The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 259 Forcing the Palace
At the end of April, in Chang'an, Gyeonggi Province, the wind blowing from the fields is warm.

Acres of fields sprouted new shoots, and the green seedlings were gently stroked in the wind. Farmers waved hoes, or squatted on the ridges of the fields, looking at the greenery, looking forward to the new year.

Occasionally, I heard the movement of the shaft of the chariot, and on the official road where I turned my head, dozens of knights guarded a carriage and slowly passed by.

In that luxury car, the curtain was lifted, and the people in the car looked at the green in the world, with joyful enjoyment on their faces.

"When my father was still there, his favorite thing was this farmland." Geng Qing sat in the car, smiling and put down the curtain, "Ben said that to relax, and brought his mother with him, and we can see the countryside scenery together." , refused to say anything.”

The vehicle drove past the farmland here, and the horse team was vigilant around them.

The carriage that rolled over the road was shaking slightly, and there was Jiuyu sitting in it, his face was cold, he just nodded, and then said: "Qiao Niang is about to give birth."

"Isn't there still a few days left? In fact, I feel a little hesitant. Although it is not the first time to be a father, it is the first time to welcome a new life."

Jiuyu squinted at him: "You are escaping."

"You can't understand this feeling." Geng Qing waved his hand angrily, and said back, but the friendship between the two for many years, Jiuyu has long been used to his way of speaking, and he didn't take it to heart , or in other words, he didn't care too much, but it was only for him alone.

"After counting the time, the letter should have been delivered to King Liang, and when it arrives, it should be sent back to Chang'an. It depends on how he handles this matter."

In the slowly moving carriage, Geng Qing was quiet for a while. Speaking of other things, Chang'an has been silent for a long time since the forced palace, which also allowed him to completely control the Longxiang Army. In addition to Jiang Xuanhui, the privy envoy who took over Zhu Youlun's military power, he is the only one who has the right to speak. Both of them are in the ranks of Zhu and Wen.

So much so that when Jiang Xuanhui made a decision, he would send someone over to discuss with him.

"This guy asks about Qin Huaimian every day. I mentioned it a few times in the mansion. Qin Shusheng can't be touched or killed. It's like he doesn't have a long memory. He often mentions it again."

While Geng Qing was talking, the carriage had already approached Mingde Gate, and there was a lot of noise from business travelers around. Jiuyu on the other side looked outside, and smiled with her thin lips.

"That's his duty, to remind you."

"I know, I just annoy this kind of person." Geng Qing opened the curtain, handed out a few copper coins, and bought a candied haws for the past peddler. After returning, he wanted to read it to his son, so as not to be nagged by the little guy.

After entering the city, the surroundings became noisy and noisy. Before passing Baoningfang, there were people waiting on the side of Zhuque Street. Dou Wei and a dozen people seemed to have been guarding for a long time. When he saw the horse team returning to the city, he hurried Come here and urge the horse to walk beside you.

"Master, an hour ago, the privy envoy sent a letter to the house."

Dou Wei took out a letter from his bosom and handed it into the curtain. Jiuyu took it and opened it, and then handed it to Geng Qing. The young man stroked the short beard on his chin, read the contents quickly, and tore the paper. The debris was thrown out of the car, and the debris scattered on the road behind the car, and was quickly trampled by passing pedestrians.

Soon, the procession stopped outside Jiang's mansion, and the steward of the mansion personally welcomed Geng Qing in. The maid served tea and retreated to the side respectfully. Not long after, the steward who reported to him came back, and there was a figure beside him, with neat official robes. Soon to be replaced.

The person who came over was Jiang Xuanhui, with a gentle tone, he quickly took a step forward, and arched his hands: "Hehe. Shang Shuling can be counted."

"As soon as I returned to the city, when I heard the invitation from the privy envoy, I came here directly. I came here in a hurry and didn't bring a gift, but the privy envoy should not be offended." Geng Qing bowed his hand and returned the gift, followed the other party to his seat, and then sat down again.

After the two exchanged a few words of pleasantries, Jiang Xuanhui waved his sleeves and removed all the maids in the middle hall. He had probably completely regarded Geng Qing as his own. mean.

"The king of Liang wants to move the emperor to Luoyang, the eastern capital, so as not to stay here and cause trouble for the king of Liang. By the way, I heard that Shang Shuling's wife is about to give birth, but can he travel far? If it is inconvenient, someone Jiang do it."

He looked serious and sincere, but there was a search in his eyes. Over there, Geng Qing picked up the teacup and blew on the hot air, "It's really not easy to travel far, but the family members stay in the city and go to Bianzhou after a while That is, it has nothing to do with me and the privy envoy."

Jiang Xuanhui nodded, the two looked at each other and laughed tacitly, and then talked about other things, before noon came, and the matter discussed by the two had been finalized, Geng Qing said goodbye and left. Ask Dou Wei to take the jade pendant on his waist and go to the Longxiang Army camp outside the city to meet the commander of the Longxiang Army.

The team drove forward with all their might, the carriage drove through the long streets, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and they returned to the quiet workshop, stopping outside the gate of Geng's Mansion. The bird stopped chirping, walked up the stone steps mottled with moss, and stepped into the gate of the mansion. The steward of the mansion led several servants to welcome them, and they went back to the backyard together.

While walking, Geng Qing asked about the affairs of the mansion, and then was surrounded by a group of wives and women, surrounded by them, and went back to the back hall. Whispering and complaining in Geng Qing's ear, stroking his flat belly to make him come later.

"Humanistic wives and concubines enjoy the beauty in groups, but they don't know that beauties are also bone-cutting knives. There are still so many."

Geng Qing said good words, sent the group of beautiful women away, sighed melancholy, and went to the bedroom. There was no candle in the room, and he only looked at the two windows, which was a bit dark.

Qiaoniang was sitting in front of a window lattice, doing needlework, knitting the sleeves of a small dress, saw her husband come in, accidentally pricked her fingertips, frowned slightly in pain, put it in her mouth and sucked it, He gave Geng Qing a white look with his fingers in his mouth, and struggled to get up while touching his already big belly.

"Sit down, sit down, don't get up."

Geng Qing went over to help her and pushed her back, looking at the belly that was holding up her skirt, fearing that the amniotic fluid would break if she was not careful, she put the needle and thread in her hand by the table, and sat down beside her.

"how do you feel?"

"The little thing is full of joy in the stomach, but it's hard for the concubine." Qiao Niang stretched out her hand and patted her husband's shoulder, "When I came back, I was entangled by my sisters, right? The shoulders were full of powder."

"Did you hear that?"

Su Qiaoniang pursed her lips and smiled, "It's so noisy, I guess my mother-in-law heard it too."

Geng Qing also smiled.

"Mother doesn't care. She can't keep her mouth shut every day when she is happy. With so many grandchildren, she will have a headache at that time."

There was no one else in the bedroom, and the maids were all outside the door.The couple snuggled together as they talked, and said some tender words, which relieved a lot of anxiety about the coming of the little life.

As for the matter in the courtroom, Geng Qing didn't tell her, so as not to disturb the fetal gas, Qiao Niang knew that it was not easy for her husband to be outside, she felt sorry for him, so she leaned quietly, occasionally a woman's joking and joking came from outside, Qiao Niang Suddenly got up, pulled her husband to sit by the bed, trying to fulfill his wife's duty.

"What do you think?"

"Then let the sisters"

"Close your eyes and go to rest, talking nonsense, how can a husband be the kind of anxious person."

"That concubine uses her mouth"

The woman sat next to the man, untied her belt, and was stopped, Geng Qing pulled her over, patted her back lightly, and talked about her own words, gradually the night fell, the family sat around the three big tables in the back hall, lively Make a fuss about dinner.

Then, on the second day of arrival, Geng Qing walked out of the mansion in a black official robe, the gentleness on his face faded, he got into the carriage expressionlessly, and ordered Dachun to go to the palace. Behind him, two cavalry teams of 500 people , Walking mightily through the cold long street.

The sun shines on the majestic imperial city with its green color.

In the deep palace, the eunuch's sharp voice was proclaiming.

"The gate of heaven opens, all officials enter the palace, and go to court—"

Geng Qing, dressed in full dress and carrying a sword, stepped onto the Tai Chi Hall together with the privy envoy Jiang Xuanhui. A group of guards, soldiers, and armored weapons collided with each other, and they lined up from the door of the hall.

There was a faint murderous look.

"Shang Shuling, Privy Envoy!" Some people in the palace hurriedly cupped their hands, some hands were knotted and hung on their lower abdomen, they lowered their heads in silence and did not dare to look at them. The first place on the imperial steps over there, the emperor Li Ye sat behind the dragon table, wearing imperial robes and bead curtains Shaking, his body trembled slightly, looking at the appearance of the two of them and the soldiers outside the hall, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Speech stuttered.

"Geng Qing, Jiang Qing, do you have anything to report?"

A group of civil and military men looked at the two figures coming in, strode past and stood in front of the imperial steps. Jiang Xuanhui wanted to speak, but Geng Qing who was beside him stepped forward first, arching his hands expressionlessly, his voice was strong and positive.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

In the voice, Dian Wenwu's heartbeat accelerated for no reason, or he looked at his toes, or stared at the back in front of him, and said in his heart: "It's coming."

Simultaneously.

Jiang Xuanhui next to Geng Qing clasped his fists: "Please move your majesty to Luoyang!"

(End of this chapter)