Jiaohua

Chapter 1100
Zhao Huien's sedan chair was stopped halfway.

The yamen guard who ran towards Lianfeng Academy was out of breath, and hurriedly reported what had happened to Lianfeng Academy. Zhao Huien was shocked, changed his composure in the sedan chair, and quickly tore open the sedan chair curtain and rushed out: "What soldiers Horse? What kind of army is the Xia family army?"

"Duke Dingguo's Mansion is the Xia Family Army of Dingguo Mansion!" Ya Wei said.

"Here, there is still a Dingguo mansion in this world? Which Dingguogong?" Zhao Huien said in a daze, "Is it Song Zhiyi? Who did he make Dingguogong? Or Yun Bozhong? Or Ying Jinliang? Or Tian Da?" Yao?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier who was about to lose his leg ran away, yelling and shouting for his lord, and came running out of breath.

After running close, the soldier fell to the ground and hurriedly reported the chaos at the checkpoint outside the east city without thinking of getting up.

After listening to his words, Zhao Huien almost fell to the ground.

The bearer and the clerk rushed to help him, and his whole body weight was on the sedan chair, and he murmured: "How could this be..."

"My lord, we have to decide quickly what we should do now." The little official said with a pale face.

"That's right, you're right!" Zhao Huien swallowed, rolled her eyes, and immediately said, "Go home first!"

"Wait," the little official suddenly had an idea, "My lord, if you carry such a big sedan chair back to the mansion, won't everyone know that you have returned to the mansion, I see..."

He lay beside Zhao Huien's ear, muttering.

Zhao Huien nodded quickly: "Okay, I will follow what you said, hurry up!"

Zhao Huien immediately turned around and went back to the sedan chair.

The sedan chair curtain was closed, the bearers returned to their positions to lift the sedan chair, the team turned around and took a shortcut to leave.

When the shouts and tsunami of greetings to Xia's army sounded from the direction of Lianfeng Academy, Zhao Gong was also preparing to leave at the same time.

The subordinates were packing their bags behind him, and Zhao Gong was playing with a folding fan while thinking about what happened to the Ministry of Rites in the capital.

Those voices came from afar, he looked up and muttered: "General Xia? What kind of tricks, such a pretense."

This time he came from Zhengbei with Zhao Gong. Zhao Lai, the former steward of Duke Zheng's mansion, who has been out for Zhao Gong's time, said: "Zhao Huien is very happy, and his young generals are sure to do the same. Let's just pretend to be casual."

"It's ridiculous, it's a pity," Zhao Gong lowered his head, played with the folding fan in his hand again, and said out of boredom, "I'm a suave, graceful son of Zheng Guogong's mansion, whose talents and looks have overwhelmed half the imperial capital. Now I'm in Hengxiang, a small merchant. Show me how the local bullies have imprisoned me for several days, and a so-called governor who is only engaged in climbing up has set up checkpoints outside the city to prevent me from being free."

"Master, isn't it because the sky has changed?" Zhao Lai said.

"I reckon that the whole of Hengxiang, except you, is the only one who regards me as a prince."

When he mentioned Ding Yuejin, Zhao Lai sighed and shook his head, and continued to pack his things.

"Hey, aren't you curious?" Zhao Gong looked at him, "the dead Rites Zhanggu, Xiang Priest Lang Zhong, Dian Zhi Lang Zhong, he is still alive."

"There's nothing you can do if you're curious," Zhao Lai stopped his movements and looked at him, "My lord, his fake death and his reappearance in Hengxiang must have far-reaching implications, and it may have something to do with the destruction of the Lin family. Exhausted, how terrifying this power must be to destroy the whole school of the Ministry of Rites at the feet of the Son of Heaven. Right now we are settled in Hengxiang, and to Hengxiang, it is just Zhengbei, which is thousands of miles away. You see, one who has only taken office not long ago Inspector Zhao dares not to look down on nobles from all over the world, not to mention those who dared to move the second and third ranks of the court in the previous dynasty. We are single and weak in Hengxiang, so what do we have to fight against?"

"Pfft," Zhao Gong laughed, "I said Zhao Lai, and I just mentioned that you returned me a big basket with the word 'Dou' in it. I just said I was curious, how could I want to 'Dou', my son?" But never mind meddling."

Zhao Lai murmured in his heart, yes, you don't call meddling in your own business, you call me a troublemaker, causing trouble everywhere, lest the world will not be chaotic.

The sound outside is getting louder and louder.

Zhao Gong went to the window and pushed the door open.

Only the outline of Lianfeng Academy can be seen here. For the sake of tranquility, on the first day in Hengxiang, Zhao Gong said that he should stay away from Lianfeng Academy, but not too far.

The long street, the main road in the distance, is full of people flocking towards Lianfeng Academy, crowded together like a sea.

And the word "General Xia" has not stopped.

"What is General Xia, so handsome?" Zhao Gong felt uncomfortable, "How dare there be a more handsome General Xia than my brother in this world, heh, I will send someone to kill him tonight."

The door was suddenly pushed open softly.

Zhao Gong turned around and saw that it was Ji Sheng, one of his confidantes, who came in.

Ji Sheng poked his head in and whispered in a low voice, "My lord!"

"I've only been to Qu's Mansion for a few days, why don't you shrink back when I don't see you for a few days?" Zhao Gong said, slightly disgusted.

"Come on, son, let's watch something fun." Ji Sheng beckoned.

"You are like a human trafficker, I won't go."

"Come on, son," Ji Sheng said anxiously, "I'm going to miss the show!"

Zhao Gong frowned and walked over.

Beside the stairs coming up from the inn, Ji Sheng pushed open the window sash of the corridor, Zhao Gong looked down, and saw an official sedan chair, which was moving violently.

Zhao Gong showed a meaningful smirk on his face, and lightly bumped Ji Sheng's shoulder: "It's interesting, but why are you silent?"

"No, no," Ji Sheng said, "It's not what you think."

After the words fell, two men came out from the inside, one was wearing a splendid official gown, with a good appearance, and the other was an ordinary servant, oblivious to the crowd.

The clothes of the two were disheveled, and each quickly tidied up, one tidied up her hair crown, and the other tightened her belt.

Zhao Gong's handsome appearance became exaggerated, his mouth opened wide, and he whispered to Ji Sheng: "Men and men."

Ji Sheng had a headache: "My lord, it's not like that."

An official appeared out of nowhere, stepped forward quickly, and respectfully led the servant away.

The man in the official uniform tidied up and sat back in the sedan chair.

Not long after, dozens of people came from the other side. They stood up for the official ceremonies, a few bearers lifted up the sedan chairs, and the guard of honor walked out.

Zhao Gong stretched his neck, leaned out of the window slightly, and watched them leave.

"It's so exciting," Zhao Gong muttered, "In broad daylight, it's still necessary to cross the street... Hey, is there such a rush?"

"My son, it's a bag drop, a bag drop!" Ji Sheng said.

"Drop off?" Zhao Gong paused, Mo raised his eyebrows, "You mean, the servant who left just now is the real official?"

"It's Zhao Huien." Ji Sheng said.

"It turned out to be him!" Zhao Gong immediately looked in the direction where the officials and servants disappeared, and scolded, "This is a mess, and I have changed the governor's official uniform into a four-faced one. I didn't even notice it. Ji Sheng."

"Yes, son."

"Take the two of you there quickly, and follow that fellow."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)