In the Battle of Dongzhimen, the Xiao Cavalry Battalion and the Forward Battalion led by King Zheng Yang, with the help of Neiying, quickly captured Dongzhimen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Chen Zhuang refused to surrender and was killed on the spot, the nine gates of the capital were controlled by King Zhengyang, and the army of the left battalion of Gyeonggi outside the Qingyang Gate had also surrendered.

When all the dust settled, the nine gates of drums sounded, and the shrewd people in the capital opened the closed doors one after another, and the various mansions also frequently passed on news. After the rain, the sky is clear, and it is a good day.

The capital has returned to its former prosperity and liveliness.

And the storm in the court is still going on. On the Jinluan Palace, one after another will goes down, standing in the right line to add officials to the knighthood, and standing in the wrong line to destroy the family. For a time, the Dali Temple was overcrowded. At the entrance of the vegetable market at the south gate, there was an endless stream of prisoners who were executed, and it is said that the executioner's blades were all cut and rolled. The smell of blood permeated the capital, and it took half a month to dissipate.

When the Holy Grace sealed the forced palace, he guarded the powerful Pingguo Gong, Zhenguo Gong, Guangyan Marquis, and specially promoted Mo Zilan, the fifth young master of Pingguo Gong, to be the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard. And the Nine Emperors were not chaotic in the face of danger, resolute and resolute, and the saint was named King Jing. Yang Yikun, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is not afraid of power, is loyal and unyielding, rewards two Huangzhuang, a thousand taels of gold, and a doctor of Guanglu Temple.

The four princes and the six princes came to the court due to illness and were reprimanded by the saints, and as for those who participated in the prince's rebellion, the Marquis of Dongping and the Marquis of Wencheng were taken back from the iron scroll Danshu and copied all over the house. Duke Cheng'en was cut off as a duke, men in the family were beheaded over the age of fifteen, exiled to Lingnan under the age of fifteen, and the women were confiscated into the church. Except for the men and horses of the left battalion of the Gyeonggi Daying, almost all the other officials involved were hanged.

After the saint dealt with other matters about the same, he summoned King Zheng Yang, who temporarily acted as the commander of the Nine Gates, and Yang Tingwei, the general of Weiyuan. also summoned Yang Zhaowu, who was still stationed at the Vermilion Bird Gate, to the Jinluan Palace to meet him.

Yang Zhaowu walked through the long sandwich road, walked on the spacious square, passed the Chongwen Gate, and came to the outside of the Jinluan Palace. I saw rows of Praetorian Guards in light armor, like sculptures, standing straight on both sides of the stairs, letting people come and go, all of them did not move. Standing at the foot of the steps and looking from afar, the golden glazed tiles on the Jinluan Hall shine with golden light, and the twelve auspicious beasts on the eaves are neatly arranged one by one, extending to the corners of the heavy eaves. On the cornice, the auspicious clouds are painted and the dragon is painted with gold, and the pieces of Linjia are delicate, and the golden light is shining, and the eyes of the flower people are swayed. The high and low scattered palaces are lined up with each other, the rows are tall and solemn, and the golden silk nanmu pillars embraced by the two people, coupled with the long white marble staircase, make people have an urge to worship.

The rewards of other people have all been announced, and only King Zheng Yang, Yang Zhaowu, and Shi Dangdang have not yet been rewarded. When Yang Zhaowu walked into the Jinluan Palace, he saw the Holy Lord sitting on the throne, and his grandfather and grandfather standing in front of the steps. He walked in without squinting, knelt down and saluted with his eyebrows slightly lowered, and said loudly: "Weichen Yang Zhaowu knocked to see the saint, long live the saint, long live the saint!" ”

The saint was in a good mood, smiled and said, "Flat!" Looking at the handsome Yang Zhaowu, the saint quipped: "Zhaowu, your grandfather and your grandfather are both brave and good at fighting, and now your martial arts are also outstanding, I don't know who you look more like?" ”

Yang Zhaowu looked at the old man who was staring at him, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Weichen wants to learn from his grandfather's courage and grandfather's good fighting, gather the strengths of the two families, and serve Dasheng!" ”

"Good! I can't imagine that Yang Aiqing, who is so straightforward and one-eyed, has a son like you! ”

"Holy Lord, Zhaowu is brought up by the old minister!" General Weiyuan feigned dissatisfaction.

"Ah Cheng, look at Tingweide!" Facing his cousin and old minister Yang Tingwei, the saint was very relaxed.

"Holy Lord, I also wish that Zhaowu was my own grandson. You know that the minister only has one daughter, Hui'er, and there is no successor! Qin Shicheng, the king of Zhengyang, also joked.

The three old men chatted for a while, and the saint asked, "Zhaowu, I heard your grandfather say, are you going to take the martial arts exam and Qiuqiu this year?" ”

"Yes." Yang Zhaowu replied respectfully.

The saint retracted his complexion, and asked majestically: "I originally wanted to make you the leader of the forward battalion, do you still want to take the exam?" ”

"Back to the Holy One, yes!" Yang Zhaowu replied with a calm expression.

"Why do you have to be martial arts and Qiuqiu?" The saint is puzzled.

Yang Zhaowu replied loudly: "Grandfather said that the army does not talk about origin, only uses fists to talk about heroes, so Weichen wants to participate in martial arts and compete with many masters." In this way, even if the enlistment rank is higher, it is still relying on his own ability, not relying on his grandfather's light. And Weichen's father used to be a tanhua, and Weichen is bound to participate in the autumn festival, and he can't let his father down. ”

"Good! What an ambitious son! "The Holy Dragon's face is happy." However, with your skills, don't go to martial arts, you occupy the martial champion, and the court will have one less talent. As for Qiu Qiu, you have taken the test well, and I will not give you an official position for the time being, and I will talk about it after Qiu Qiu. If you can successfully win the lift, I also look forward to your nomination for the gold list of the Spring Festival next year, and then I will be rewarded again for the real civil and military skills! ”

"Thank you Shengshang Longen, Weichen will definitely live up to expectations!" Yang Zhaowu thanked him.

The saint was quite interested, and said with a smile: "Since you have your grandfather's jade plate, you can take a false position in the forbidden army, and you will be under Zilan for the time being." It's convenient to enter the palace in this way, and you go with me during the autumn hunt! ”

"That's good, during the autumn hunt, the minister also wants Zhao'er to beat a tiger skin to the old minister. The minister is old and can't move. King Zheng Yang was full of interest when he saw the saint, and he also pretended to be old and funny.

The saint was really even happier, and scolded with a smile: "You are old there? Isn't it just trying to throw out the striker battalion? Train your grandson well, and when the time comes, won't you be happy to hand it over to him? ”

"Don't you dare, the saint doesn't know, my dull and pedantic son-in-law, I still hope that Zhaowu will be the champion in the exam, and he will be able to enter the cabinet in the future!" King Zhengyang also followed the saint to talk nonsense.

"That's a good dare, when the time comes, Yang Qing's family can set the country when he writes about it, and he can be safe and secure when he goes to the horse. Hundreds of years after Dasheng, there is a full phase of civil and military affairs! Hahaha! Sheng Shang smiled heartily.

Yang Zhaowu didn't dare to hold it up, and hurriedly saluted: "The founding of the country is all in charge of the civil and military affairs, but the person who Weichen yearns for the most, Weichen does not dare to compare with it." ”

"Alright, alright, I'll see. Stand down, I'll have to catch up with your grandfather and grandfather. ”

"Wechen retires!" After Yang Zhaowu saluted, he took three steps back and turned to leave.

There are a few old men who are over half a hundred years old in the Jinluan Palace, and no one knows what they are talking about. Later, the holy decree was issued: "Weiyuan General Yang Tingwei is the commander of the forward battalion, King Zhengyang is in charge of the left and right battalions of Gyeonggi, and the Divine Arrow Hou Baixiao is the commander of the Xiaocai battalion." ”

The capital experienced a small upheaval, and Jinling City, which was hundreds of miles away, knew nothing. When Jun Feifei received the letter from the capital, everything was already calm.

Jun Feifei looked at the secret letter on the table, thought about it for a long time, and finally came to the small kitchen in the backyard. In the small kitchen, Xie Yi combed a simple bun in her heart, and only inserted a white jade and gold silk hairpin, and was busy working. The pale green cross-collared skirt was not embroidered with any pattern except for the pleated decoration, except for a dark green belt tied around the willow waist. The belt is clean, the jade purse is not tied at all, and the whole person looks like a green willow in the spring breeze, pitiful and full of vitality.

"Sister Xie, there is a letter in Beijing." Jun Feifei said with a smile on his face.