Early in the morning, the drum of the time has only struck the hour shortly, the eastern sky has not yet had a little sign of about to whiten, the darkness still rules the entire sky, with the head of the Daliang Temple and the Daxiangguo Temple through the streets and alleys of the iron plate Buddha number, in the morning market vendors singing and selling in the morning market, an hour ago just silenced the capital city, in the flat lantern dangling in the faint yellow light transmitted by the faint yellow light into a new noisy day.

"Deep-fried fruit oh ho one by one jelly soy milk yo oh one by one"

"Five coins and two meat buns, three pieces and a bowl of lamb soup, oh one by one"

The late wanderers and the industrious people who got up early were the main buyers of these petty traders. The drunken man with two eyes was holding a clay bowl, his feet were still staggering, and the sweet syrup he drank in his mouth had not spilled much on the placket; The sturdy man had a rope and wooden pole hanging on his shoulder, holding a yellow bun in one hand, his cheeks bulging high and chewing desperately, and his feet were still hurrying away. The shopkeepers on the side of the street were unloading the door panels, and the oil lights flickered in the dark hall. A group of people on the corner of the street in the distance are busy with the wooden mountain, the archway is already halfway up, and the outline can be roughly seen, and several women around the wooden table are fiddling with a large pile of red silk and red cloth, they want to use these things to weave birds and beasts, as well as flowers, fruits, fairies and fairies or something......

It's not just these people who get up early, and it's not just the girls and aunts who rush to the morning market to buy fresh, and there are people who get up earlier and rush more quickly than them. Without exception, these people all wore hoods on their heads, wore green or scarlet clothes on their bodies, stepped on official boots, sat in cars and rode horses. Their direction was almost the same, and they were all heading towards the Imperial City. This is an official from the six ministries, who rushed to the yamen located in the imperial city to sign and take charge of Ying Mao's sitting in the yamen to do things.

At this time, Shang Cheng also went to the imperial city accompanied by two officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The reason why he got up so early was because he received a message from the inner court at the post house last night, and the current Dongyuan Emperor wanted to summon him alone today, but he didn't say exactly what time he was summoned, so he couldn't help but hurry up.

They passed the Wulang Bridge, walked out of Hezihang Street, and turned onto Heavenly Street. Compared with the past few streets, this place is much cleaner, except for the officials' cars and horses, there are basically not a few people in sight. Along the way, the two officials of the Ministry of Rites were still diligently introducing him to some unique places in Shangjing on the street, such as the Great Xiangguo Temple, the Wishing Tower, the Wangting, and the Former Garden of King Lu......

He held the reins, squinted his eyes and said nothing, as if he were faking sleep, only occasionally glancing at them as they spoke, or nodding his head to indicate that he was listening. Although this is the world-famous "Eight Views of Beijing", he has no special interest. He was neither a scholar nor a poet, nor a tourist on vacation, nor did he have the heart to appreciate the exquisite scenery of these places.

It may be that he was in too much of a hurry to come from Yanshan, and his ** disease of eye disease was committed again. When he was in Xiaoluoyi, he felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes, and Tao Qi came to talk to him about something last night, but he didn't get a rest all night......

Yesterday, the people in the inner court left, and Tao Qi, who had been the governor of Pingyuan Mansion for more than half a month, came to visit him. He was startled when he saw the old prefect's face. I haven't seen him for more than a month, and the old prefect has almost lost a lot of weight, and the gray beard that he was always carefully cared for when he was in Yanshan has become less neat and smooth, and his face is also very poor, and he seems to have not rested well, and he does not have the calm bearing he had earlier. He even saw Tao Qi's eyes covered with. He thought that Tao Qisheng was sick, so he hurriedly welcomed him in, and interrogated him in a few words, only then did he know that Tao Qi was tired. The imperial court transferred Tao Qi to serve as the governor of Pingyuan Mansion, originally wanting him to completely rectify the environment of the capital and make Shangjing a well-deserved heavenly Shangjing. But this project is too huge, not to mention all the aspects involved, and the clues are also complicated, Tao Qi has been in office for more than half a month, and he has not even formulated a feasible plan, let alone started to start governance. He was anxious about this matter, and suddenly heard from a friend in the Ministry of Rites that Shang Cheng had entered Beijing, so he hurriedly inquired about Shang Cheng's whereabouts, and he didn't even care about going back to his home, so he ran to his old boss in a panic to help him make an idea.

After listening to the old prefect's words, Shang Cheng was also at a loss. It's not that he doesn't want to help Tao Qi, but he just arrived in the capital, and he doesn't know what the situation is.

The old prefect didn't care so much. This busy business has to help, and if he doesn't help, he has to help, he doesn't want to show this old face today, it's just that he lives and dies and depends on Shangshang! He also found a reason for himself to do this, and said vigorously: "If it weren't for you, I would still be waiting in Yanshan to return to my hometown next year to cultivate my will, how could I come to Beijing to suffer!" ”

Tao Qi said it to this point, what else could Shang Cheng say besides shaking his head and smiling bitterly? When he heard from Lu Ji that the imperial court was going to transfer Tao Qi away, he quickly found Tao Qi and talked twice. He hoped that the old prefect would resign the imperial court's order to stay in Yanshan. I don't know who said "respect the court" on the left and "everything must be public first" on the right, as if he didn't let Tao Qi take over as the governor of Pingyuan Mansion, then he didn't respect the court, and he didn't take official affairs seriously......

However, this "little awkwardness" did not make him worry about the old prefect. He first asked people to clean up a table of good wine and food, accompanied Tao Qi to have dinner, and then asked people to make a pot of good tea, and the two of them sat down to carefully discuss and find solutions to the current difficulties.

This brings us to the four drums. Tao Qi, who was inspired, went back to make up for his sleep happily, but he only had time to wash his face with cold water, so he immediately followed the two officials of the Ministry of Rites towards the imperial city.

Now, he felt more uncomfortable in his eyes, his right eyeball was itchy and dry, from the bridge of his nose around his temples to behind his ears, there seemed to be a tendon connecting them all together, and he was aching for a while. He nodded in agreement with the two officials as he pressed his thumb against his temples and rubbed his index and middle fingers lightly against the blindfold. He wanted to alleviate his symptoms a little bit by doing so. But that's obviously not the way to go. The interval between pains is getting shorter, the attacks are becoming more frequent, and the tingling is becoming more pronounced. Even if he mobilizes all his energy to fight against the illness, how can he suppress the illness when the illness comes?

Right now, his right cheek was starting to go numb, and his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the two officers who accompanied him were saying......

He sighed helplessly in his heart. With his current situation, how could he go to see the Emperor of the Eastern Yuan Dynasty, and how could he discuss important military affairs with the two prime ministers?

This disease really couldn't have come at a better time......