When Xu Fengnian got into the car, Xu Yanbing asked, "Why don't you go in and take a few looks?"

Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "When Xu Xiao was young, he didn't go in the place where he pretended to be a grandson. ”

Xu Yanbing smiled knowingly, nodded and said, "The general should think the same way." ”

The carriage drove to the Zhao family urn, which was not far away, and it was the retreat of the dynasty, and many carriages were coming, after all, in addition to the powerful six departments in the capital, there were also a large and numerous large and small yamen located elsewhere.

Carriages and horseback officials passed by this inconspicuous carriage.

Xu Yanbing parked outside the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, the carriages or mounts of the officials of the Ministry of Rites had already occupied the position, so that the wide road in and out of the Yamen was still crowded, there was no way, the Ministry of Rites is now a first-class noble and noble dynasty land, ushering in the extremely heavy send-off, many officials from other departments who were not willing to set foot in the Ministry of Rites half a step before, and now they also come to the Ministry of Rites every other day to find a Lang Zhongren Wailang to talk about the old routine, as for the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Sima Puhua and Zuo Shilang Jin Lanting don't have extravagant hopes, unless it is a character at the level of the other Ministry of Rites, it is impossible to see at all。 Having said that, when he got to the position of a squire, he was not very able to pull down, and of course there was no need to use such a crude method to wrap up the relationship.

So when Xu Yanbing just stopped a position at random, and soon a small official of the Ministry of Etiquette came over, but he didn't immediately point his fingers at each other, Tai'an City is deep and full of dragons, and there have been countless blood-drenched lessons from the past to sum up a truth, be kind to others, and endure if you can endure, there will definitely be no mistake. When you only shrink your head to a turtle, it's better than being a king with a head stretched out and chopping it off, right?

The little official was quickly very glad for his cautiousness, and when he saw the clothes of the young man who lifted the curtain, he immediately woke up, worthy of being a person from the Ministry of Rites, compared to the absurdity and comical of the two people in the Arsenal Division of the Ministry of War, this guy quickly took a deep seat and said respectfully: "The lower official sees the King of Beiliang!"

Xu Fengnian stepped out of the carriage, nodded, and walked straight to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

The official of the Ministry of Rites behind him waited until Xu Fengnian walked into the door, but he still didn't dare to get up.

A humble posture that can't wait to bend over until the sky is wasted.

The one who led the way for the young vassal king was a very bad luck priest of the Ministry of Rites, Shi Langzhong, who happened to meet this king of Beiliang on a narrow road, and there was nowhere to escape, and several subordinates in the same group instantly opened a large distance from this Lord Langzhong, and there was no consciousness of sacrificing one's life for righteousness.

Nowadays, the threshold of the Ministry of Rites is not easy to enter? If there are no acquaintances with sufficient rank to lead the way, it will be difficult for other officials of the Ministry of Rites who have been holding back their grievances for many years.

Facts are naturally facts.

But the person in front of him will care about your bullshit rules? When he was still His Royal Highness the Prince of Beiliang, he could already go to the palace with a sword!

Therefore, when the priest of the ancestral shrine heard the king of Beiliang say that he wanted to see the old Shangshu, he didn't dare to put a fart, bowed his head and helped lead the way, only saying that after the lord Shangshu retreated from the court, there was still a thunderous imperial study discussion, and the prince might need to wait for a while.

Xu Fengnian walked into Sima Puhua's room, and did not refuse the tea and water from the Ministry of Rites.

Seeing the young feudal king standing in front of Lord Shangshu's beloved "The Sound of Frogs Out of the Mountain Spring", Lord Langzhong, who carefully handed over a cup of hot tea, remembered that after the hereditary replacement of Beiliang, this young man was scolded as a tyrannical object, wantonly inscribed and inscribed on the priceless authentic handwriting and painting, and even simply stamped the "fake" Two words, at first I didn't know how many Beijing officials and Chinese Plains people Yashi, after getting the calligraphy and paintings from the Beiliang Palace, they beat their chests one by one, eager to catch the young man from the Wutong Courtyard and beat him, I didn't think that it was only a few years of hard work, and immediately changed his face, and one smiled more than the other. The reason is very simple, no matter how the leaders of the Shilin clan resist, these calligraphy and paintings through the hands of the young feudal kings, as long as you are willing to sell, the price of the next family will be doubled, even so, there is still no market!

Thinking of this, Lord Langzhong was a little weak-hearted, when Jin Lanting, who hated Beiliang the most, entered the Ministry of Rites and sat in the second place, he reluctantly sold several calligraphy and paintings publicly to show his loyalty, but he still secretly hid a "Cool Post", thinking that one day when he would leave the officialdom and return to his hometown when he was old, he would take it out and show off to others. Or if you can't keep it, when you reach the critical moment of your career, you will transfer that small post with only a few words, "low price", to your early imperial examination master, and give it away for nothing? Dream about it! Qingliang post, Qingliang Mountain, just with the two extremely special words "Qingliang", Lord Langzhong conservatively estimated that it was worth him 500 taels!

Xu Fengnian finished drinking tea, walked to the vicinity of the bookcase, opened a fine sandalwood box, which was neatly placed with six ingots of ink, took out one of the ingots, Shuanglong spit beads and painted gold patterns, and the seal book "Huazhang Huancai" in the middle was obviously from the court tribute ink of Chu Zhi, a master of ink making in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. Rare objects like this, after decades of tossing and turning, have now become things on the bookcase of Liyang officials. However, compared with the remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period, who were also uprooted from their hometowns, these dead things seem to be much luckier, they can survive the love of another well-informed reader, and many remnants of the country who have died can only not know where they died in a foreign land.

Lord Shangshu Sima Puhua still did not return to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, and Lord Langzhong, who was suffering on the side, turned paler and paler.

A cough sounded outside the door, and the priest of the ancestral priest Shi Lang walked out of the house quietly, and saw that it was a good relationship with the fine food and Qing official Wai Lang, a good old man, who had been a member of the Wai Lang for more than ten years and failed to be promoted, the latter whispered with a sad face: "Lord Liu, Lord Shangshu arrived at the yamen, turned around and left, saying that he was going to the province to do business. He also said that we must not let the prince know, so that we can only say that today's discussion of politics takes a long time, and we may not be able to leave the palace before noon, and let us entertain the prince well. ”

Hearing this bad news, Lord Lang Zhong almost jumped to scold his mother, resisted the urge to run away on the spot, and took several deep breaths outside the house, as if his heart and liver were hurting.

At this time, a flash of inspiration, Lord Lang Zhong whispered in the ear of Lang Wai Lang, the latter looked embarrassed, Lord Lang Zhong patted the latter's shoulder heavily, and said in a categorical tone: "Hurry up!"

After explaining the matter, Lord Langzhong returned to the house as if walking on thin ice, and told the young feudal king such a thing in a calm tone as much as possible, when he spoke, his face was full of sincerity and guilt, and when he secretly collected a maid in the house a few years ago to catch a woman in bed, he had not seen Lord Langzhong grovel so much.

Xu Fengnian glanced at him, hummed expressionlessly, and said, "Lord Shangshu is not here, Jiang Shilang and Jin Lanting should always be there, right?"

Lang Zhong couldn't think about the meaning of the two different titles, and the chicken pecked the rice and said: "Lord Jiang is here, here, originally Lord Jiang was on leave, and he temporarily returned to the yamen to deal with government affairs." After Lord Jin retreated, he returned directly to the Ministry of Rites, and he was there!"

Compared with the Shangshu House that stands out from the crowd, although the rooms of the two attendants of the Ministry of Rites are also their own, the room is connected to several other Langzhong Wailang, so it does not seem so unique.

The Ministry of Etiquette is a place to teach people about the rules, and its own rules, red tape has reached the realm of nitpicking.

Xu Fengnian and Lang Zhong walked to the room of Jiang Yongle, the right attendant, but Lang found that Jiang Yongle had just run back from outside, panting, and he didn't care about maintaining any demeanor in front of the lower officials.

When Lang Zhong saw this right attendant, there was only one thought in his heart, Lord Jiang, take care of yourself, it's not that the lower official intends to drag you into the water, but that Lord Shangshu has already cheated the lower official, if I don't let people scare you back, the lower official may not see the sun tomorrow. Well, in fact, the little rabbit cub in Xiaguan's house has a slang term in the rivers and lakes as a mantra, and now that I think about it, it really makes sense. Speaking of which, if you, Lord Jiang, accidentally die violently, the lower officials will definitely try their best to pick up the burden of the Ministry of Rites on your shoulders.

invited the King of Beiliang into the house, and after Jiang Yongle closed the door, he didn't speak, just pounced, and knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Even Xu Fengnian was a little crying and laughing, in fact, contrary to what the outside world imagined, Beiliang from Xu Xiao to Li Yishan to him Xu Fengnian, he had long known about the nickname, Xu Fengnian refused to accept the holy decree after hereditary replacement, and even the eunuch who announced the decree failed to enter Youzhou, this is Xu Fengnian's responsibility as a son of man, and it is also a gesture that Beiliang must take. It doesn't mean that Xu Fengnian really has any deep grudge against Jiang Yongle, a little person in the Ministry of Rites, not to mention that at that time, above the temple, there were hundreds of civil and military officials, only Yao Baifeng, the left priest of the country, said a fair word for Xu Xiao, and others, such as Yan Jiexi, Jin Lanting, Lu Shengxiang and others, were much more ruthless than Jiang Yongle's suggestions for the evaluation of the nickname. In fact, at that time, Xu Xiao and Li Yishan laughed and discussed his "afterlife", saying that a bad word would never be able to run away. Coincidentally, Xu Xiao, who rarely turns books, often goes to Wutong Courtyard to take out the classics of the Ministry of Rites when he is bored, and covers his own coffin to make a conclusion.

I, Xu Xiao, am a martial artist, what do I want from a martial artist to praise the word "Wen"! The word "strong" is better, it is meritorious to the country, the slaughter is too heavy, and the merit is offset. Just when I Xu Xiao and Liyang have an old account, the two are cleared!

Of course, Xu Fengnian has no hatred and murder towards Jiang Yongle, which does not mean that he will have a good face for this No. 3 person in the Ministry of Rites. But such a dignified waiter, kneeling there and posing as a scoundrel, made Xu Fengnian eye-opener.

Not long after, when the young vassal king walked out of the house, the priest Shiro could vaguely hear a burst of sobbing in the house.

Lang Zhong was relieved, but he also had a little regret in his heart.

Xu Fengnian walked outside the house of the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites, the door of the house was wide open, and the elegant Jin Lanting sat calmly behind the bookcase, looking at the young vassal king who was once high, the Jin Saburo who was in the officialdom of Tai'an City, had no fear on his face and looked at him coldly.

Jin Lanting squinted, did not move at all, and even got up to greet him.

You have become the king of Beiliang hereditarily, and you have gone one step further.

But my Jin Lanting is no longer the little scholar clan of that small county!

Next, the priest of the ancestral priest Shi Lang heard the king of Beiliang say, "You retreat away." ”

After the young man with 300,000 iron horses in Beiliang crossed the threshold, he did not close the door.

But no one dared to look up to see what was going on.

Soon, there was a loud noise in the house.

The priest of the ancestral priest was startled and trembled all over.

I don't know how long it took, but the young vassal king walked out of the house, patted his dust-free sleeve lightly, and walked away.

The priest of the ancestral priest hesitated to enter the house, and heard the left waiter, who paid the most attention to speech and behavior, shouted in his throat: "Get out of me!"

The entire Yamen of the Ministry of Rites has a chill in the middle of winter.

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Xu Fengnian walked to the carriage, saw Xu Yanbing's curious eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't kill anyone, but someone should be more uncomfortable than dead." ”

Xu Yanbing's eyes were a little strange.

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "I didn't take off my pants." But if you have this habit, I can lead you over, and now that guy is probably still raining. ”

Xu Yanbing hurriedly waved his hand and laughed.

Xu Yanbing finally stopped laughing, and asked when Xu Fengnian was about to get into the carriage, "Go to the Qin Heavenly Prison next?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "Go." ”

Xu Yanbing suddenly looked sideways at the group of people on the street in the distance, all riding horses, it had been some time since the retreat, the road was not congested, but the fierce momentum of the five horsemen was very eye-catching.

Xu Fengnian lifted the side curtain when Xu Yanbing turned his head, and the five horsemen did not look at them except for the first one, and the other four horsemen all had unkind faces, and one of them stopped moving, holding the reins of the horse with one hand, and leaning back slightly, full of arrogance and conceit.

Xu Yanbing said softly: "Look at the old man's official robe, it seems to be a second-grade military court's uniform that can only be worn by the generals of the four expeditions and four towns and the secretary of the military department." ”

Xu Fengnian said: "It should be Wu Chongxuan, who was previously named the general of the expedition to the south, it seems that he has come to the capital to receive the reward this time, and he may have become the secretary of the military department." It's no wonder that the descendants under him are so arrogant. ”

Xu Yanbing frowned and said, "Why don't I teach you a lesson?"

Xu Fengnian, who was separated by a curtain between the two, shook his head and said, "Forget it, Wu Chongxuan still has some incense left with a certain guy." If you want to teach a lesson, let him do it himself later. ”

Wave after wave, just when Xu Fengnian was about to ignore the other party's provocative eyes, he stopped his horse and rode, raised his hand and made a palm to wipe his neck.

Xu Yanbing said calmly: "Lord Wang, you can't let me go back and forth, just be a groom, right?"

Xu Fengnian smiled: "Okay." Don't take it too hard. ”

Xu Yanbing asked, "Half dead?"

Xu Fengnian replied: "The other party is not a powerless civil official, and it is not glorious to fight, but a veteran Southern Xinjiang general, how can it be enough to be half dead, if you don't beat him to half death, I am sorry for their great name that the Southern Xinjiang army is comparable to the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry." ”

Xu Yanbing, who let go of the horse's reins, couldn't help but smile: "There is still such a reason?"

Xu Fengnian put down the curtain and said slowly: "As long as Beiliang Tie is riding, it is the truth." ”

Xu Yanbing disappeared in a flash, and the next scene was that Xu Yanbing kicked on the flank of the big horse, and the southern Xinjiang generals even flew out with people and horses, and the horse flew out with four hooves, falling heavily in the distance, and there was a bang.

No one saw how Xu Yanbing made a move, and the burly military general who had not yet rolled off his horse was kicked and flew out five or six feet, and it was also a loss that this street, which was second only to the imperial road in the capital, was wide enough, otherwise he would have fallen into the wall.

Xu Yanbing stepped on the head of the dying general, and looked at the rest of the horses, except for Wu Chongxuan, who quietly turned the horse's head, all of them were angry and hideous.

Xu Yanbing didn't speak, but just twisted the general's head with the sole of his shoe.

What kind of military officer are you, what kind of military officer are you, and what kind of general you are in southern Xinjiang?!

Wu Chongxuan raised his horsewhip slightly, stopping the revenge attempt of the irascible three horsemen, and now the veteran wearing the official uniform of the second grade lion rode forward slowly, looked down at Xu Yanbing, and asked knowingly: "Beiliang Xu Yanbing?"

Xu Yanbing replied without being salty, "Have you brought one or two thousand elite soldiers to be stationed in the camp of the southern army in Gyeonggi, otherwise I'm afraid that the night will not be enough for a supper." ”

Wu Chongxuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and turned to leave.

The three horsemen under his command galloped towards the military general who did not know life and death, and cleaned up the mess.

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Xu Fengnian sat in the carriage, his hands like an old farmer rolling up his sleeves.

The ten fingers in the sleeve are intertwined, trembling slightly.

Qin Tianjian is about to arrive.

The source of the white case in Beijing is here!

Spring and Autumn Sword Armor, die here!