How good is that?

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Fan Zhen felt a chill in his heart: "Is there no way for the prince to do it? Is there no way to save it?"

"The son of the world does not need to worry, there is one more person who can save the son of the world from this desperate situation."

"Who?" It's like grasping at a life-saving straw.

"Summoning Gonghu, your brother-in-law." E Yufang spoke very slowly.

"Zimu?" Fan Zhen's eyes flashed, and then dimmed: "No, because of my reckless preaching, my sister's heart has failed, and it is too late for Zimu to hate me. And I seem to be displeased with the matter of the arrow, this matter has dragged him down, how can I still lend a hand?"

E Yufang let out a slight chuckle: "The prince doesn't know your brother-in-law too well. Those who summon the public are awe-inspiring and righteous, and they take the world as the most important. He has always advocated governing the world with "Zhou Li", how can he allow the abolition of the long and the young in the country? Besides, when his wife was dying, he had promised to take care of the son. He will not ignore this matter in public or private."

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly took a shot and said, "Dead horses and live horse doctors, I will set off to Hojing to ask to see the prime minister."

These days, the court is cold, and Rong Yi is inexplicably a little melancholy. Since he left the palace that day, it has been more than ten days, and Zhou Li Wang Ji Hu really has never summoned him again. Could it really be that he was too eager for quick success, so that the shrewd son of heaven saw what clues?

For more than ten years, he has traveled among the powerful of other countries, and used his ingenuity to find a thorny road to the top of power. Now that "walking a hundred steps and half ninety", the dawn is ahead, why can't I hold my breath like this? In the final analysis, even he can't tell, is it his father's hatred or the hidden heart of merit that supports him to go on so hard?

"Sir, summoned by the King."

Rong Yi turned around suddenly, nodded and smiled at the respectful official, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the cart that had already stopped at the door.

"Sir, please take a seat." In the spacious Wang study, Ji Hu pointed to the table next to him: "The furnace is too small, Mr. doesn't need a wide coat."

"The king is young and tough after all, and there is only one burning furnace in the huge study." Rong Yi sat down, sighing.

"Wake up cold, faint hot." Ji Hu smiled: "Qi Zhong, make new tea for Mr."

I don't know where I agreed, after all, Ji Hu's voice fell, Qi Zhong had already arrived at the case, and smiled lightly at Rong Yi: "Mr. Kankan has arrived, hot and drunk, please Mr. Warm up." The big teacup in front of him was steaming, and before Rong Yi could say hello, Qi Zhong's figure was gone.

"Sir's tea is not for nothing." Ji Hu pointed to a roll of bamboo slips in front of him: "There is a problem."

Rong Yi unfolded it and took a cursory look, his brows gradually furrowed, and Ji Hu's voice sounded in his ears: "This is the monarch and minister of Fanguo***, and it is said that Fanjun is seriously ill and will not exist. For the sake of state affairs and filial piety, I asked the prince to return to the country as soon as possible in case of emergency. In the end, it is a relationship between father and son, and there is no reason for Lone to dismiss it. However, in the current situation of the country, if my cousin returns to China rashly, life and death are unpredictable, so I would like to ask my husband for his idea."

Unexpectedly, Rong Yi did not hesitate at all, and closed the bamboo slip with a "snap-" sound: "This matter should not be decided by the king, and the minister doesn't understand why my king should be worried?"

"What do you mean, sir?" Ji Hu asked with a slight frown.

"The king has not yet been in charge of the government, and such government affairs should have been handled by Zhao Gongzi Mu. Has the king forgotten?"

"Does the gentleman mean to send this book to the Prime Minister's Mansion and let the young father dispose of it?"

"No, not really." Rong Yi waved his hand: "The minister asks the king to write to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and please summon Gongzi Mu to Luoyi Counselor Qigeng and the spring court meeting ceremony."

"Why is that?" Ji Hu was a little anxious, because he was too young, the annual cultivation ceremony was presided over by Zhao Bohu, and this time he had the opportunity to preside over this important ceremony by taking the opportunity of touring the eastern capital. You can also take this opportunity to appear in front of the subjects of the world to pave the way and prepare for the future pro-government. If you invite Zhao Bohu, will you still have this chance to appear?

"Rest easy, the King." Rong Yi was unhurried: "The minister's intention is that the cultivation ceremony is still presided over by the king in Luoyi.

Let the people of the Eastern Capital and the Central Plains be able to witness the demeanor of our king. But after all, the king has not yet been in power, and it is appropriate for the court meeting to summon the prince to decide the matter. In this way, it is possible to do both."

"Oh, I see." Ji Hu breathed a long sigh of relief: "Just follow what Mr. said. Alas, Lone today knows that the young father is difficult to deal with, and ------ the matter of the arrow, Hugh has to mention it again."

"No!"

"What did you say? Fanzhen ran away?" Ji Hu sat up in surprise and glared at Rong Yi in front of him: "Did he go back to Fanguo to visit his father?" If that's the case, it's forgivable to leave without saying goodbye.

"Definitely." Rong Yi said: "It is reported that he is going out of the west gate of Luoyi and looking west, and he should be going to Haojing to find ------ Zhaoxiangguo!" He glanced at Ji Hu's face as he spoke.

"Hmph, it's really smart, I know how to find someone who has real power." A self-deprecating sneer appeared at the corner of Ji Hu's mouth, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"My lord, the minister still has something to do."

"Speak!"

"Recently, the minister learned that when Fan Shizi was intercepted and killed in Zaoyangyu, he did not escape by himself. but someone helped him."

"Oh? Who is it?" Ji Hu leaned forward slightly, as if he was interested in the topic.

"It's ------ Hou Yufang." Rong Yi raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Hu's face again, and replied calmly.

"What? Is that him?" Ji Hu suddenly got up, and said slightly, "Why has Fan Zhen never mentioned it to Lone? Why did he deliberately hide it from Yu Gu?"

"The discord between the king and the marquis is a matter known to the world, and it is understandable that the prince deliberately concealed it for fear that the king would be angry with him, and refused to tell him."

"There are extenuating circumstances, extenuating circumstances------- everyone has extenuating circumstances, only loneliness deserves it!" Ji Hu suddenly became furious, and swept the jade on the case to the ground with a crisp sound, and the fragments were scattered. The servants on the left and right, as well as Rongyi, hurriedly bowed down and said, "Please rest the wrath of the thunder, the king."

The breeze of early spring slowly blew into the main hall, and the furnace of anger in Ji Hu's body felt a rare coolness, he calmed down, and said indifferently, "Well, since he is going to Hojing, let him go!" It is better for the young father to solve this problem. Lone should concentrate on preparing for the cultivation ceremony!"

"I'm wise!" Rong Yi was the first to shout.

Hearing that this year's ploughing ceremony will be presided over by the seventeen-year-old boy Tianzi himself, the people of the government and the opposition are excited, and then the Spring Festival will be held, and the excitement of the people of the Central Plains suddenly reached its peak.

On the tenth day of the first month of February, the people of Luoyi Zhou poured into the city.

Across the white stone bridge across the rolling clear waves, around the sacrificial platform on the south bank of the river, thousands of people watched the grand opening ceremony. Ji Hu four watch immediately rose, bathed in the crown belt, when the red sun first rose, under the embrace of the inner servants, boarded the luxurious bronze king's chariot, and slowly galloped into the road to the altar of the ceremony.

In the hazy river mist, I saw that the first person waiting in front of the altar was Zhao Gongzi Mu, who had only hurried this morning, his eyes were slightly red, and he obviously looked like he had not slept all night, and a burst of indescribable sourness welled up in his heart. As soon as Zhao Zimu saw Ji Hu, he bowed to the ground: "The minister arrived in the early morning, and before he met my king first, please forgive the king."

Ji Hu hurriedly helped him up: "The young father is in charge of state affairs, and he is busy, what is the crime? After today's ceremony, please take the time to rest, and tomorrow's court meeting will be presided over by the young father."

Zhao Bohu's tired eyes flashed with tears of comfort: "The king has grown up, and the courtiers are very relieved."

Ji Hu bowed slightly to him, and all kinds of etiquette began. Sacrifice heaven and earth to pray for the New Year, read the sacrificial text, help the plough to start ploughing, reward the ploughing oxen, inspect the hundreds of households to cultivate, and confer the title of the meritorious farmer who worked hard and was good at farming in the early years------- seventeen-year-old Ji Hu ran non-stop to the spring in the west and the sunset in the evening, only to end this most laborious ceremony.

The king with a huge bronze umbrella cover returned to the city, and Zhou Li Wang Jihu sat upright and bowed solemnly to the people of the roadside, and when he made a great gift to the people, the sound of jubilation suddenly filled the four fields. He couldn't help but burst into tears.

The next morning, followed by the Spring Festival meeting.

The courtiers gather the ministers of the country to jointly decide on state affairs. According to tradition, this kind of pilgrimage is more than two times a year

Three times, at least once. This time it was the Spring Festival party after the ploughing ceremony. Since the death of King Zhou Yi, because the successor Li Wang Jihu is young, this kind of court meeting cannot be held once a year. This time, the princes of the Central Plains and Jianghan were summoned from afar to gather into Zhou Baiguan to hold a New Year court meeting, which was really an extraordinary move to inspire the government and the opposition. Luoyi hasn't seen this kind of grandeur in many years.

Before midnight, all the officials and princes of the Quartet who were qualified to participate in the court meeting were neatly dressed in the two side halls outside the main hall. Those who knew each other and were friends whispered a few words, and the most asked words were: "What do you think is the first decision of today's court?"

The most frequently answered words were: "First decide the ownership of the seal of the eighth division of the Zhou Dynasty, and then decide the ownership of the throne of the country."

Three bells rang in the middle of the buzzing whisper, and the door of the main hall rumbled open. The officials and princes walked out of the hall according to their titles, stepped on the thick red carpet and stepped on the wide steps made of thirty-six Lantian jade, and entered the long-lost hall.

In an instant, the bell rang nine times, and the grand and peaceful music suddenly filled the tall and majestic hall. In the midst of the music, Zhou Li Wang Ji Hu is striding out from behind a white jade screen that is three feet wide and six feet wide - the balance crown, the big court clothes, the crown belt is clean, and the steps are calm, although the childishness of the youth has not yet been exhausted, but the magnificent image has begun to appear.

The Son of Heaven sat down, and the master of ceremonies gave a long shout: "Xiangguo is seated-" Zhao Bohu took a steady step, climbed under the royal stairs, and bowed deeply to Ji Hu behind the king's case, so that he could sit down after the wide photo table under the royal stairs.

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