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There was a rush of horses' hooves. … Top Novel,

Two tall horses led a spacious carriage through the gate hole.

The carriage was followed by dozens of men riding northern war horses.

"See Chincha-sama!"

Before the carriage stopped, the officials, led by the governor, knelt on the ground and shouted a salute.

Drive!

The groom tightened the reins, and the aching horse raised its head, neighed, and stopped.

A middle-aged man in his forties lifted the curtain and slowly stepped out of the car.

This person has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, is more than eight feet tall, wears a four-grade official uniform, wears a black gauze hat, and walks with the atmosphere of a superior person.

"Gentlemen, please get up!" The middle-aged man stepped out of the carriage and said aloud to the hundred officials who were kneeling on the ground.

"Lord Xie Qincha!"

The officials thanked them and slowly stood up.

"This official came to Jiangnan on a business trip by the emperor's holy order, and I have the help of all my lords!" The middle-aged man bowed to the governor and the others and smiled politely.

"Lord Qincha is polite, you came to the local business trip, it is the convincing of our local officials, if there is anything to be notified, I will wait for the Zhejiang officials to go forward and follow, and I will serve the lord before and after the saddle." The Governor, who was standing at the head, spoke.

"This is Lord Fang! You served as the governor of Zhejiang for several years, so that the thieves in Zhejiang were exterminated, and the people were safe, before leaving Beijing, Lord Ye, the capital of the cabinet, was still praising you for being shrewd and capable, loyal and upright. The middle-aged man looked at the governor and smiled.

"It's a trivial matter, it's not enough to worry about it!" The governor's face was very useful, but his mouth was politely shaking his hand!

The two exchanged a few words, and the governor pointed to the adults behind him and introduced: "This is Lord Liang, the political envoy of Zhejiang, this is Lord Yang, the commander of the Zhejiang Metropolitan Division, and this is Lord Wang, the judge." ”

After the governor introduced the officials above the fourth grade in Zhejiang to the middle-aged man, he said with a smile: "Please ask Lord Qincha to move the governor's yamen, the local officials have prepared a reception banquet for the adults!" ”

"Please!" The middle-aged man was not polite, and went directly to the carriage prepared for him by Zhejiang officials!

In front of the city gates, a large number of officials got into their carriages.

Some petty officials of small rank did not have a chariot, so they could only walk behind the carriages of the adults.

The people on both sides of the street were silent, full of respect for the carriages that passed in front of them.

For more than 200 years, the imperial power of the Ming Dynasty was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the people of Hangzhou usually treated the local officials either privately abused, or secretly sarcastic, but today it is different, the Lord Qincha from the capital came by holy order, and the people did not dare to show it in front of the Lord Qincha even though they had many dissatisfactions.

Dozens of carriages left the city gate with smoke and dust, and headed down the street towards the governor's yamen!

Many armoured men armed with spears followed behind the adults on foot, and the scene was spectacular, and two large drums were beaten, all the way to the carriage.

In the crowd, Yang Xiaoyu smiled and watched the Zhejiang officials leave with Lord Qincha.

Among the many officials, he saw an acquaintance, and this person was none other than Wang Zhengxiang.

Although Wang Zhengxiang is a supervising envoy, in terms of rank, he is only a seventh-rank official, and he is not qualified to ride in the carriage with all the second- and third-rank officials, and he, like many sixth- and seventh-grade officials, follows the carriage on foot.

Yang Xiaoyu hid in the crowd and sighed slightly, when Wang Zhengxiang walked in front of him just now, he clearly saw that Wang Zhengxiang's life palace gathered black qi, and the heavenly court was blue and black!

This is a sign that there is no escape!

There was almost no need to guess, he already knew that Wang Zhengxiang's life was not guaranteed.

The imperial court was risking his life to appease the anger of local officials in Zhejiang.

A sadness suddenly rose in Yang Xiaoyu's heart, a loyal official will fall to the ground in the near future because of his false accusation!

But this sadness comes and goes quickly!

If Wang Zhengxiang doesn't die, how can he make this contribution?

After the officials of Hangzhou left, the people on both sides of the street suddenly broke out into discussions.

Everyone was discussing what was the name of the Chincha-sama, what was the name, what was the name of the person, and which department was in charge of Kyoto at present?

A young man in the crowd boasted to the people: "The surname of this Lord Qincha who came is He, the ancestor and the lower are from the same branch, and the current imperial envoy of the capital is the same as the Yamen." ”

When the people heard that this young man was actually from the same door as Lord Qincha, they hurriedly flattered him, and some even said a lot of compliments.

The young man proudly showed off to the people: "What is this, there have been two second-grade officials on the lower ancestor, and there are dozens of sixth- and seventh-grade officials, and this Lord Qincha who came today is only one of them!" ”

When Yang Xiaoyu heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, does the middle-aged man have a surname? He didn't know where this young man got it, not to mention, this young man had a mediocre face and an average family background, how could his ancestors have two second-grade masters?

"Wang Chong, let's go!" Yang Xiaoyu couldn't listen to it anymore, so he took Wang Chong to the governor's yamen.

Along the way, I met many people, all of whom went to the governor's yamen to watch the excitement.

Hangzhou, a thousand-year-old city, ushered in the messenger of the Son of Heaven, and all the people wanted to get a little dragon qi in order to become rich and prosperous in the future.

Wait for Yang Xiaoyu to come to the governor's yamen!

Many people have gathered here.

The soldiers in front of the yamen were armed with spears and isolated the people fifty paces in front of the yamen.

All the people, you push and push, and they don't want to rush forward, so that they can carefully look at the dignity of Lord Qincha.

However, the soldiers were not vegetarians, and when they saw that some of the people were crowded, they stepped forward and pulled them out to greet them.

The beaten people had blue noses and swollen faces, and they were embarrassed, and they no longer dared to squeeze forward.

Yang Xiaoyu didn't squeeze forward, he stood at the back and found a taller stone, everyone else was looking forward with his feet crossed, he didn't have to lift his feet, he could see the movement in front of the governor's yamen.

There are two stone lions in front of the solemn yamen!

Hundreds of soldiers lined up in three teams to surround the governor's yamen.

The vermilion gate was open, and the guards inside the gate were like a forest, and the armor soldiers were like rain.

After a while.

Four big men escorted Wang Zhengxiang out of the yamen.

At this time, Wang Zhengxiang had completely lost the demeanor of an official, the black gauze hat on his head was taken off, his black hair was scattered, his face was wronged, and he roared unwillingly: "Your Majesty, the ministers are wronged, the emperor, the ministers are wronged!" ”

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