Chapter Nine: The Rise of the Long Brothers (1)

[The first update, ask for red tickets, collect]

The scheduled ceremony of sacrificing prisoners was disturbed by the privy envoy Wen Yanbo.

According to Wen Yanbo, the Tuoshuo Department is actually just a small Fan Department on the border of Qinzhou, and the Dingkou is small, and the troops are not prosperous. Wang Shao led several tribes to defeat the Tuoshuo tribe, even if even the patriarch was captured, in fact, it was only a trivial achievement. Dare to be escorted to the capital to sacrifice prisoners in this way, which is really undignified by the court. I think that back then, Cao Wei was in Qinzhou, and there were dozens or hundreds of Dafan tribes he eliminated, and like the Tuoshuo department, it was even more truckloaded, but he didn't see him sacrifice his majesty again and again.

Wen Yanbo's words made Wang Hou indignant. Even if he was given three classes of borrowed officials by the Son of Heaven because of his military affairs, escorting prisoners of war, and offering sand tables and military chess, and was recruited into the palace to face the saint with Zhang Shouyue, Wang Hou's heart still has residual anger.

But Wen Yanbo compared Cao Wei with Wang Shao, even if Wang Shao was in person, he could only bow his head and be taught, and said, "Wen Shumi is right."

Cao Wei Cao Baochen is the son of the founding general Cao Bin, and the uncle of the current Emperor Cao. He was the first general to guard Kansai during the Zhenzong Dynasty, and his name was shocking to the west. Hearing his name, no matter what the party is in Tibet, the child does not dare to cry at night. Don't look at the party and Tibet nowadays making such a jubilant scene. Back then, in front of Cao Wei, Li Yuanhao's son Li Deming, and Tubo Zanpu were all honest people, which one dared to act rashly? - I've already killed him. Later, if Cao Wei did not die, with his tiger power, Li Yuanhao would never dare to rebel.

But such heroes will only appear in the era of the founding of the country. Until now, which general can compare to Cao Wei's toe? Even Di Qing Di Wuxiang, his promotion to privy envoy was just to destroy a Nong Zhigao who rebelled in Guangxi, how could He De be compared with Cao Wei? After Di Qing, the martial arts of the national dynasty are declining, and Wang Shao beheaded 600 this time, and defeated more than 10,000 enemies.

Outside the Chongzheng Palace, Wang Hou suddenly lowered his head and coughed lightly twice, hiding the embarrassment that suddenly rose in his heart. However, this army of 10,000 people was said by Dong Yu and Tuoshuo themselves, not made up by Wang Shao. His own Lao Tzu said in the recital that he had defeated more than 10,000 enemies this time, and it could not be regarded as a bully, and the 600 heads were real.

Wang Hou's cough attracted a few dissatisfied glances, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to arouse the attention of the surroundings again.

Wang Hou's surroundings were guarded, and the guards of the Winged Son of Heaven were all heavily armored and holding Ge - in fact, it was not Ge, but a series of long-handled bones - and the figure was taller than the other. Wang Hou's figure of five feet and six inches is not short, but in front of them, he bows his head, which makes him feel inferior. Even if Han Gang came, standing among them, he could only be regarded as below average.

Wang Hou heard that many of the Banzhi in the palace have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have been dealing with messengers in the palace since the time of Taizu. And they often deliberately pick tall women when they marry them, so that they are passed down from generation to generation, and each one is more than six feet. Dozens of big men stood side by side, like pillars supporting the sky straight, and the momentum was overwhelming.

After having lunch early today, under Zhang Shouyue's suggestion, he didn't even dare to drink saliva, Wang Hou entered the palace and waited outside the Chongzheng Hall to meet him. I don't know how long I've been waiting, but he has no news from his back and legs, but there is no news. However, Zhang Shouyue in front of Wang Hou, his gray hair was exposed under the long legs, he was already in the age of sixties, and he was still motionless after standing for so long. And the Banzhi guards around the Chongzheng Hall were also motionless.

So many people stood around the center of the imperial city, not moving, not even coughing, Wang Hou felt that it was frighteningly quiet, and the only sound was not far away, coming from the Chongzheng Palace, and ...... It's the wind.

Perhaps because the surrounding palaces are nearly ten zhang high, the wind shuttles between the palaces and pavilions, and the whirring is very urgent, so that Wang Hou, who is wearing heavy court clothes, does not feel hot at all. Feeling the coolness in the silence, Wang Hou suddenly remembered that since he entered the imperial city, he hadn't even heard a cicada chirping. This year, the weather was hot early, and the trees in the capital knew that they were noisy early, but they didn't hear a word in Miyagi.

'It's really strange, is it the power of the Son of Heaven who can drive away snakes and insects? ’

Wang Hou thought wildly, and the thoughts in his heart could be regarded as disrespecting the Son of Heaven. At this time, a cool breeze suddenly blew in his face, Wang Hou raised his head a little, looked over with his spare eyes, and saw that the door of the Chongzheng Palace, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened, and seven or eight people walked out of the hall one after another. The people who came out were all dressed in vermilion, showing that their status was extremely high. Wang Hou hurriedly lowered his head a little, not daring to be disrespectful. Wang Hou didn't know which of them they were, but it was needless to say that they were all high and powerful. However, if Wen Yanbo was inside, Wang Hou hoped that he could slip somewhere and fall.

I only watched the hems of red and purple court clothes pass in front of me, and the sound of black-faced wooden official boots stepping on the floor gradually faded away, and the Chongzheng Hall was finally empty.

'Finally able to enter the Chongzheng Palace.' ’

Wang Hou shook his spirits and waited for the summons of the Son of Heaven. But to his surprise, the edict of the Son of Heaven did not come out immediately. After waiting for about half an hour, a little yellow door came out and called Zhang Shouyue and Wang Hou into the Chongzheng Palace.

It was the first time Wang Hou had met the Son of Heaven, and even Miyagi had come in for the first time. A little common sense about the Chongzheng Palace still heard it from Wang Shao.

When he stepped into the center of the Great Song Empire and walked from the light to the darkness, the surrounding light dimmed, and Wang Hou's heart was empty. He followed Zhang Shouyue step by step, lest the etiquette go wrong, and the pavilion envoy standing outside the inner hall said that he was out of honor in front of the king.

Before Wang Hou entered Beijing, Han Gang also jokingly told him. When I saw the Son of Heaven, I don't know if he was trembling and couldn't sweat, or if he was trembling and sweating. At that time, Wang Hou pouted, patted his chest and said that he should be calm and relaxed, and he could take a leisurely walk. But now, Wang Hou couldn't even figure out whether he was sweating or not, and the smell of incense in his nose made his head even more dizzy, and his ears were buzzing, so that he couldn't hear what the eunuch in front of Bai Zi was talking about.

And during this period of time, Wang Hou inexplicably popped up a conversation with Han Gang in his heart. Only then did he raise his hand to admit defeat, and the ability to calm down in front of the Son of Heaven is really not something that an inexperienced person can have.

Zhang Shouyue is very calm. When he was young, he used to guard Quang Nam West Road and served as a horse bearer. At that time, Di Qing Di Wuxiang had just quelled the Nong Zhigao Rebellion, and the local people were undecided, and the rebellious army was haunted from time to time. At that time, Emperor Renzong was very worried about the situation in Guangxi, so Zhang Shouyue was able to make four visits in two years, and every time he entered the Hajj, he would be left by the Son of Heaven to speak, ask about the current situation in Guangxi, and at the same time ask for his opinion on how to deal with the southern border affairs.

And Yingzong, as well as the current young officials, Zhang Shouyue has also seen them, and there is no burden and pressure in his heart. After entering the hall, he saluted the Son of Heaven according to etiquette, and the experienced veteran made the best example for the young people behind him.

Following Zhang Shou's three kneels and nine knocks, even after Wang Hou stood up, he hung his head deeply and made a respectful attitude. He didn't dare to look at the interior layout of the Chongzheng Palace, he didn't dare to look at the imperial case of the Son of Heaven not far away, and the Son of Heaven himself, of course, Wang Hou didn't dare to take a rash look. It's just that when he bowed together, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a screen blocking the passage leading to the apse.

There are no patterns on the screen, no ornamentation, and the background color is just ordinary white silk with heavy alum. But on the screen, there are a lot of words written densely. The words in black and white are extremely eye-catching, and they are all three words and one paragraph, two words apart - all of them are personal names.

That one is the legendary screen, Wang Hou heard from his father, and the names that can be written on this screen are all ministers who once left a deep impression on the Son of Heaven. Each of the names on it is written by the Son of Heaven himself. Wait for the opportunity to do so in the future.

No matter which dynasty or generation, unless it is a faint monarch who is not a director, or a nominal monarch who fights for his subordinates, all emperors will inevitably have to take care of everything. The successive sons of heaven since the founding of the People's Republic of China will not be an exception. They have to give hundreds of pieces every day, and the names mentioned on the pieces are nearly thousands. Moreover, the selection of civil officials to be transferred to Beijing officials, and the promotion of military attachés and minor envoys to ambassadors and ministers must also meet the Son of Heaven. Every few days they would form a team and be introduced to the emperor.

The names of hundreds of people and thousands of people are dangling in front of the emperor day after day, even if they have a good memory, they can't memorize it or keep up, except for a dozen or twenty important ministers, as well as the inner servants who serve themselves by their side, the remaining names may not appear once a year, how can the Son of Heaven remember? It is often the case that people and things are misremembered, and the situation of Zhang Guan Li Dai often happens.

Therefore, in order to prevent the omission of talents, there is this screen in the Chongzheng Palace. But all the ministers who left a good impression on the emperor in the recitals and audiences, whether they were foreign ministers or internal servants, the Son of Heaven would write them down on the screen. According to rumors, there is not only a registered screen in the Chongzheng Palace, but also a similar screen in the Funing Hall of the Son of Heaven's dormitory - this is so that whenever the Son of Heaven remembers it, he can write it down casually

Although Wang Hou was very interested in the registered screen, when he met the Son of Heaven, his nervous mood would not have made him care too much. It's just that Wang Houfang bowed and looked at the screen inadvertently. He has outstanding vision, but he saw with his own eyes that on the right side of the screen, there was a name on a separate line, and those two words made Wang Hou very familiar-

- Han Gang.