Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 503

Hu Miaomiao wandered all the way here, feeling that a candidate could cause such a big commotion. There are usually many people on this street, but except for the parade of champions and the visit of the royal driver, there have never been so many people, which has increased the work of their shadow guards. A lot of difficulty.

A lot of defense lines have been set up along the road, patrolling all the way, when he walked outside the Guozijian, Hu Miaomiao smiled and shook his head when he saw the circle of people around him, so many people, it really gave him a headache, I hope the Lord Long Live can go to him Arranged place.

He had already ordered someone to set up a teahouse, next to the study where the adults go, the teahouse is full of his people, the second floor of this teahouse has a wider view than the study, but it is still some distance away from the Shanxue Square, and there is no Shanxue Square. People on the outer layer can see clearly, but it is better than being clean.

He heard people talking all the way, saying that the candidate's appearance was very good, even he was curious about what he looked like, he thought to himself, no matter how good-looking he is, can he be better than Long Live God?
After going around the teahouse to make sure there was nothing wrong, he looked outside. Don't look at his small eyes, but his eyesight is very good, and he can clearly see the people under the test booth.

He suddenly understood, no wonder so many big girls, daughter-in-laws and aunts rushed forward, and even many scholars said good things. better.

People in this world always like to judge people by their appearance at first glance, and people who are good-looking naturally want to take advantage of it.

Feeling emotion in his heart, he looked at the examinee a few more times, and couldn't help but gasp in his heart, where did he look like he had seen those eyebrows and eyes?
No, no, no, this scholar must have never seen him before, Hu Miaomiao remembers it very clearly, but he looks very kind, like the kindness others see him for the first time.

Hu Miaomiao felt strange in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the past carefully, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a corner downstairs, his man made a gesture for him, and he turned his eyes to that corner, and understood the meaning of the gesture: Long Live is coming.

With a slight nod, he turned and went downstairs.

On the emperor's side, after leaving the palace, he sat in the carriage and rushed all the way to the Imperial College. When he reached the main street outside the Imperial College, the carriage became slower and slower.

There was a lot of noise outside the car, he lifted the curtain to look out, Zhang Qing hurriedly took over and opened the curtain.

There was a steady stream of people outside.

Small vendors on both sides of the road are constantly hawking, and the people are full of shoppers. Some are arguing with the vendors, some are red-faced, some are willing to pay the bill, and there are people dressed as scholars passing by, talking about current events and citing classics, which is a prosperous scene.

The emperor looked at it with great interest, but he was a little puzzled. He remembered that there were not so many people on this street before, but today it looks like a busy city.

He looked at Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing didn't understand what it meant, so he asked tentatively, "Master, do you want the servant to go down and have a look?"

The emperor stared at Zhang Qing twice, couldn't help smiling, and wondered to himself, how could such a scene, with so many people, be specially arranged.

Even if Hu Miaomiao and Zhang Qing wanted to make him happy, they were not that stupid to do such a stupid thing.

Zhang Qing was baffled, and tentatively said: "There are a lot of people on this street outside the Imperial College, presumably they all went for the examinee, but somehow it turned into a market instead, do you think it's too noisy?"

The emperor ignored his words, turned his head and looked out again, feeling relieved.

Seeing the prosperity and prosperity of the country under his rule, no emperor would be unhappy.

Joy floated in his heart, and after a long time, he couldn't help sighing: "It's better to be a little noisy, it would be nice if there were such noisy everywhere."

If every place in the world was as lively as the capital city and this street, it would be a truly prosperous age.

Zhang Qing was very puzzled by these words, but he wisely did not speak.

The emperor looked at them one by one, and saw many trinkets and clay figurines placed by vendors along the road.

As soon as he thought about it, this seemed to be something his little concubine liked, and he couldn't help being interested.

Anyway, the speed of traveling in a carriage is slower than walking, so it is better to go for a stroll and feel the interest of the people.

He ordered: "Stop the car and go down for a walk."

Zhang Qing panicked: "Master, there are so many people outside, if they collide..."

The emperor raised his hand to interrupt: "Sitting high in the temple, it is difficult to govern the country, go down."

Zhang Qing didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he could only agree, and went down first to give instructions to the people who came out, and then opened the curtain of the carriage to prepare the horse stool.

The emperor restrained his momentum on purpose, stepped on the horse stool and got out of the carriage. The surrounding crowd, who were still lively just now, couldn't help but look over when they saw him coming down, and fell silent for a moment.

Sensing that the atmosphere around him had become a bit weird, the emperor couldn't help but look over. The crowd averted their eyes one after another, and no one dared to look at each other, feeling that being looked at was very stressful.

After a while, the quiet crowd gradually returned to their original state, and began to pretend to be busy with the matter at hand, but some people couldn't get enough of it, so they peeked at it from time to time.

Seeing the strange behavior of the crowd, the emperor frowned slightly and asked Zhang Qing with his eyes.

Zhang Qing thought to himself, even though Long Live Lord's aggressive aura has been restrained a bit, it is a little gentler than before, the aura of the ninety-five masters in every gesture is not something ordinary people can bear, coupled with this good looks , It is extremely lethal, and it is the focus of the crowd no matter where it goes.

Who doesn't like to look at good-looking people a few times, those in the palace don't dare, and the people don't know their identities, and the common people don't have so many scruples, so it's not surprising that they are watched by everyone.

He thought to himself that Fatty Hu was really experienced, and he went out of the palace last time to modify his appearance, otherwise he would have attracted many people's attention.

But now there is no modification, and with that kingly aura, it is normal for the common people to react like this!

But he didn't dare to say these words directly, so he had to say euphemistically: "I think everyone has a heart of envy."

The emperor was puzzled and was about to ask what it meant.

I heard an aunt who sneaked peeks from time to time muttering to a vendor: "Which young man is this? He is so handsome and handsome, and he looks unattainable."

The vendor also replied in a low voice: "Looks like a nobleman from some aristocratic family, he is very good-looking, especially the whole body style, how can I say it, hey, I can't tell, anyway, it looks very eye-catching, but I don't dare to look at it." Look."

It turned out to be the case.

The emperor heard it clearly, glared at Zhang Qing, turned around and walked back, to the clay figurine stall that he just passed by.

He used to go to and from the palace a lot of times in private, but almost every time he passed quickly and rarely stayed, and there were very few people who went to the market like this.

There were quite a few people peeking at him around, strange but not hostile, he could feel it, and after finding out the reason, the emperor ignored him, walked leisurely to the clay figurine booth and started watching.

The old man of the clay figurine vendor was immediately overwhelmed by flattery, and stuttered: "Master, son, which one do you want to buy?"

(End of this chapter)