The central location of the capital division is where the imperial city is located, and the central location of the imperial city is where the palace of the government is located. The Tongzheng Hall is the place where the civil and military officials of the Dayan Empire meet the Son of Heaven and govern the government.

The system of deliberation in the early dynasties began in the early days of the founding of the country and evolved from the tent camp united front meeting. After all, the territory of the Dayan Empire was laid down on horseback, the etiquette system was evolving, and the tradition could not be lost.

In front of the main gate of the imperial city, the Manchu civil and military forces were gathered, waiting for the city gate to open. At this time, it is still early, the cool moon has not yet sunk in the west, and the scorching sun has not yet risen in the east, and Kyoto is sleeping in this quiet atmosphere.

These civil and military officials gathered together quietly, and they were not noisy. Everyone wore gorgeous court clothes, and consciously lined up according to the order of goods. The prime minister Yan Zhong'an was the first assistant of the dynasty, and this time he was in the early morning with a high crown in Zhu suit, with yellow and purple clothes, and his feet wore double-pointed head square shoes, standing at the front.

The rooster announces the dawn, the sun rises in the east, and the gate of the imperial city slowly opens.

Prime Minister Yan Zhongan took the lead and walked in the forefront. The hundred officials followed, and Wu Xuansheng was also among the ministers, stepping forward.

Yan Zhongan had just entered the palace gate, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly stopped and looked back at the south with an expressionless face. The early dynasty team then stagnated, and the ministers looked at each other at the great minister who was standing at the palace gate in a daze.

In the middle of the night, someone in the crowd reminded softly, "It's not early." ”

Yan Zhong'an's gaze slowly withdrew from afar, glanced at the important officials of the court who followed behind, and then took a big stride into the imperial city.

In front of the castle tower at the south gate of the capital division, the moat flows through here. The river surface flow is gentle, meandering forward, there is a stone platform on the river side of the water surface, Shakya Bodhi is sitting here with his hands in the seal facing the Beijing master.

From the day when the first submission of the documents to enter the city was blocked, Shakya Bodhi had been sitting on the stone platform for several months. At first, there were often good men and women who came to worship the golden body, and as time went by, fewer and fewer people came here.

The drunkard old man Song Qixian got up early today and came to the stone platform from Changping Street alone.

Shakyamuni didn't lift his eyelids, let alone speak. He still maintains a sitting posture with a seal on his chest, and recites Buddhist scriptures silently in his mouth.

Song Qi first glanced at the great monk, then sat down close to the stone platform, then took the Sun and Moon Pot from his waist, drank a few sips of wine, and said to himself, "Well! This fat man has a bit of a conscience. After drinking, I felt that my courage was also stronger, and I didn't care whether the great monk could understand the official words of Dayan, so he said: "Great monk, don't you want to taste the taste of this wine?"

Shakya Bodhi opened his eyes, stopped the movements in his hands, glanced at Song Qi, and folded his hands in return.

Song Qixian saw that the great monk had a reaction, and he took out a few chicken legs from nowhere, and praised the delicacy while stuffing them into his mouth.

"Great monk, haven't you felt hungry after sitting here for so long? Come on, come on, there are chicken legs here, why don't you try them?"

Shakyamuni Bodhi is really a high-ranking monk, and the drunkard in front of him is drinking and eating meat in front of him, and he wants to lure him to break the precepts, so that others would have brushed his sleeves away.

Shakyamuni once again folded his hands in return.

Song Qi swallowed the food in his mouth first, smiled, and said, "I can actually understand Dayan's official language." Then let me ask you, the Son of Heaven will not see you for a day, but I am afraid that you will wait here forever, right?"

Shakyamuni Bodhi seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his tongue was tied together, and he was seen writing the word "one" by hand on the stone platform.

Song Qixian was puzzled and asked, "What does this mean?"

Shakya Bodhi glanced at Song Qixian, then at the city gate, and saw a thin figure running out of the city gate. It was a little beggar, unkempt, with a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, being chased by a pack of dogs.

The little beggar ran quickly across the stone bridge and towards the stone platform. The group of dogs chased them all the way to the stone platform, and when they smelled the bones, they gave up chasing the little beggar, shook their heads and tails around the drunkard old man, and flowed all over the ground.

The drunkard old man Song Qixian scolded with a smile, "Dog cub, you can bully people!", and threw the chicken leg far away with the gnawed chicken leg. The dogs went crazy, chasing the bones, and from time to time there were a few screams that bit each other.

The little beggar wanted to protect the porcelain bowl while running, so he hid it in his arms. At this moment, he took out the bowl from his arms in a panic, and there was not much leftovers left, and it was scattered all the way. The little beggar glanced at the broken porcelain bowl, and although he couldn't speak, he still mustered up the courage to stubbornly hand the bowl to Shakya Bodhi as usual.

Song Qixian saw an unprecedented smile on the expressionless face of the great monk, stretched out his hand to take the broken porcelain bowl, his eyes were full of doting feelings, and his eyes fell on the little beggar. Song Qixian couldn't help but cough deliberately.

Shakyamuni Bodhi turned around and replied in the lame official dialect of the Great Yan, "Everything is according to fate, everything is from the heart." Thousands of miles to Dayan, not to see the king, but to have a fateful person. ”

Song Qixian said disdainfully: "I can't see you monks, and you will fight at every turn." Have you waited for someone who is destined to be there?"

Shakyamuni bowed with his hands together again, did not speak, and wrote the word "one" by hand on the stone platform.

Song Qixian couldn't help but smile, "I'm afraid you're a dumb monk, right?

Shakyamuni shook his head and said, "The little monk has a Zen, which is a closed-mouth Zen. There is one person who is destined for the Buddha, and it is the person in front of him. With that, the great monk stood up, left the stone platform where he had been sitting for several months, took the little beggar's hand, and walked south. Step by step, step by step lotus, a thought, close to the end of the world.

The wind blows on the surface of the river, and the wind blows through the stone platform, and the wind blows through the dew. There are two traces, one finger deep into the stone.

Song Qixian showed a smile on his face and said, "It seems that the rivers and lakes will not be lonely." Looking up, the back of Shakya Bodhi was getting farther and farther away, and the old drunkard thought that he had not finished speaking, so he shouted at his back: "This is the matter, wait for me to find you!" This voice resounded in the sky, and the whole city could hear it. Shakyamuni looked back and smiled in the distance, and remained silent.

The back of Sakya Bodhi gradually disappeared in Song Qixian's sight, Song Qixian lifted the gourd, drank two sips of wine, squinted his eyes to the north, and threw himself at Jingshi.

In the Dayan Imperial City, after the Son of Heaven had breakfast, he moved to the Tongzheng Palace to participate in the early dynasty, and the civil and military officials in the palace were waiting with bated breath.

Dayanguo's surname, Zhou. The Son of Heaven was sitting on the dragon chair in the hall at this time, looking at the Manchu Dynasty and the military, silent. In the early dynasty, Wang Youling, the imperial history inspector, submitted a chapter to impeach Yan Zhong'an, the prime minister of the dynasty, for nepotism, forming a party for personal gain, and requesting the removal of his position as the unification of the Great Yuan, and promoting the general Xie Shizhong to be in charge of military affairs in the Great Yuan.

This has been a long-standing discussion, but it is a rehash of the same old tune. Reckless and Liukou raised an army, and the prime minister Yan Zhong'an overrode the will of the people, appointed Zuo Huairen as the general of Pingnan, and led his troops to the south, hoping to achieve a great victory and make meritorious contributions, so as to weaken the influence of the general Xie Shizhong in the army. Unexpectedly, the front-line war was tight, and the soldiers and horses of the Wulu Domain Town had their own ghosts in their hearts and failed to achieve an inch of land.

At the beginning of his appointment, General Xie Shizhong was quite dissenting, accusing the prime minister of appointing people as relatives and acting unfairly.

As everyone knows, the prime minister and the general have had a grudge for a long time, and the appointment of the rebellion is just a matter of putting the cards on the table.

Yan Zhong'an is the first assistant of Dayan - the Great Prime Minister, the head of the hundred officials, and also serves as the unified post of the Great Yuan, in charge of the civil and military hundred officials, a very popular minister, and the Son of Heaven must be honored when he sees him in private.

Prime Minister Yan Zhong'an and Imperial Shi Cheng Sun Sicheng stood side by side in front of the main hall, behind the princes and princes, and then there were Beijing officials of all sizes.

At this moment, Sun Sicheng, the imperial historian, was sweating like rain on the side, trembling, and did not dare to raise his head. Looking for an opportunity to look sideways at the great minister, I saw Yan Zhongan's expression calm and relaxed. This Wang Youling is an official under the rule of Yu Shi Cheng, who is upright and upright, and Sun Sicheng values this person very much. But he never expected that Wang Youling would make assertions in the court and reintroduce old proposals, which made people unhappy.

Wu Xuansheng has very little personal friendship with Wang Youling and does not understand his temperament. At this moment, I couldn't help but take a look at Wang Youling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhou Shengxian, the son of Dayan, sat on the dragon chair, his heart turned over the river and the sea, but he couldn't show it on his face. After all, this is not the first time that this proposal has been mentioned, so in accordance with the previous resolution, it said: "The prime minister is for the country and the people, and he has done his best, which is obvious to all." This war is unfavorable, and it is by no means a public fault. General Zuo's military exploits are brilliant, and there are only a handful of people who have made great contributions to his right, and there is nothing wrong with appointing the prime minister. ”

The ministers should respond.

Zhou Shengxian looked around at the ministers and said: "General Zuo led his troops to fight in front of the battle, which is the pillar of the country, and it is not appropriate to be harsh. The situation of the war is so unfavorable that I worry day and night. Please also ask the secretaries to solve my worries and problems!" After that, he touched his forehead with his hand, and his head was splitting.

When the ministers saw this, they panicked.

Historically, the war on the front line has been turbulent and ever-changing, and no one in the temple can interject and can only wait for the outcome of the war. Waiting, too, is a very painful thing.

After all, the message from the front was only one-sided, and the princes of the Five Routes raised troops to respond to the call, but were they really just putting on a show and not contributing to the work? The war was fruitless, and everything was inconclusive.

Zhou Shengxian, the son of Dayan, felt that his throne was very uncomfortable, and he always suffered from gains and losses. Because there were so many thorns in his heart, but he couldn't pull them out, every time he thought about it, he would have a headache.

The Prime Minister Yan Zhong'an took the lead and advised the Son of Heaven to focus on the dragon body and not worry too much about family and country affairs. As soon as the words fell, the courtiers knelt on the ground and wept: "May the king bless the dragon body." ”

Zhou Shengxian was in a hurry when he heard this, and he felt even more headache, so he had to give the order to retreat.

After the retreat from the dynasty, high-ranking officials and officials withdrew from the imperial city in groups. Yushi Cheng Sun Sicheng intercepted Wang Youling in front of the imperial city gate and pulled him to the corner of the imperial city wall.

Sun Sicheng looked around at no one and made a gesture to bow to Wang Youling.

Wang Youling was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly hugged his boss Sun Sicheng, and asked in a panic: "Lord Sun can't help it, this can be tormented by the younger generation." Please forgive me for being foolish, I don't know why you are doing this great gift?"

Sun Sicheng straightened his back, brushed Wang Youling away with one sleeve, and said angrily: "In your eyes, is there still an adult like me?"