In the private room of an inconspicuous restaurant in Beijing, two male voices came out: You participated in the palace examination this time, and your performance was very good, and there was no problem with the middle school. The listening content should be the tributes of the day before yesterday.

Another man's voice was sullen, with a hint of wine: "Brother...... Chief, you've finally come to the capital. "The man seems to be very dependent on his brother.

"Ji Chao, my brother is here, are you and your father okay?" The voice was cold, and he probably didn't drink.

"I ...... My father and I were fine and ...... all day I was looking forward to my brother's coming. ”

The light was bright and faintly discernible from outside the house, and the man who was called the elder brother raised his hand and rubbed his brother's head.

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On the third day, the imperial city was delegated to the imperial list, and Mu Yizhu and the tributes guarded it early.

Originally, it was going to read out the list directly in the palace, but I heard the prime minister say that His Majesty is still young, and it is understandable that he will be tired after a palace test, and there are many talents this year, so it is really difficult to choose, so it has been delayed until today.

The crowd was noisy, Mu Yizhu was blocked from the periphery, squinting his eyes and feet to see: champion Zhang Zhihe, Li Zhengyuan, Tanhua Yan...... When he saw his name in the second grade, he breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, he was hit, and he had an explanation with Granny Mu.

Then there is the banquet in the palace - Qionglin banquet, and after coming back, there is a champion parade on the street, Mu Yizhu is a little excited to think: Granny Mu likes to be lively the most. But this time the journey into Beijing is very long, and Grandma Mu is already a broken candle, so she can't see such a grand occasion.

In the Deqing Palace, Jiang Churan sat behind the dragon case, looking at the roster sent by Changming, one thin and one thick, and the wind chimes swirled under her feet, rubbing the corners of her skirt.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Churan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Changming pushed one of the volumes to Jiang Churan: "Back to Your Majesty, there are fifty people on this list, who are confidants in the forbidden army who know the roots and follow the emperor to life and death, and Your Majesty can be completely trusted." ”

Jiang Churan didn't answer, and Chang Ming continued: "This other volume is the record of the 50,000 forbidden troops since the first year of Zhenning, including household registration, family population, and war exploits. But most of them are orphans. Chang Ming said as he pushed the thick booklet to her.

"You, this is going to be me... See? After Jiang Churan heard what he said, he asked uncertainly.

Changming looked at her very seriously: "Well, Your Majesty's mother has also read it at your age." He looked at Jiang Churan's very similar face to the first emperor, and was stunned for a moment, as if that person had never passed away.

"Your Majesty took the roster, and Changming went out." Jiang Churan still wanted to shirk it, so he quickly retreated.

Changming's back looked like he had fled, and he retreated, leaning against the painting pillar. According to the old routine, he should have been a dead body at this time, in front of the Meng Po Bridge, he might still be able to stand side by side with the first emperor, anyway, she never took her own army, and he still had the opportunity to trespass the etiquette system that he had guarded all his life, to beg her, and to meet in the next life. But the first emperor wanted him to live, assisting her daughter, looking at His Majesty's face that looked like her, Changming felt that life was not only about the spread of longing, the desire to die, like a flood drowning him, and he was willing to suffocate.

In the hall, Jiang Churan stared at the super thick roster, and knocked on the table with a smile, she had also heard Jiang Junlan mention it before, most of the forbidden army absorbed orphans from all over the world, and then sent them to the Apocalypse Forbidden Army institutions scattered in the capital for training. This is the hole card of the Jiang family's royal family, and no one knows anything about the forbidden army except the emperor.

Jiang Churan casually turned one of the pages and glanced lazily, is there anyone in the Apocalypse Forbidden Army that can be trusted 100%? If this imperial city is really impregnable, how did the assassins of Zhenning's thirteenth year sneak into the palace? The assassin killed himself by biting his tongue when he fell into disadvantage, leaving no clue. She caressed her neck with one hand, smooth and flat, and the fingertips could no longer feel the bulge of the scar.

injured the emperor's daughter, and the big thing couldn't be resolved because of Jiang Junlan's madness, so Yao Pu was given fifty canes for nothing......

Jiang Churan pinched her eyebrows fiercely, the mastermind behind this couldn't be found out and killed for a day, and she couldn't be at ease for a day.

When Yun Zhi came in, she saw Chang Ming, who had lost her mind, and she couldn't help but step forward and laugh: "What's wrong?" The chief manager, as if he had lost his soul. ”

Changming returned to his senses slightly: "It's fine." He saw the maid behind Yun Zhi who was wearing Shangyi Bureau, and asked, "The clothes that Your Majesty Qionglin wore for the banquet?"

"Yes, the chief manager will continue to be sad in the autumn and spring, and I will send the clothes to Your Majesty."

Changming ignored Yun Zhi's ridicule and nodded, and Yun Zhi directly passed him and walked towards the inner hall.

The palace resounded from time to time with the exclamation of the maid and the pleasant laughter of the girl, the previous emperors all had some small hobbies, and the treasury of the Apocalypse still has some of the porcelain collected by the emperor of the previous dynasty that has not been rewarded, and Jiang Churan likes Chinese clothing and jewelry the most. Yao Pu also advised her: The Son of Heaven sits in the Ming Hall, communicates with the gods, touches the heavens and the earth, and is edified, should not be extravagant, and should set a good example for the people of the world.

Jiang Churan listened to it, but she was the emperor, and it was okay to be willful occasionally, except for Yao Pu, there was no official who would take her for this matter.

What Jiang Churan didn't know was that when the female head of the Shangyi Bureau was happy when she got the clothes, she was standing in the main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion with some trepidation. When she reported the accounts of the cobalt-colored dress and the pearl hairpin she had made together to Yao Pu, the female boss always felt that Yao Xiang, who was gentle to others, frowned.

Yao Pu handed over the account book to Qiu Qi and instructed her: "You go to the treasury to take the silver taels and give them to this boss." Qiu Qi took the order and went down.

Only Yao Pu and the female boss were left in the main hall, and he said seemingly casually: "In the future, the cost of Your Majesty's crown, robe, and bead play will still be paid by the original phase, and you don't need to let Your Majesty know, just imply that she understands that these bead toys don't have a lot of money." ”

The female boss looked respectful: "Yes." If His Majesty wants to take money from the treasury as before, the grumpy household servant, her boss's close friend, does not dare to directly scold the emperor, and will definitely go to the Shangyi Bureau to make a trip. When the time comes, don't think about it.

After sending off the female leader, Yao Pu secretly thought: Fortunately, he has a thick waist, and the treasury of the Apocalypse is shriveled and pitiful, and he really can't make a few clothes for His Majesty.

Since he couldn't stop it, he had no choice but to use the money to support Jiang Churan's innocuous hobby, and make her happy. Being an emperor is sometimes not a good job to be fair.

Treasury OS: You make me sick.

Zhao Yuke walked in the front, and the fifty jinshi in the middle of this year followed him, with twenty-six male sons, twenty-four female sons, and fifteen martial artists.

"The rules in the palace are very strict, and the adults and nobles with faces on the Qionglin banquet will attend, and all the prospective adults should be extra careful in their words and deeds, but don't bump into anyone." Zhao Yuke had to carefully remind that the morale of the scholars was the highest, and their group of newborn calves, who had just set foot in officialdom, did not understand the power, they were afraid of a momentum, and they were so quick to talk about it, and in the end they didn't even know how to die.

When he walked to a place, he paused, looked back at the high-spirited Jinshi, and smiled on his face: "You can walk on this stone carving royal road today, and it will be disrespectful to step on it in the future, and it will be a capital crime to kill the head." ”

After speaking, he stepped aside and bowed: "In front is Qionglin Garden, all the way up, slave wishes all the prospective adults to support and wear the seal, and the glory and glory of the mountains."

The jinshi also bowed deeply to return the salute.