i have a sword fairy

Chapter 457 The young emperor leads the horse, the queen mother lowers her eyebrows

a few days ago.

Great departure from Beijing.

A grand welcome ceremony is being staged...

Zhao Rong is not an uninformed person.

But even he has experienced the grand occasion of sending off [-] citizens in the outskirts of Zhongnan Kingdom, and breaking all willow branches for ten miles.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but be amazed at the bustling celebration where a pair of orphans and widowed mothers stood at the highest point in Dali and brought nearly 30 people out of the city to welcome them.

He led the way on horseback, and Zhao Qian'er and Gu Yiwu were behind by a body behind.

Behind is Su Xianzi, and the students of Justice Hall who are following on horseback.

In fact, Su Xianzi followed Zhao Rong step by step before, sticking to him, but was driven behind by Xiao Qian'er...

Looking around, Zhao Rong saw that there was no one on the official road leading to the gate of the capital, while hundreds of thousands of people from Hanjing were crowded along the two sides of the road.

For a while, it boiled over to the sky.

The spacious official road, which can accommodate five or six carriages walking side by side at the same time, is covered with strips of bright red and purple carpets, stretching for several miles, and he can't see the end at a glance.

On this avenue, apart from Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu's group riding on horseback, there is only a huge canopy dragon chariot in the distance.

Around the dragon chariot, thousands of court ladies and guards with swords gathered around, and the people nearby all knelt down and obeyed.

It goes without saying that the Young Emperor Dali and the Empress Dowager are among them, quietly waiting for Zhao Rong and the others.

Zhao Rong's face was calm, his eyes swept across the road.

In the field of vision, there are densely packed human heads, all kinds of excited faces, and the bright flowers in their hands that seem to be waving according to the custom.

So along the way, can it be said that "seeing all the flowers in Hanjing in one day"?Zhao Rong muttered in his heart.

"Brother Rong'er, this battle is quite powerful." Zhao Qian'er watched with great interest.

Zhao Rong didn't look back, but nodded slightly.

The current scene is indeed even more grand than the Zheliu welcome and send-off in Zhong Nanguo back then.

This Dali dynasty is indeed one of the best in the north of Wangquezhou, and it has a brand new atmosphere.

Look at these Hanjing citizens by the roadside, dressed in gorgeous clothes, brocade silk and satin, with ruddy complexions.

The living conditions of the citizens of Zhongnan Kingdom are obviously better.

But it is also true, the Zhongnan Kingdom is similar to a small country with a leisurely and secluded atmosphere, and this Dali Dynasty is a thriving dynasty. However, it is a pity that the most likely emperor who had made a difference died suddenly...

Zhao Rong looked at it silently, comparing Dali with the countries he had been to in his heart, no matter the people or the customs.

Before entering the city, Zhao Rong analyzed a lot of useful information from it, not just looking at the handsome divorced women who appeared frequently on both sides of the road.

Cough, these people from Lidi are indeed handsome and tall as a whole, they seem to have inherited some blood of the ancient Li clan, and they are unique in appearance and temperament.

But Zhao Rong thinks that the simple and elegant girls from Zhongnan Mountain are pretty good too, um, especially those little girls who threw him sachets and purses back then, alas, it’s a pity that my son’s sachets and purses were all forgotten in the end Southland...

Just when the young Confucian scholar was feeling sorry, Xiao Qian'er narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother Rong'er, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Rong moved his eyes away from the pretty girl, and said calmly, "I'm analyzing something, ahem, it's almost here."

Zhao Qian'er had a suspicious face.

Zhao Rong and his party were getting closer and closer to the canopy dragon chariot in front of them. On the way, he noticed some phenomena again.

The people of Dali Hanjing seem to welcome his arrival very much. The enthusiastic faces of those girls and people should not seem to be fake, compared with the people of Zhongnan who used to idolize Zhao Rong, who won the Qingtan. .

"It's not just those beautiful divorced girls who are enthusiastic, the other old people and children are also very happy. It seems that it's not just because of my handsome appearance..." Zhao Rong muttered and analyzed.

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

Gu Yiwu and other students: "..."

After a while, Gu Yiwu coughed and said, "Ziyu, the people in Hanjing seem to welcome us. It seems that the Queen Mother Dugu seemed to have done a lot of public opinion work before our arrival."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

The group of them already knew about it on the way to Hanjing, and now the entire Dali people knew about the Fengchan Grand Ceremony, and they were generally supportive and welcoming.

This kind of national jubilation is not only carried out by the superiors, but it is more important to create a positive atmosphere among the people. This can also be regarded as a test of the ruling art of the superiors.

And the current attitude of the people towards Feng Chan, it has to be said, is indeed beneficial to alleviate the difficulty and surprise of Zhao Rong and others in Feng Chan.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong couldn't help but have a good impression of the Dugu Queen Mother who was about to meet.

He nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the canopy dragon chariot that was getting closer and closer in the distance...

Not long after, as Zhao Rong and his party approached on horseback, ritual music played on both sides of the road.

After that, there were some procedures and noisy cutscenes carried out by the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

When Zhao Rong and the others stopped and got off their horses a hundred meters away from the dragon chariot, they found that there was already a thin and small figure waiting beside the dragon chariot, surrounded by a group of court ladies and several Xianyue ladies.

Zhao Rong squinted and saw that it was this weak boy who was about seven or eight years old.

He has a handsome face, thin and short, but he is wearing a large and cumbersome bright yellow dragon robe, and a crown on his head that is bigger than the head of a weak boy.

This made Zhao Rong worry for the little emperor when he saw it for the first time, whether the heavy and simple crown on his slender neck would fall down in a second.

The little emperor came up quickly, gathered with Zhao Rong and the others, exchanged greetings one by one, the boy's voice was soft and soft, with a childlike voice.

It's just that with the attention of everyone, they didn't talk much, and let the officials of the Ministry of Rites carry out the process according to the arrangement.

Zhao Rong responded calmly, but he felt that the young emperor seemed to have looked at him a few more times.

It seems... Curious and admired?
The ceremony held by the Ministry of Rites also began. An elderly official of the Ministry of Rites opened the imperial decree and read it aloud.

The general meaning is to sing praises about the little emperor, and then say that Linlu Academy, which is famous in Manyizhou, also recognizes and supports the orthodoxy of today's Li dynasty, so these gentlemen and sages are sent here, and the destiny belongs to Balabala or something...

Zhao Rong didn't listen much, and looked around, but he didn't see the figure of the virtuous king of Dali.

In addition, the two daughters of Mujin and Xuechan that he had seen before were all there, standing quietly around a certain dragon chariot with their eyes down.

Zhao Rong turned his gaze and landed on the quiet dragon chariot in the middle of the crowd.

The whole dragon chariot is made of bright yellow cloth, with no walls on all sides, only the curtains hang down, covering the scene inside.

Moreover, these hanging curtains are actually made of white cloth, which seems to be... the style of filial piety like going to a funeral.

Moreover, the dragon chariot was surrounded by dozens of young girls, including Hibiscus and Xuechan.

Zhao Rong could only vaguely see a beautiful figure of a woman kneeling in it, wearing a loose gown, with a straight posture, as if she was listening to the words of the court officials with Wanmin.

She also seemed to be dressed in white, other than that, Zhao Rong couldn't see anything else.

It should be the Dugu Empress Dowager, the rumored number one beauty in Dali... Zhao Rong thought.

He didn't look much, and quickly looked away.

Look at this, the Empress Dowager Dugu seems to be still in the period of filial piety, wearing filial piety for the deceased emperor.

So right now on the field, it is not convenient to meet people in public, which is not very polite.

Moreover, this public place is a performance for 30 citizens, not a place to discuss important matters of Fengchan with Zhao Rong and others.

Patience and acting skills are also the basic skills of such superiors.

Zhao Rong chuckled inwardly.

At this time, on the court where everyone was watching, it was the little emperor's turn to speak.

His childish voice is tender and soft-spoken. If it wasn't for Zhao Rong's proximity, he probably wouldn't be able to hear him, let alone the hundreds of thousands of people around him. However, when it was time to applaud, everyone wisely followed and pretended to hear it. .

Zhao Rong, who was closer, observed more.

I saw this young man who was the king of a country try his best to lift his head under the heavy weight of the crown, and spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid of making a wrong word.

The young emperor's forehead was covered with bead-like sweat, he seemed nervous, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it off.

He was talking to Wanmin, but it was more like speaking to himself, and occasionally he would peek at the quiet dragon chariot beside him...

Zhao Rong had a panoramic view of this scene... so it feels like the little emperor is endorsing a book?It's the same as when he was called and endorsed in class when he was a child, um, it happened that school was almost over, and my mother was looking at him again from the window...

This picture is not only visual, but also the shadow of childhood.

"It's just...a kid." The young Confucian scholar shook his head, muttering something in his heart, feeling a little sympathetic to him.

Zhao Rong just felt that the little emperor was a bit like some old-fashioned girl, thin and frail, and she followed the ancestral etiquette, with a strict eye, but now...how can he be as 'tiger' as Yu Huaijin?He is small in size, but he hits you when he says he will hit you.

Not long after, the little emperor finally finished speaking, the people cheered, and the process of the Ministry of Rites continued...

After a stick of incense, the troublesome people finally came to an end, and finally it seemed that after the ceremony of enshrining Zen, amnesty for the world once and tax reduction for one year, the joy of the people was even louder.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Everyone set out to return to the city.

The little emperor returned to the little dragon chariot next to the dragon chariot with the white curtain, and returned together with the Dugu Empress Dowager who was silent throughout the whole process.

Accompanied by senior civil and military officials from the court, Zhao Rong and others got on their horses and marched forward.

Just as the chariots and horses started to move, suddenly, the little dragon chariot in front stopped again, and a young man in imperial robes jumped down from it.

Everyone was stunned. At this moment, the Young Emperor Dali did something that everyone never thought of.

The little emperor came quickly to Zhao Rong's horse, reached out and grabbed the horse's reins.

"Zhao...Mr. Zhao, let...let me come." The frail young man had only run a few steps before panting and blushing, but his eyes were shining brightly at Zhao Rong.

Everyone was shocked.

Countless eyes fell on Ping An Confucian scholar and the little emperor.

Some of the maids of the crescent moon who were following the little emperor wanted to step forward, but they received the eyes of Da Si Le Mujin next to the dragon chariot with white curtains.

At this time, Zhao Rong was also a little surprised by the behavior of the little emperor in front of him.

He and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, and the eyes were exchanged silently.

Is this what Dugu taught you?Otherwise, why only lead my son's horse and not restrain Brother Wu's and the others... Zhao Rong said silently in his heart.

Afterwards, he glanced at the little emperor's eyes that seemed to be looking forward to earnestly, without hesitation, nodded slightly, and saluted:
"A certain commoner, with such kindness from the emperor, is sincere and fearful...but His Majesty's kindness cannot be denied, so I have to respectfully obey."

The little emperor nodded happily, and looked sideways at the direction of the dragon chariot behind his mother. Seeing that the sisters around him didn't come to stop him, his raised shoulders relaxed.

"Mr. Zhao, let me come, let me come."

The little emperor led Zhao Rong's horse in a dignified manner.

Everyone around looked at each other in blank dismay, then saluted neatly and said "Your Majesty is wise", and the chariots and horses continued to drive.

The chariots and chariots were not walking fast, as if to take care of the little emperor's footsteps.

The north gate of Hanjing opened, and everyone quickly entered the city.

Halfway through, there was a little disturbance.

At a certain moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in a crowd not far from the crowd.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others who were riding on horseback looked sideways.

However, the eyes of the white-curtain dragon chariot and the surrounding women such as Hibiscus, Xuechan, etc., did not seem to shift at all, and they followed the dragon chariot step by step, without stopping.

It seems that he doesn't care.

Sure enough, the turmoil that seemed to be beating and killing was soon subsided.

Not long after, three strange girls from the moon suddenly appeared in the distance, and one of them stepped forward.

With sharp eyes, Zhao Rong saw a drop of blood on her sleeve.

The next moment, I saw this strange woman, Xianyueli, come to the side of the dragon chariot with a white curtain, and whispered something to Mu Jin.

Mu Jin, who is the master of the music workshop, looked calm, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the extremely noble woman in the white curtain next to him, with a look of asking for instructions in his eyes.

The dragon chariot was still quiet.

In the next second, a faint and clear voice floated from the gap in the white curtain.

"Ten tribes of Yi."

Except for the sound of the wheels of the carriage and the jingling of the jade wall on the waists of Zhao Rong and others, there was silence on the field.

The civil and military officials didn't seem to hear anything, and their expressions remained unchanged.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars exchanged glances.

Good guy, Ten Clans?

Who are these unlucky ones?Don't let blood flow like a river...

At this time, because the little emperor was leading the horse for him, not only did everyone walk slowly, but Zhao Rong was also at the front, driving alongside the white-curtained dragon chariot.

The surrounding women who guarded the dragon's chariot also gave way to Zhao Rong and the little emperor.

It can be said that at this moment, there is a little emperor and a thin white curtain between Zhao Rong and the Dugu Empress Dowager.

Therefore, he heard the voice of the invisible woman in the dragon carriage very clearly.

You can even see the faint movement of her slightly lifting her chin.

The young Confucian scholar frowned. After being curious for so long, he finally heard the voice of this woman listening to the government behind the curtain.

Although they haven't met each other, her indifferent voice is very pleasant, with the mellow and slow voice of a pampered and superior person, especially mixed with some feminine tail notes inherent in women.

Zhao Rong couldn't help having some associations.

Then, he turned his head to look at the layers of white curtains that blocked the sight of countless men outside.

So this is... someone rebelling?

Otherwise, how to punish the ten clans directly is a little more than nine hundred million, because even friends and disciples have to be counted.

The woman in the dragon chariot seemed to have noticed Zhao Rong's gaze through the white curtain, and was quiet for a moment. Zhao Rong only saw the shadow in the dragon chariot lower her head slightly, and the woman's dignified and steady voice came out again.

"Mr. Zhao and all the gentlemen came to Hanjing from thousands of miles away. They are distinguished guests from Dali. How can they be disturbed by these jumping clowns? If they come to Ai's house like in the past, then forget it, and leave their own scumbags behind." Life is enough. But right now, they are jumping around again to spoil the interest of the gentlemen, but they cannot be lightly forgiven."

It seems to be an explanation.

At this time, the civil and military officials who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb all saluted and congratulated.

"The Empress Dowager Shengming."

"...These obstinate and undisciplined youngsters deserve what they deserve."

"...The Empress Dowager is virtuous and benevolent, so she should have been punished like this a long time ago."

On the side, Zhao Rong nodded lightly... It turned out to be an assassin. From Dugu's tone, people have often assassinated her before?

Is this assassin from Zhou Dufu's side, or is it the remnants of an opponent with different political opinions in the court during the late emperor's time, after the Dugu family supported the little emperor's regent and liquidated?
Zhao Rong's thoughts turned very quickly, and he and Gu Yiwu also found out a lot about the leaving court.

But right now, the Dugu Clan's method is decisive and thunderous, and the three words light and fluttering will kill thousands of people...

"According to the order!"

The strange girl from Xianyue bowed her head respectfully and retreated.

The crowd continued on their way.

At this moment, a gust of wind with a faint smell of blood blew up the white curtain beside Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that the white curtain that was blowing up had been pulled by the fast-eyed string girls.

However, there is still a large gap that cannot be covered for a while.

Zhao Rong glanced at it in surprise, only to see a pair of eyes there just in time.

The eyes of the two collided.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned. These were a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes with upturned tails. They were extremely aesthetic and charming, but they naturally carried an indifferent majesty that repulsed others for thousands of miles.

As for the woman with red phoenix eyes in the dragon chariot, her long eyelashes trembled as soon as her eyes came into contact.

Like a branch of red apricot being lightly touched by a butterfly, it trembles instantly.

Then it seemed that he noticed his staring gaze, this woman who held the highest power in Dali... lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding the glare.

However, the scene where the originally majestic Danfeng eyes were drooping down gave Zhao Rong a feeling... that she was bowing her eyebrows at him.

Although he knew that this was just an illusion given by the woman's Danfeng eyes, and it was the first time the two had met.

But this still made Zhao Rong feel a little surprised.

As expected of the rumored No. [-] beauty in Dali, who can stand up to this?Especially her status is so honorable, uh, she is still the most honorable...widow in Dali.

At this time, the white curtain had returned to its original state, covering it tightly. In fact, if Zhao Rong hadn't been close just now, he wouldn't have missed this opportunity.

Zhao Rong didn't think any more, and shook his head slightly.

After half an hour.

Not far from the majestic gate of the imperial palace, the crowd gradually dispersed.

The little emperor and the dragon chariot with white curtains drove into the palace.

The other civil and military ministers also left to return to their respective residences.

Zhao Rong and others were taken to a magnificent mansion not far from the imperial palace by the officials of the Ministry of Rites. They only told them to stop and rest before discussing important matters after running around all the way.

Zhao Rong took Xiaoqian'er to pick a Yajing courtyard in the mansion and rested.

In the afternoon, he went to gather for a while with Gu Yiwu and others who had packed up, and discussed the matter of enshrining Zen.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong and the others waited quietly.

Sure enough, in the evening, Xuechan arrived on time with a few girls from Xianyue, and invited Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars to enter the palace tonight to participate in the feast of cleansing the dust.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other.

The play is here.

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