious waiting of everyone, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that the figure that looked a little gentle and elegant walked up to the tall middle-aged swordsman and only stopped for a moment, and then walked straight forward.

It's just that I don't know when, the middle-aged swordsman's hand that should have been stretched out was placed in front of him at this time, and his face was still extremely proud.

After everyone entered the imperial city, the middle-aged swordsman quietly left with the closing of the imperial city gate.

In a certain corner, he finally let go of the tiny paper ball that he had been holding in the palm of his hand, and on the paper ball was written with a brush four small characters with a fly's head, see you in the evening.

The middle-aged swordsman frowned as he looked at the disappearing figures of the ministers, and with a slight bow, the paper ball instantly turned into a ball of fire on his left hand, and then disappeared.

There is a teahouse called Fengchun in the south of Zhongjing, the name is a bit nondescript, it sounds a bit like a place to buy spring, but this Fengchun is just a down-to-earth place to sell tea.

And it just so happened that next to the teahouse was the largest smoke willow land in the whole capital.

Although the two small buildings are very close to each other, the environment is very different. Fengchun Tea House is a favorite place for leisure and elegant people, about three or two old friends, a few drinks, or a single person looking out of the window is extremely comfortable and natural.

And the Cloud Pavilion is the most willing place for dignitaries and dignitaries to stop, whether it is a celebrity in Beijing, or a romantic gentleman who comes from outside the city, they all linger here.

Iriyun Pavilion is famous, very famous, extremely famous, famous, famous, it is rumored that His Majesty has paid a private visit to Iruyun Pavilion, just to see the appearance of the Oiran Linglu. Of course, this is just undocumented gossip. There are even rumors that someone smashed a thousand taels of gold just to buy her for one night.

Elegance, silence and hustle and bustle coexist in such a place, and there is no sense of disobedience.

But what Lin Ji likes is not the fascinating girl with zero dew, but the brown antique fragrance that fascinates him.

Fengchun Teahouse is his favorite place to come alone in the academy, of course, in normal times, Xing Lao will definitely follow him, but Xing Lao will be very sensible and will not squeeze into a table with Lin Ji. Lin Ji chose the second floor, and Xing Lao would sit in the corner where he could see everything on the second floor on the first floor, because he knew that Lin Ji usually needed to be quiet and think at this time, and as for what he was thinking, he didn't bother to care.

Lin Ji walked up to the position on the second floor alone, looked at the position of the old man who should have appeared on time downstairs in the past, and sighed slightly.

"Don't sigh, it's not good to spend all your good years on sighing. A sentence that should have been ups and downs was said by an old voice without emotion.

Lin Ji was not annoyed at all, but turned back with some surprise.

At this time, the Fengchun Teahouse, where there should have only been one guest of Lin Ji himself, appeared on the second floor.

The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes in surprise and thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, and after confirming that the person really existed, he was stunned for a while.

Because there was a person seated on the eaves of the teahouse, and he didn't know when he picked up the tea on the adjacent table, and more importantly, the pot of good tea seemed to be about to be drunk by the old man.

Lin Ji took out a silver ingot from his arms and threw it on the counter, and walked towards the old man with the teacup in his hand.

"I went to the liquor store in the morning, and you haven't come back yet. Lin Ji looked around the old man's body, and after making sure that there were no arms or legs, he gasped for breath with relief.

"I just came back, and I knew you saw the boy run here. Didn't I tell you before I left that I shouldn't come here until I came back, and you still won't listen. Literally, the old man seemed a little angry, but his tone was indeed as emotionless as before.

Lin Ji smiled awkwardly: "How can there be so many people in this world who want to kill me, if there really is, I would have died the day you left." ”

"I don't know what the result of your thinking all day is, do you really think that I am the only one protecting you in this huge Zhongjing?" Xing Lao glanced at Lin Ji contemptuously and continued: "Even if Lin Jinrong believes me, his fists will be difficult to defeat his four hands after all." ”

A certain wooden board on the second floor of the Fengchun Tea House was squeaking and shaking, and Lin Ji's heart, which was standing on this wooden board, had already been flooded with turbulence.

"Yes, many of them died without even someone to collect their bodies, but in their hearts their deaths were worth it. Xing Lao said leisurely.

"Why?" Lin Ji was holding the teacup trembling left and right in his hand, and the hot tea splashed out of the teacup, but Chu Ji was still unmoved, and looked at Xing Lao with a slightly hideous face.

"Because they are all from Canghai City, because they believe that you will be the second person to go down with Canghai City. ”

Lin Ji suddenly felt that Xing Lao's words seemed to have feelings, and they sounded a little bitter, so he wanted to shed tears.

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