I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, when Changsun Hong entered the Lingjing Prison, there was a lot of movement.

A thousand barbarian soldiers were draped all over their bodies, with one-color black-colored chain mail, black-colored iron helmets, and the red tassels on them fluttered in the wind, like a sea of red rippling on the black bottom plate.

Thousands of pairs of bast shoes stepped on the official road rammed by the loess, the dust rose from the sky, and the barbarian soldiers who strode forward in the smoke and dust soared through the clouds and mist like heavenly soldiers, and the hook and sickle spear of Rulin leaned on the right shoulder of each soldier at the same angle, and the cold and shining blades reflected the warm spring sun, bright and piercing eyes.

There was no healthy horse to ride under the crotch, but the Shimen Fan barbarians walked out of the cavalry's momentum vigorously, and the uniform footsteps "tom" sounded, so that almost all the pedestrians and people on both sides of the road who avoided knelt on the ground, trembling, and were surprised when the Song Dynasty officials and soldiers had such a bearing.

The eldest grandson Hong and a group of generals rode captured Mongolian horses and marched in the ranks, with serious faces and unsquinting eyes. And the ghost pawn of the guard, the ghost face iron cover on his face, the cold air is fierce, like a horse-faced bull head from hell, and like an impermanent ghost who hooks the soul, the armor of the body is rattling, and the blade of the dragon-patterned ghost knife of general length is long and sharp, and the whole team looks like a swimming and thorny black dragon, which makes people dare not approach.

The entire Lingjing Prison City was alarmed, and the native soldiers guarding the city gate trembled, and the turtle shrank aside and did not dare to breathe, as if he had seen a tiger cat, although they were all soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, but they were far away.

When an army of this scale arrived, naturally someone had already notified the eunuch, and Wu Zhaozu was busy leading a group of officials from the salt prison yamen to wait at the entrance of the city gate, and waited respectfully for a long time.

Looking at the eldest grandson Hong on the horse from afar, the red big coat was particularly eye-catching, Wu Zhaozu saw it clearly from a distance, and diligently led everyone to greet him, bowing his hand: "Wu Zhaozu, the supervisor of the lower official mausoleum, welcome the adults and his party." ”

The salt supervisor has a lot of power, and he can be regarded as a god of wealth, but his official rank is not high, and he is an eight-grade official, so in front of Changsun Hong, who is also not a big official, he has to call an adult in peace.

The eldest grandson Hong stood tall on the horse, nodded with a smile, and said warmly: "There is Lord Laowu, and please lead the way, we will talk in the yamen." ”

Wu Zhaozu stood in front of the horse's neck, the horse snorted a few times, sprayed him with water, and squinted at him, which made him very uncomfortable.

He thought to himself: "Look at how long you are angry, wait for you to not get off the stage!" ”

So he turned around with his breath and led Changsun Hong and his party into the city.

Sima led the army to the barracks, and Wu Zhaozu personally took the eldest grandson Hong and his party to the yamen.

Yanzheng Yamen, much more magnificent than the ordinary county yamen, blue bricks and black tiles, round piers of corridor columns, three-bay gates, a slippery horse tether stone, two stone lions one left and one right, staring at the people who came to the door. On the lintel under the eaves, a wide plaque with black background painted with gold "Yanjian Yamen" hangs high, the font is solemn and mighty, and it is from the hand of a certain generation of famous artists at a glance.

Dismounted in front of the door, the eldest grandson Hong was dressed in armor leaves, dressed in tangled clothes, hanging a sharp blade at his waist, without waiting for Wu Zhaozu to lead the way, he entered the gate with his head up, and more than ten Xuanjia ghost pawns behind him, followed one step at a time, all the way murderous, and looked at the prisoner Wu Zhaozu stunned.

Is this entering the barracks or entering the yamen?

I have never seen a military general enter the yamen, where civil officials are entrenched, and they are still so arrogant.

Stunned, Changsun Hong had already walked in front, Wu Zhaozu came back to his senses, hurriedly raised his legs and trot, and hurriedly chased after him.

The eldest grandson Hong strode into the meteor, and before the fat Wu Zhaozu caught up, he had already entered the lobby, the lobby of the Yanzheng Yamen, like the ordinary Yamen of the Great Song Dynasty, the lobby should be a few steps higher than the ground, replacing the meaning of the Son of Heaven governing the country and being superior.

A group of people in brocade clothes gathered at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the oncoming group of soldiers with knives and armor piercing.

The two gangs looked at each other, and the murderous aura of the ghost pawns easily defeated the salt merchants who came to make trouble, and the pawns who came down from the battlefield naturally had a kind of temperament that no one approached, like an invisible barrier, shrouded in all around, making the salt merchants unconsciously take a few steps back.

Changsun Hong didn't seem to see these salt merchants, and he stepped up the steps as if no one was around, and went straight into the lobby, and sat on the main seat behind the long case as a matter of course, looking at Wu Zhaozu who was trotting behind him with blazing eyes.

There were some small officials of the salt prison yamen waiting in the lobby, they stood in the four corners, and looked in amazement at the eunuch who was usually in the Lingjing Prison Heavenly King Lao Tzu following behind a military general, his face was sweaty like a small guy.

"Lord Eldest Sun, Lord Eldest Sun, according to the rules of the imperial court, you are here to represent the envoy of the system, please show the official documents, and the official can arrange all the affairs." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wu Zhaozu said angrily.

This regimental training envoy is too unruly, this is Lao Tzu's seat, even if you are sent from above, you are also a military general, do you understand the truth of Wenzun and Wuhu? Even in the court, if the highest privy envoy of the military minister does not have the title of right prime minister, he has to stand obediently behind the governor, and he cannot exceed half a point.

The eldest grandson's face did not change, and he replied loudly: "There is no official document." ”

The answer was crisp and clean, without any dragging on the water.

Wu Zhaozu was stunned again, and it took him a long time to react, and he asked: "No, no official documents, ...... adults came over."

"Of course, I'm here to preside over the salt trade, otherwise what am I going to do?" The same crisp and neat, with a rhetorical question.

Wu Zhaozu is going crazy, there is no official document, and your identity as a regimental training envoy is not the official of the salt prison, is it in charge of the salt production business? Salt production is very profitable, which is related to the tax revenue of the whole Sichuan, big brother, are you here to be a bandit?

He looked at Changsun Hong, almost didn't know what to say, Xiucai met Bing, probably that's what it meant.

After being stunned for a while, he eased up, changed color, and said angrily: "Lord Eldest Sun, don't be joking, the salt administration is an important place, the envoy has a document first, and the salt production trade is presided over by the envoy, if you don't have an official document, you can't interfere in this matter, please respect yourself!" Otherwise, if the envoy knows, you can't afford it! ”

"I know." Eldest Sun Hong looked at him and said, his face was as usual: "I was sent by the envoy of the system." ”

Lose your marbles!

A thought popped into Wu Zhaozu's mind, and he almost shouted: "But you don't have an official document!" ”

"That's right." Changsun Hong smiled: "Who said that you can't preside over without an official document?" It was ordered verbally by the ruler. ”

His smile was very strange, his skin smiled and he didn't smile, his teeth were exposed, and there was an inexplicable chill in his eyes.

Wu Zhaozu took a step back, pointed straight at Changsun Hong, and exclaimed: "How can you do it without official documents, non-conformity, and empty words?" What are you going to do? ”

"The salt production of the Lingjing Supervisor will be handed over to Rui Fuxiang to be responsible, and other salt merchants can only buy salt from Rui Fuxiang, and whoever dares to disobey must weigh whether his neck is hard or not." Changsun Hong was still smiling, and said bluntly, taking off the hand knife and sheath on his waist, and putting it on the table with a "touch": "Call all the salt merchants outside, they have been waiting very hard." ”

Wu Zhaozu looked at it coldly, his expression was rich, shocked and angry, and then made a gesture outward.

The salt merchants waiting at the bottom of the stairs outside poured in with a snort.

Changsun Hong calmly looked at the moving heads and sat still.

The ghosts standing on either side of him, like two rows of Vajra protectors, decorated the lobby with iron-faced grimaces like the Shura Hall of King Yama.

(End of chapter)