The yellow bamboo scepter, which represented the authority of the Son of Heaven, was still held in Huan Dian's hand.

When the triple yak tail moved slightly in the wind, Huan Dian's gaze swept over the receiving team one by one, and entered the gate of Guzang City.

At a glance by this famous horse, those miscellaneous officials who were originally on fire in their hearts just bowed their heads respectfully, but they were already scolding loudly in their hearts: "They are all characters in the officialdom, why can't they get along with each other?

Huan pawned the imperial history for many years, although the career is not an inch, but the routines in the officialdom are much more proficient than these customs officials in front of him. It's just that as a well-known Qingliu counselor, he has always been a square temper that can't tolerate sand in his eyes, especially Wei Yeming, who knew that the envoys were coming, made a gesture of welcoming angels, but refused to come to see him in person, putting on a posture of arrogance, which made Huan Dian, who had long hated this fortunate counselor, even more disgusted in his heart.

There is a heart of disobedience, there are traces of disobedience, and now it is such a faction of arrogant and unworthy courtiers, how can this kind of disgust and misfortune be placed in such a critical position? Luoyang is another palace change, everyone's eyes are fixed on the opponent, the central council, and it is almost impossible to talk about a charter that all factions can nod to, but let the place erode like this!

In addition to the pain, facing Hu Zhen in front of him, Huan Dian, the imperial history of the horse, had no good voice, just flicked his sleeves: "The imperial court sent envoys to hold the festival to appease the military and people of Liangzhou, the prime minister dealt with the aftermath, and the meritorious conviction was recorded, this important matter is also, what are you delaying?!"

For such a royal face of Huandian, Hu Zhen could only endure himself, called a personal guard to come forward, hurriedly gave a few orders, and sent someone away.

Behind Hu Zhen, everyone had black faces, bowing their heads and waiting for the festival ambassador to shake enough majesty before talking about the rest.

In this early spring, the sun has passed the middle of the day, and it will not take long for the cold to return, everyone is dressed in crowns, although they also wear lambskin coats to keep out the cold, but after all, they can't bear to stand quietly for so long, and they only feel that the heat on their bodies is running outside all the time, and they can't help but feel more aggrieved.

The two envoys fight the law, then you just have to fight at home, no one has a leisure mind to fight a chicken feather, and now let Wei advise and don't care, just toss me and wait what's going on?

Thinking about it again, over the years, everyone has been dispatched, and the boss has forced pressure, strong and tough, and Zoroastrian intimidation, and I am really fed up with splint anger. Now it is such a set of strong dragon fighting methods, but they have put their own family in the midst of hardships and suffering, and some characters who are old and hopeless in their careers can't help but have the idea of telling the old and returning to the field.

Regardless of the mixed officialdom grievances in the hearts of these miscellaneous officials, at the head of Guzang City, a white cloud as thick as a zhili lid floated lightly in the middle of the sky, and between the clouds, the immortal warlock sat crookedly on the Ziyun Descending True Car, half-leaning on the car, and snorted slightly from his nostrils: "See, my old acquaintances in Luoyang, the ability to kill head-on is a little worse, but the kung fu behind this is really not small." Specially sent such a famous thorn-headed counselor to Liangzhou, is this here to reward your lord and me, or is it to take eye medicine?"

Wei Ye's words were full of laziness and laxity that didn't want to move, and there was some laziness in it, but Li Daxiong could only play the role of praise with all his heart at this time, and the huge bear head said slightly: "If it's just an article on the official face, this imperial historian is holding a scepter, and you really can't cope with it." But if he is beheaded with such a sword, after all, this Liangzhou officialdom has not followed the lord with your surname, but I am afraid that there will be endless hand tails in the back, and it has to be a good kill to be considered to be able to finish it clean, but there is no point in doing it like this, and the trouble is not small, and a certain theft is not taken by the lord. ”

Hearing Li Daxiong say this, Wei Ye snorted, rubbed his thumb slightly on the Ice Pheasant, and then opened his mouth: "How come in your mouth, this official is like a reckless man who only knows how to fight and kill?" Huan Gongya wants to play an official fighting scene, so the official will accompany him to sing a play. But whether it's singing 'Xu Yanzhao Copper Hammer Beats Traitors', it's hard to say. ”

Xu Yanzhao beat the traitorous ministers with a copper hammer, that was a joke in Beijing opera, and Wei Ye didn't expect Li Daxiong to understand his jokes. As he spoke, the immortal warlock held Dingbing Yijue in one hand, as if he was pouring a piece of wine downward, and slammed the jade jue into his mouth.

Yujue was slightly oblique, and the cold air flowed down, and around the clouds, there was a trace of water vapor that was hooked by Bingyi Jue and gathered towards the clouds.

Not only did the water vapor gather, but the cloud qi that the purple cloud descending car had gathered suddenly became a few points larger, and the black clouds rolled up layer by layer on the edge of the cloud-like cloud.

With the spread of the cold air, the early spring warmth on the ground can't help but rise upward, causing the cold wind to gradually rise. Near the left side of Guzang City, I could only hear the whining of the wind, and cold winds unceremoniously rushed past people's heads and faces. Even the miscellaneous officials who were the most polite as puppets and resolutely implemented the creed of self-preservation could only raise the sleeves of their robes and barely protect their eyes, nose and mouth.

As the clouds spread, the entire city fell into darkness, only Huan Dian, who was holding the scepter in one hand, was still staring at the other end of the city gate with blazing eyes, waiting for the moment when someone was wearing a robe and coming out to apologize.

What is the cold wind? To treat such a villain who secretly harbors a heart of disobedience, it is necessary to oppress him with righteousness and righteousness, so that he can understand his crimes, commit adultery, and get rid of this evil for the big man!

Even if this person still has a military horse in hand, as long as he is in front of the scepter today, he has set the name of the monarch and the minister, and Qiu Ba, who is in a hurry to promote the army, will also be afraid first, and no longer dare to rely on this person to advocate rebellion.

Since then, it has been nothing more than the details of the first and second jailers of the thief Cao and the law Cao!

In Huan Dian's heart was full of the deeds of the previous generation of famous ministers, he couldn't help but feel agitated, or Hu Zhen walked forward uninterestingly and arched his hand towards him: "Huan Gong, there are suddenly black clouds at this moment, I think the sky is about to change." Wencai is courageous, and he also asks Huan Gong to go to the hall to rest and avoid the rain first. ”

Huan Dian glanced at Hu Zhen coldly, and snorted: "This official is here with a festival, and the local ministers and edict officials are not allowed to delay with tricks, but who dares to delay for others......!"

With a "retreat", Hu Zhen didn't make any moves, and suddenly a drop of raindrop fell on Huan Dian's extremely square and old-fashioned face so straightforwardly, and the raindrops touched the skin, making a gentle sound.

Huan Dian instinctively wanted to look up, but only to see the white lines drawn by countless raindrops in the gloomy sky, unceremoniously pouring down on his face!

It's not the gentle rain of apricot blossoms, but the droplets of water as big as beans as if they are celebrating that they have finally escaped from the prison called "Nimbus", and they are carnivaling in a group bungee jump!

It's just that in a blink of an eye, Huan Dian, the imperial history of the festival, was poured transparent from head to toe, and his robe was tightly attached to his body, and a stream of cold air drilled into the skin and flesh along the soaked clothes. The old-fashioned and square face was even more drenched so that the beard was not a mustache, and the eyebrows were not eyebrows, but it looked particularly funny.

The torrential rain fell for no reason, and those miscellaneous officials reacted much faster than this festival royal history, and suddenly rushed to the bottom of the city gate, which avoided such an embarrassing scene. Although everyone inevitably wants to talk about an official body, the Han Dynasty was not a Manchu Qing Dynasty, and there was no such masochistic spirit of drenching oneself into a soup chicken in order to meet the angels.

As the team of officers dispersed, Hu Zhen, who accompanied Huan Dian in the rain, still had to protect Huan Dian and hurriedly got into the car first. Even the scepter representing the authority of the heavenly family, the triple yak tail was poured by the rain and collapsed into a shape, and it was difficult to see a trace of the bearing of the envoy.

At this point, Hu Zhen didn't want to ask Huan Dian's personal opinion anymore, and glared at the coachman: "Still stunned! Quickly escort Huan Gong to the official residence to rest, and I will send someone to deliver hot soup and medicine!"

This sentence finally woke the coachman up, flicked the reins, and didn't care about the rules of what chariots and guards should be in front and behind, and galloped directly towards Guzang City.