Jun Jiuling

Huang Cheng watched the emperor move forward, and all the civil and military officials around him lined up to follow.

The emperor's order had been conveyed, drums and music were played together, guards of honor were in order, and the people on the Imperial Street had already knelt down one after another, and there were colorful flowers.

Among the flowers, Huang Cheng's face was very ugly, and he didn't hide it.

"My lord, it's better to get up." The two servants advised carefully.

"I won't get up." Huang Cheng said, "What am I afraid of? Honest words are harsh, and what is there to be ashamed of if your words are refuted? This is the responsibility of the courtiers."

As he said that, he just sat down, looking like he couldn't get up.

When a child starts to squirm, he just needs to be beaten, but when an old man starts to squirm, there is really nothing he can do about it.

The emperor didn't care anyway, the servants looked at each other and shook their heads and backed away.

The sound of trampling horseshoes overwhelmed the voices of the crowd.

When the commoner army formation appeared in front of the imperial city, surrounded by the refugees in ragged clothes, although the soldiers without distinctive armor appeared mighty, they had a different kind of majesty.

Especially when he saw the emperor appearing, Cheng Guogong stepped forward and shouted that his subjects were guilty, and he owed His Majesty's great trust. The soldiers dismounted and greeted him on one knee.

Without any hesitation, the emperor stepped forward and held Cheng Guogong's hand, weeping, and comforted the excited refugees. All the officials knelt down, and the people shouted long live, and the whole capital was shaken.

The front of the imperial city became a bustling center, while the streets where the refugees from the Northland and Duke Cheng's army had just passed were quiet. Of course, this quietness is relative. The people on the street were still excitedly talking about what they had seen just now. And more people flocked to the imperial city.

Standing by the window of the restaurant facing the street, King Xian clicked his tongue twice.

"It's wonderful, wonderful, and Cheng Guogong's demeanor is unstoppable." He sighed, and looked back when he thought of something, "People say that blue is better than blue, but you are really inferior to you as a son. Lao Tzu, when you go out on the streets, the streets are empty of people, but when you go out on the streets, you will be thrown into disarray."

This is a large and luxurious room, but at this time there is only one person sitting in front of the exquisite banquet.

This man was dressed in coarse cloth, with disheveled hair and a round beard. He was sitting cross-legged with a wine pot in one hand and a half roast chicken in the other.

This is like the refugees from the North who passed by on the street just now, it really doesn't match the indoor environment.

"You are jealous." He said, tearing off his beard, revealing a clean and handsome face, and raised his head with his hands, "When will I go out and not be a crowd?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed outside.

"Believe it or not, I will show you one now? How much will you give me if you lose?"

Xian Wang laughed.

"What kind of money are we talking about, it hurts our feelings if we talk about money," he said.

He also seemed to know that talking and talking in front of Zhu Zan won't do him any favors, so he stopped continuing this topic and pointed outside.

"Those people were really angry this time. They spent so much money on planning for so long and made such a big fight. In the end, they were dispersed without even seeing Duke Cheng."

Zhu Zan sneered, and poured the wine from the wine jug into his mouth.

"They deserve it too," he said, "a group of fools who have no brains and no conscience and took money."

King Xian shook his head.

"But even a group of clowns can make people look ugly." He said, "If it wasn't for the arrival of the refugees from the Northland, your father would have come out to meet these people."

"No ifs." Zhu Zan said cleanly.

The sage clicked twice.

"I'm proud of you, it's because your wife is amazing." He said.

Zhu Zan stared.

"Your wife!" he said.

"My daughter-in-law is at home, there are several, which one are you looking for?" Xian Wang also said with a glare.

Zhu Zan snorted.

"Don't stare, it's not too big to stare anymore." He said, reaching for the chopsticks and taking another bite of the food.

The wise king sat down next to him.

"Hey, where's your daughter-in-law? The big show is over, and she's still not on stage?" He asked curiously.

Zhu Zan pushed him away with one arm.

"Be careful with what you say, don't talk about a daughter-in-law, I'm just a young man." He said angrily.

The virtuous king snorted.

"You're so innocent!" He laughed, and while picking up the wine, he threw his head back happily.

Although there were only two people in the room, the atmosphere was cheerful and lively, commensurate with the bustle of the imperial city not far away.

And far away at the gate of the city, the large crowd just now had already disappeared, only the officers and soldiers on duty stood and discussed what happened just now. , stood up straight.

This is a group of people wearing Confucian shirts and square scarves, but compared to the elegant and handsome in the past, they look a bit embarrassed, either because the clothes are messy and dusty, or because of the dejected expression on their faces.

And the city guards who used to be awe-inspiring when they saw these scholars no longer had the respect they used to, and their expressions were full of ridicule.

"He deserves the credit, and we haven't denied his credit." A scholar said with a bit of embarrassment, "It's wrong for him to ask for credit and reward."

Before the people around him answered him, a sneer sounded from beside him.

The scholar turned his head to look, and saw that it was a city gate soldier.

"According to what you said, a scholar, we people can't even ask for money?" He said with a half-smile.

The scholar's expression was even more embarrassing, because his words were contradicted by a vulgar soldier.

"Of course you deserve what you deserve, and you shouldn't deserve what you don't deserve." He said, "Don't confuse us and be fooled by that Duke Cheng."

When the soldiers wanted to say something, there was a heavy hum first, and at the same time, the footsteps were disorderly. Everyone heard the sound and looked, and saw another group of scholars walking in the city.

The soldier couldn't help being afraid, and in the end he still didn't dare to confront the scholar. He was about to take a step back when he saw the elder who was the leader of the scholars who came from the city stop, and spat heavily at the scholar scholar here.

"Song Wencai, you really have disgraced scholars." He snapped.

Why? It turned out to be... The soldier's expression changed, and his eyes turned to the two scholars.

The expressions of these scholars from outside the city also changed.

"Mr. Zhou." A scribe stood up, "We did this for the scribes of the Great Zhou. He became a general of the state, and he was too domineering. He has always left the military and righted the literary. Where can the civil servants want to contribute to the general's salary. "

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, the general must not be allowed to be so domineering, otherwise the world will be chaotic." Many people behind him also said.

The elder known as Mr. Zhou looked at them and sneered again.

"I don't see civil servants and military generals in my eyes, I only see people." He said, "And you, let alone scholars, are not even considered people."

This is a serious word, the complexions of these scholars turned red and then pale, and before they could tell, Mr. Zhou had already pointed to one of them.

"Kang Liangchen." He said coldly, "How much did you charge? How did you get your house in Maoer Hutong?"

As soon as this remark came out, many people looked stunned and looked at one person.

This is a slightly fat middle-aged man standing among the group of scholars. At this time, he looked terrified and retreated subconsciously.

"I, I didn't," he stammered.

Mr. Zhou didn't ask any more questions, his eyes swept over them coldly.

"You don't want to wear the clothes of scholars in the capital in the future. The Imperial College has no students like you." He said in a cold voice, turned around and strode away with a flick of his sleeves.

Many students and scribes who followed him also looked at these people and shook their heads with contempt on their faces.

"Disgraceful."

"What a gentle scum."

They said one after another and walked away.

The scholars here fell into chaos, and many people stepped forward to grab the man who was named and made a noise.

The soldiers guarding the city were happy.

"Hey." They folded their arms in front of them, laughing as if watching the excitement, "You can't talk to others, so why not fight."

"Hey, don't move your mouth if you can move your hands."

There was also a booing from a restaurant near the city gate.

Looking at the scholars running around hiding their faces under the city gate, Chen Qi patted the window and smiled.

"First they lost face, and now they are expelled by Mr. Zhou. There is no place for them in this capital." He said, and spat bitterly, "Ten years of hard work have been wasted here, and they deserve it."

"This is how things are done, and the result may be, if they succeed this time, they deserve to be Duke Cheng." Fang Jinxiu said.

Chen Qi looked at her and smiled.

"You didn't see it, the two roadblocks outside the capital were really dangerous." He exaggeratedly said, "I asked you to go with me outside the city, but you didn't want to go."

"Anyway, I'll go to the city anyway, I'll see the result." Fang Jinxiu said.

Chen Qi giggled.

"Are you so sure?" he asked.

Fang Jinxiu scoffed, but did not speak.

Chen Qi smiled and clapped his hands.

"Okay, now that the result is settled, let's go back." He said, and was about to go out, but Fang Jinxiu sat by the window without moving.

"What's the matter?" Chen Qi said, "There is no excitement, let's go."

Fang Jinxiu listened to the noise coming from the imperial city in the distance, looked outside the quiet city gate, and clenched her teacup hand slightly.

What about her?

In the next room, Ning Yan was also shaking his head away from the window.

"Gently sweeping the floor," he said.

Ning Shishi hurried in from the door.

"Father, Duke Cheng has already entered the palace. His Majesty will enjoy the banquet today. His Majesty also ordered the refugees from the Northland to settle properly and move into various state capitals," he said.

"Fortunately, Your Majesty has not continued to be bewitched by the traitor." Ning Yan nodded and said, and the father and son went downstairs.

Ning Shixi laughed when he heard this.

"Father, in fact, His Majesty was bewitched to do this." He said, "At that time, Your Majesty was about to enter the palace to avoid being held by Huang Cheng's legs."

Ning Yan stopped and looked at him.

"Brother Ten stood up and asked His Majesty to keep it." Ning Shishi said with a smile.

Yun Zhao.

Ning Yan was slightly surprised but thought it was nothing unexpected.

His nephew, so smart, how could he really be willing to be a mediocre vassal.

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"Yun Zhao, you really scared us to death this time."

The liveliness on the imperial street continued, the guard of honor in front of the imperial city had been removed, and everyone was walking towards the imperial palace.

Ning Yunzhao, who was behind in order, was surrounded by several colleagues and whispered.

Ning Yunzhao smiled and looked ahead.

"So do you feel dead or alive now?" he asked.

Now... Several officials also looked forward, the emperor was sitting in a sedan chair, accompanied by Cheng Guogong Zhu Shan.

Today's scene deeply favored the emperor. Compared with those who persuaded him to return to the palace, those who congratulated him were of course more successful.

This time, it left an impression in the eyes of the emperor.

"Death to death." An official said.

Several people laughed and were talking and laughing when a servant hurried over and greeted Ning Yunzhao with a smile.

"Master Xiao Ning, come with the miscellaneous family." He said.

Is this the emperor going to talk to him?

Several officials showed joy on their faces, Ning Yunzhao had a peaceful expression, and he saluted with a slight smile in response.

The eunuch walked one step ahead, but Ning Yunzhao did not follow immediately under the congratulatory eyes of his colleagues, but stopped and looked back, with some expectation.

What are you looking at?

What are you waiting for?

The colleagues looked back subconsciously.

"Lively." Ning Yunzhao said.

Lively?

At this time, the people on the Royal Street have not yet dispersed, and the bustle is still there, but that's it, and I am tired after watching it for a long time.

"Don't look, it's not busy anymore." A colleague laughed softly.

Ning Yunzhao smiled, did not speak any more, looked away and bowed to everyone, and walked forward with the servant.

The colleagues looked at his back with joy.

"It's also an official robe, why does Mrs. Ning look so good in it?" a colleague said happily.

This remark was made fun of by the companions, because it was too lively, and the displeased censor stared at him as a warning. Everyone hurriedly tidied up their appearance and lined up to move forward.

"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with acting with Master Xiao Ning." An official murmured suddenly while walking, with sighs and joy.

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When Ning Yan walked down the restaurant, the noise in front of the city gate had dissipated with the departure of the scholars, and the street was quiet without crowds.

"If there are fewer people, the road will not be blocked. We can get home soon." Ning Shixi smiled, watching the servants drive the carriage over, just as he finished speaking, someone ran out of the building.

"I'm coming."

Someone came shouting, and the wind passed Ning Shiyi like a wind, and Ning Shixi was almost knocked down.

"What are you doing?" Ning Shishi shouted angrily, "Who is here? In such a hurry? Pick up the Bodhisattva?"

The man ignored him and ran straight to the gate of the city.

Ning Shishi subconsciously followed and saw a man riding a horse on the road outside the city gate.

I can't see the face clearly, only see the delicate figure, dressed in red clothes like fire, but because of the delicate posture, it doesn't look aggressive, the gentle and sassy style blends, eye-catching but not ostentatious.

Who is this?

"Miss Jun!"

Chen Qi raised his hands and shouted loudly.

Miss Jun?

Which Miss Jun?

The shout made the few pedestrians on the street stop, and the guards at the city gate stood up straight, all eyes were on the past.

The woman was getting closer and closer, and she had already reached the city gate. The veil that blocked the wind, sand and scorching sun had been scattered and floated in front of her, revealing a beautiful face.

There seemed to be a moment of stagnation on the street, and then shouts broke out.

"Miss Jun!"

"Miss Jun is back!"

"The miracle doctor of Jiulingtang is back!"

Accompanied by this shout, many people suddenly poured out on the street, as if they came out of the ground, and people from restaurants, tea shops and restaurants also poured out, and the street was immediately crowded.

Ning Shixi was squeezed to the side, carefully protecting Ning Yan.

"This is really a bodhisattva." He said, looking at the streets crowded with people, stomping his feet helplessly and annoyed, "It's over, the road is blocked again, and I can't get out for a while."

There was a new bustle on the street, the bustle in front of the Imperial Street was dissipating, the news spread and more people came from there, the scene was no less than welcoming Duke Cheng into the city.

"Those who don't know, think Cheng Guogong hasn't entered Beijing yet." Jiang Qianhu said.

At this time, they were standing in a small dark room under the city gate, avoiding the sunlight and people's sight.

Jiang Qianhu looked at Lu Yunqi who was looking out with his hands behind his back.

"As expected, Miss Jun is really here today," he complimented.

Lu Yunqi crossed the threshold expressionlessly, but he didn't step into the sunlight. He was still in the shadow of the corner of the city wall, so that the people who poured in and only looked at Miss Jun didn't notice him.

But there was a group of eyes watching him as he stepped forward.

Because riding on a horse is condescending.

Lu Yunqi raised his head slightly, facing each other blankly.

The woman in red tapped the horsewhip lightly in her hand, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, and moved her lips soundlessly.

I'm back.

Lu Yunqi could understand what she said silently.

I'm back.

Lu Yunqi only felt that the sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and his heartbeat stopped for an instant.

Not because of her words, but because of her looks.

She has come back.

His she, not someone else, this is his her, back.

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(4,500 words, two chapters, a lot of words, very well written, please vote quickly, thank you, it’s so boring.)