In the summer, the status of the ancient department of the rites was second only to the ministry of cadres, and it was a division of the detainment. Division.

Li Shaolin Shangshu has been in charge of the household department for more than ten years, and as a counselor of the political hall, he has participated in countless ceremonial ceremonies, and none of the specifications of the ceremony have been this time. Again, there has not been a time when the ritual run has gone so unexpected.

They tried every precaution, but they failed to count the protagonist of the ceremony, and they would actually be in front of countless spectators. Flew out of the sedan chair, then over the human wall, over the fence, and into the crowd, looking like running towards a better life and rescuing the poor and suffering people of the third world.

The sedan chair of the lost protagonist is still advancing, but the knight horse team behind is a little overwhelmed They are mostly composed of handsome and prominent aristocratic young men, in the panic, some people stopped, some people continued to move forward, and were hit together by the blindfolded horses, neighing, so the crowd in front also began to mess up.

Decades of reputation were ruined. This is much worse than a personal affair, Li Shaolin's eyes darkened, and he went to the ground without hesitation. A young imperial historian next to him saw that the situation was not right. With a "whoosh", he made a sliding shovel movement and lay down under Li Shaolin's body, saving the lives of high-ranking imperial officials. Judging from this action alone, as a model of scholars, the imperial historians are really both internal and external, even if they don't rely on the fame of the imperial examination, they can play football and sell their bodies, and it is still easy to make a living.

Lord Shangshu, who was presiding over the ceremony, fainted, and the officials around him were in a hurry again. A squire stood up reluctantly. Take over the command.

Being a substitute at this time is like a broiler working in KFC, which is extremely dangerous.

Master Cheng Yunan stood on the viewing platform, looked at the chaotic below, and said with a hesitant face: "This kid."

His voice was low. Because the protagonist of the ceremony is his own son. He was unhappy not to be part of the organisers. Of course, it's just a superficial unpleasantness.

Cheng's mother in a dress is different, the woman is always full of smiles, looking at her son with proud eyes, even if Cheng Jinzhou came out of the sedan chair and pounced on his fiancée with tears in her eyes regardless of her image, it was no exception.

In her opinion, the so-called national rites do not seem to be much different from the ancestor worship within the clan, although it is important, it is far less important than the son himself.

Moreover, since Cheng Jinzhou can complain recklessly at the national ceremony. Then he naturally has the qualifications to act recklessly, and Cheng Mu's idea is not very correct, but it is correct enough.

A few steps away from Liu Qingshuang. Cheng Jinzhou descended from the sky.

Out of natural fear of the superiors, the Liu family standing beside him avoided both sides, and the old man of the Liu family, who was sitting in front, retreated without saying a word. He remains an important part of the imperial power, representing the interests of at least a quarter of the imperial interest groups. But Cheng Jinzhou's power has already faintly passed the scope of Great Xia, if he becomes a fourth-level star warlock, then he will inevitably be above the entire empire, or even above the empire. Like Jiang Huang and others, they are no longer afraid of the fetters of power.

If it weren't for the fact that in front of countless people, Liu Qingshuang would have cried like a tearful person, even now, a large tear has been guided by gravity. It hung on her long eyelashes.

Under the gaze of countless nobles, officials, and selected representatives of the masses, Cheng Jinzhou opened his arms and hugged Liu Qingshuang into his arms.

The satin on his chest was immediately wet.

For a long time, the tired lips of the band below stiffened and straightened. Cheng Jin returned to the twenty-four sedan chairs just now, with Liu Qingshuang, who was trembling slightly.

Ceremony. As usual.

The seasoned elites of the court pretended to be indifferent, and continued to look up happily, as if they had no idea what was going on.

Only the angry Li Shaolin, the iron-faced emperor, and the grievances of the emperor with nowhere to release. They are like broilers who have lost their wallets in KFC again, afraid of being revealed, but the pain cannot be silenced.

The sedan chair started steadily, and the combined force of the twenty-four strong men was like the giant tortoise that lifted Shenzhou, silent and powerful, and the silence was unshakable.

Liu Qingshuang, who cried at the right time. Embarrassed to lie on Cheng Jinzhou's chest, without saying a word, his whole face was hot.

Xiao Cheng smiled silently, grabbed her hand, and sat down in the sedan chair with peace of mind.

The ceremony is long and orderly.

Except for a little bit of sarcasm in between, a qiē is perfect many years later. When people talk about the ceremony again, they probably only remember the arsenic leak.

After thinking of this, Emperor Lizong's face became even heavier, and his fingers were tightly clasped on the armrests of the dragon chair.

"Cancel the round-the-city ceremony." Due to the delay, Li Shaolin looked at the sky and felt pain.

His legs were still a little weak, but his face was full of red, I don't know if it was a sign of anger like that, or a sign of returning to the light.

The waiter who was a scapegoat woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said, "Do you want to meet the saint?" ”

He was definitely lucky to have escaped. If Li Shaolin falls and can't wake up. His future must be very "ruthless." spent in the life of the guilty person.

Li Shaolin snorted, "Hmm." snorted. Whew-gasped.

Lord Shirou didn't dare to ask again, and waved the small flag in his hand.

The sedan chair twisted slightly and entered the palace.

The last and most important step was to meet the Emperor in person. According to the normal procedure, the victorious returnee... Kneel before the throne. A flag symbolizing victory, as well as primers representing it, will be presented.

This is a nasty step for both parties.

Fortunately, it was only born in the palace.

Cheng Jinzhou stood there, holding the flag of the Northern Han Dynasty with both hands, while His Majesty the Emperor sat there and stretched out his hand to take it.

A compromise that upset both parties. It was unnecessary, and it was a real move, like most political compromises.

The ministers were like clay puppets, metal dolls, and stone carvings carved out of diamonds. He didn't move his eyelids, as if he hadn't seen the handover process between the two sides.

After two difficult minutes, Li Shaolin stood up tremblingly, with a trembling voice. There was an almost cheering shout: "The ceremony is over." ”

To one. For the old man who has just passed the age of sixteen and has just fainted and almost suffered a stroke, it is really shocking to prepare a national gift for Lord Astral Warlock.

In the absence of nitroglycerin to save lives, this is fighting for life.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Cheng Jinzhou still has an idle hand.

"Lord Star Warlock is invincible, and he is the pillar of the country." To be an emperor, they are

Emperor.

Both sides laughed, and the harmony was like kidnappers and hostages watching a comedy together.

The chief eunuch in the palace counted the laughter there, and when everyone was full of laughter, he bowed down and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Cheng, the Qiongyu banquet is ready." ”

"Lord Cheng, please." His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to save Cheng Jinzhou.

"Your Majesty, please." Cheng Jinzhou let the other party hold his arm.

The two of them walked in the shape of a country model. Walking internationally, Taiwan.

Appreciating the posture of the two of them, all of them were a group of bad old men over half a hundred years old, occasionally two or three, and the young Hanlin and Yushi were as rare as men at a fashion fair.

The so-called Qiongyu banquet is actually an ornamental banquet.

Start with the first course and every five dishes. Only one can move chopsticks, and the rest can only be seen, not eaten.

Of course, the number of dishes is absolutely sufficient, even if you eat only one bite of each dish, one hundred and sixty-eight dishes can be eaten to a full. Cheng Jinzhou was accustomed to the extravagance of the aristocrats, so he didn't say anything, and occasionally tasted two bites, leisurely.

His Majesty the Emperor is even more so, according to legend, the emperor has to use customary dishes for every meal, of which 80 dishes are used for display, and Emperor Lizong made several important moves in order to show his diligence and integrity, including: changing the 80 dishes every three days to changing them every five days.

For this alone, he saved more than 100 taels of silver for Great Xia every month, and the ministers praised him endlessly

Ear.

The people who can sit at the banquet can be described as imperial Puying, Cheng Jinzhou looked at it from beginning to end when he was bored, there were twenty-year-old young princes, thirty-year-old young Hanlin, forty-year-old young family patriarchs, fifty-year-old young pavilion scholars, and sixty-year-old young scholars participating in politics. There were seventy-year-old young star warlocks, and a group of young people used rigorous language to set off a cheerful atmosphere. It represents the thriving prospect of the whole country.

in a group of people. The two gentlemen dressed plainly attracted Cheng Jinzhou's attention.

To say that they are simple only refers to the intricacy of their clothes, which has not yet reached the level of Cheng dù that they cannot wear, but the quality and handiwork of the satin. But it's not inferior at all.

Still, seeing that everyone else was wearing clothes with more wrinkles than their faces, the two middle-aged men who were calm and composed, seemed a bit maverick.

Cheng Jinzhou watched it for a long time, but he couldn't distinguish their identities. Say it's an official, some young are excessive; It is said that it is aristocracy, which is a bit simple and excessive; Let's say it's the royal family, a little silent

The two of them sat at the feast like two earth dogs squatting in the midst of wolves, or two lions squatting in the middle of a prize.

Dr. Cheng looked at each other with exquisite and puzzled eyes, and the two looked over with some feeling.

The eyes of the two sides were separated by more than ten meters, and there was no spark in the air when they collided.

"Mrs. Cheng." The two Tibetan musicians bowed their hands without the slightest fear.

"The two of you are not from Daxia," Cheng Jinzhou also said very unruly.

Li Shaolin Shangshu's eyes darkened, and he slipped down from the seat again.

This is a Qiong Yu banquet, and what kind of words everyone can say is prescribed. When the banquet is over, the secretary will sort it out and print it out. Published all over the world.

in the structure and content of these prescribed languages. None of them were so inquiring. Li Shaolin is not qualified to stop Cheng Jinzhou, so he is in no mood to stop his heart from beating abnormally.

It's okay to pass out, it's a hundred.

Hiding dung, he glanced at the palace rescue team, nodded with a smile, and said: "Lord Cheng has good eyesight, we are from the Holy Cliff, and it coincides with the ceremony, so I am here to congratulate."

The word "holy cliff" sounded in Cheng Jinzhou's mind. I couldn't hear anything else for a while.

His Majesty may only know the name of the Holy Cliff. Cheng Jinzhou knew that even Phil and Andrew, the two Sacred Cliff practitioners, were fourth-level Star Warlocks, and God knows what level the gentlemen of the Sacred Cliff were.

Within ten paces was an enemy country, and Napoleon could not defeat a cougar. Cheng Jinzhou suddenly regretted why he didn't invite Jiang Huang to the banquet together.

Beyond the word count: Bird's Rise! Don't forget to update" (to be continued)

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