The echoing sound in the courtyard grew louder and louder, and at last the sound almost toppled the majestic cornices.

These people, who have not washed the mud off their legs, live a miserable life, and few people really regard them as human beings.

Liu He is an exception.

A pot of wine, a word, or a piece of cloth......

To be seen as an adult is a great thing.

This is not the humility of finally being a slave, but the most basic dignity that man wants to obtain.

What's more, this high-ranking highness even recognized them as relatives.

It seems to be just a momentary paradox, but it is precisely the words of the heart.

My fatherless and motherless sons and nephews are bullied, how can relatives and friends not stand up for them?

The Han people are a little stupid, but they are stupid and cute, stupid and simple, and stupid and hot.

Liu He's eyes were really hot at this time, and the current scene really didn't waste himself mingling with these people.

"Now that everyone already knows, there is no need for the widow to say much, today is not for anything else, just to find Natian to seek justice!"

"When you arrive at the Prime Minister's Mansion, no matter what you ask each other, everyone has one to say, two to say, just speak freely and tell the truth!"

"Yui!"

Liu He hurriedly walked down the steps, and was surrounded by groups when he walked through the crowd, and finally walked back to Dai Zong and Yu Wuwu's side.

"Yu Wuwu and the widow went to the main gate of the palace to take a car to the prime minister's mansion, and Dai Zong took the townspeople out from the side gate, and then went around to the main gate to meet the widow."

"Yui!"

In fact, Yu Wuwu did not completely agree with such a radical method, but Wang Ling was like a mountain, and His Royal Highness spoke, and he could only move forward.

The two of them walked briskly through the twisting corridors of the palace to the main entrance of the palace.

Liu He has been here for two years, and most of them sneaked out of the palace through the side gate, and he went out from the main gate very few times.

At this time, the heavy palace gate was still tightly closed, and the guards guarding the palace gate stood on both sides with swords in their hands, all of them looking solemn.

These doormen only serve for a year at most, and they are all new faces, and it is almost impossible to cultivate cronies.

But no matter who they were, no matter where they came from, Liu He would try his best to remember the names and origins of each of them.

is still the same sentence, Liu He wants to treat everyone he meets in the world as a human being.

"Is the car outside the door ready?"

"Tell Your Highness, everything is ready."

Liu He listened attentively, and the sound of the "whirring" wind seemed to blow the noise of the flag-like car outside the door in front of him.

Liu He straightened his chest and said, "Open the door, the widow wants to leave the palace." ”

"Yui!"

The guards bowed with their swords in hand, and they were busy in an orderly manner.

The four able-bodied soldiers worked together to lift the smooth, thick deadbolt behind the door and steadily lifted it aside.

Then, the other four soldiers grabbed the iron cables cast behind the palace gate, whispered the trumpet of the army, and pulled back slowly but resolutely.

Under the noise of the hubs rubbing against each other, the black-red gate more than half a foot thick was slowly pulled.

At first, only a thin light squeezed in from between the two iron gate-like door panels.

But slowly, the light seemed to grow in strength, and little by little, it stretched the two heavy door panels to both sides, and poured into the somewhat gloomy palace.

Finally, with a loud "clang", the entire palace door was completely opened.

Liu He, who was standing behind the palace gate, was unsuspectingly shone by the bright sun, and his eyes briefly lost his vision.

When he adjusted to the harsh sunlight again, the mighty guard of honor outside the door broke into his eyes.

Confucianism has to talk about etiquette in everything, but the etiquette here is not a polite etiquette, but a etiquette system.

Propriety is the mean, and the mean is benevolence.

There is a ceremony of eating when eating, and there is a etiquette of dressing, and this ride naturally has the etiquette of taking a car.

Liu Hegui is the king of a country, and it is not polite to ride the broken carriage driven by Yu Wuwu, and it is only polite to take the car that is parked outside the palace gate at this time.

Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties in ancient times, cars have been an indispensable thing in people's daily lives.

From the perspective of use alone, it can be divided into an ancha for formal occasions, a hunting chariot for safaris, and a light and simple chariot.

At this time, there was a four-car car parked at the gate of the palace.

The driving horse of this car is brown and gray, the wheels are vermilion, the cover is blue and black, and the parts are gilded and inlaid with beads; The whole body of the car is painted with complex and mysterious cloud qi rui animal patterns.

The whole car is three meters high from the wheels to the hood, and at a glance, it looks like a majestic warrior.

Liu He has only been out of the palace from the main gate very few times, let alone taken this luxurious carriage to the extreme.

Looking at this carriage, the soul hidden in the depths of the body couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

"Yu worry-free, is this a car that widows can sit in, doesn't it violate etiquette?" Liu He asked secretly with his head tilted.

"The Son of Heaven drives six, the kings drive four, the doctor is three, the scholar is two, the Shuren is one, His Royal Highness is the king of Changyi, and it is in line with the etiquette system to take this car." Yu said without a glance.

Liu He remembered something, and tried to ask a little weakly: "A few years ago, wouldn't the widow just drive this car, injure people on Dongmen Street, and trample on Qingmiao in Beicheng?" ”

Yu Wuwu looked at Liu He with the eyes of a madman, but he didn't say a word.

Liu Hegan laughed twice and said, "The widow knows that it's wrong, and the widow knows it's wrong." ”

said this on his lips, but in his heart he used all the scolding words that he knew in his previous life and in his current life, and scolded the previous king of Changyi three times from beginning to end.

"Your Highness, the hour is getting late, let's go." Yu said without worry.

"Okay, let's go."

Liu He walked out of the gate of the Changyi Palace, and finally saw the whole picture of the entire car.

There are also three guide cars in front of this chariot, and two slave cars behind it, and in front of and behind the guide and slave carts, there are eight riders with swords.

There were all kinds of people, and there were thirty or forty people in the whole car.

The crowd waiting at the entrance of the palace also saw Liu He, and immediately knelt down and bowed deeply to Liu He.

"The subordinate asked His Highness for peace."

Liu He took a deep breath and said in a dignified tone as much as possible: "Flat." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The people stood up, but they waited beside the horses and chariots, and no one got on their horses.

At this time, a big man with a length of eight feet and a beard on his face stood up from the crowd, walked in front of Liu He, and stood and bowed.

Liu He was already tall, but he still looked a little thin in front of this strong man.

"Changyi servant Xue timidly asked His Highness An."

A servant here is not meant to be a servant, but an official position with a rank of six hundred stones, whose duty is to manage the chariots and horses of the princes and kings, and to drive for the princes and kings.

Xiahou Ying was Emperor Gaozu's servant back then.

In other words, Yu Wuwu and Dai Zong drove for Liu He, which was part-time, and Xue Ti drove for Liu He was a full-time job.

"Send the widow to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Yui!"