Chapter 392: If You Have Brothers, You Are Jianghu (Finale)

Three days later, Zhang Youqian and I returned to Beijing.

The martial law in the capital has long been lifted, and due to the death and wounding of the palace guards, the guard work of the palace is temporarily in charge of Xiao Dingyuan and Xiao Jiajun. Zhu Runmao had a false alarm, but he finally got through the difficult situation without danger, at least the chair under his buttocks sat firmer.

Song Sixian, who was ordered to be in danger, died in the battle on August 15, and the imperial court gave him the title of "Wenzheng", the highest among civil officials, in order to praise his merits, and he could be regarded as a well-deserved death. After Song Sixian's death, Zhu Runmao promoted Xu Yufu to the first assistant of the cabinet and presided over the affairs of the cabinet.

What is surprising is that half a month later, a holy decree arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, and moved left to Jinling Tongzhi Min Qiuye as the imperial history of the left capital of the Imperial Palace.

This appointment is like a thunderbolt in Jiangnan officialdom.

Jinling Tongzhi is just a turbid official from the fourth grade, and Zuodu Yushi is a Qing official from the second grade, Min Qiuye has been in the position of the fourth grade for 20 years, and he was suddenly promoted to five levels in a row, ranking one of the seven kings, and the six Shangshu are on an equal footing.

It is said that at the moment before the arrival of the holy decree, Lord Song of the Jinling Governor's Mansion was furious with Min Qiuye in front of the officials of the Jinling Mansion because Min Qiuye failed to catch me and Zhang Youqian, the two co-ordinators. The next moment, Lord Song was like a Jingba, licking his smiling face, supporting Min Qiuye on the main seat, and a husband, calling him closer than his father.

Since returning to Beijing, I have lived in a mansion with Xu Ruonan and Xu Kaishan in Zhang Youqian's house, helping Zhang Youqian take care of Zhang Youqian's funeral.

The holy decree in the palace was issued three times, and Zhu Runmao wanted me to rule the six gates.

How can I not know his thoughts, although the cultivation of me, Zhang Youqian, and Li Changling in the East China Sea has not been widely circulated in the rivers and lakes, but it cannot be hidden from Zhu Runmao.

What is it like for the emperor to have a person who can threaten the throne at all times, and this person cannot be used by the emperor?

I'm afraid no emperor would think this is a good thing. I even suspect that Qin Sanguan was forced to go to the Underworld Mountain back then, and it may also be a means deliberately devised by Zhu Runze in order to consolidate the throne.

After experiencing so many things, the enthusiasm for wanting to do a great job in Six Doors has long since disappeared. And now, I just want to take Xu Ruonan back to the Holy Gate and live an ordinary life.

The day of departure from Beijing is set for the first day of September.

On this day, the national mourning in January has been full, coinciding with the annual autumn temple fair, in order to eliminate the panic caused by martial law and various visions in the capital on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival not long ago, the imperial court ordered to hold this temple fair, and the capital regained some vitality.

Lin Hongyi, who should now be the young grandmother of the Zhang family, personally picked a carriage and two high-quality horses as gifts, and personally sent us out of the city.

At today's temple fair, the streets are crowded with people, and the people are not walking fast. As we chatted, a few little beggars covered in mud chased through the crowd, much to the annoyance of the pedestrians.

One of the fair-eyed beggars accidentally soiled the clothes of a large, well-dressed man, who was furious and kicked the little beggar in my direction.

When I saw this, I hurriedly stretched out my hand to help him, and the little beggar struggled down, and without even saying thank you, turned around and fled.

Lin Hongyi said with a smile, playing with eagles all day long, but was blinded by eagles. It's a shame that you still claim to be the number one master of stealing the Holy Gate, and you just left the bag, but you didn't know it!

When I touched it, I found that the money bag in my arms was gone, except for a few taels of silver, and the book "Three Hundred Children's Songs" given by the crazy monk who claimed to be from Shujian Mountain that day, but there was nothing important.

However, the disciple who stole the Holy Gate was stolen, and when this word spread, it was not good to say, so I asked, since you found out, why didn't you stop him?

Lin Hongyi smiled even more happily, and said, this is an elegant matter in our theft, why should I stop it, not only that, when I go back, let Zhang Youqian's "Gossip Weekly" publish a manuscript, and send you a copy of it when the time comes!

While chatting and walking, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, I actually came to the gate of Dajue Temple.

The door of the Dajue Temple was closed, and I felt strange in my heart, it stands to reason that today's temple fair, the Dajue Temple should open the door to worship incense, I glanced inside.

Xu Ruonan said, I've come here, why are you still hiding?

I stepped forward and knocked on the door, and it was a deacon monk who opened the door, and I thought about it, I can't say that I came to find a woman in your temple, so I said that I came to find Master Hulai.

The deacon monk said that Master Hulai had gone on a long trip.

I have to ask, not long ago, Master Hu Lai brought back a woman, little master, I don't know if you can introduce me?

The deacon monk asked, "Is the woman you said surnamed Xie?"

I nodded, exactly!

The deacon monk's face was gloomy, and he said, That demon girl, a few days ago, taking advantage of Master Hulai's absence, killed three of us monks and escaped.

I exclaimed, what?

Master Hu Lai went out this time, he was going to catch that demon girl!

I was a little distracted, and I retreated out in a huff, Xu Ruonan asked, how did I see my old lover?

I sighed deeply, let's go!

At this moment, in the depths of the meditation room of Dajue Temple, someone let out a slight sigh. I just don't know.

The three of them went out of the capital, I rode a single horse, and Xu Kaishan took the initiative to assume the role of a coachman in order to ease the relationship with his daughter.

Xu Kaishan drove the carriage, and I rode my horse to the side and chatted with him.

I asked, senior, I have a question that I haven't figured out, and I want to ask you.

Xu Kaishan said, when did you become such a mother-in-law, just say it.

I asked, what are rivers and lakes?

Xu Kaishan thought about it and asked rhetorically, what do you think?

I said: At first, I thought that the rivers and lakes should be young chivalrous, fresh clothes and angry horses, fighting the sword world, chivalrous and righteous, seeing uneven roads, drawing swords to help.

Xu Kaishan sneered and said: "Chivalry and righteousness? Most people still seek good fortune and avoid trouble. It's just a matter of struggling to make a living in this vanity fair. Some people are flies and dogs, and everything they do is just to gain a foothold in this river and lake, and they can have a place and a meal. Some people are golden, but they are like dangerous ships sailing on the sea, and there is a danger of capsizing at any time.

I said again, later, I think the rivers and lakes should be smiling and proud of the rivers and lakes, the sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold in 19 states, although there are tens of millions of people, I will carry this momentum.

Xu Kaishan said, you have seen too much chivalry, right? In addition to Qin Sanguan, there are people in the world who have really done it? Oh, of course, you have barely done half of it, and you can be considered qualified.

I shook my head, none of this was right.

Xu Kaishan asked, what do you think are rivers and lakes?

There was a neighing of horses ahead.

Under the ten-mile pavilion, Zhang Youqian was dressed in a tacky and luxurious satin brocade robe, holding wine in his left hand and roast chicken in his right hand.

I smiled, there are brothers, it is the rivers and lakes.

(End of book)