The devil is coming

Chapter 815: Break it!
"More to the left, a little to the left, hey, a little to the right, a little to the right, hey, hey, a little higher, a little higher."
Xiao Yibo, the chief steward of the mansion, was directing a group of royal guards to hang the plaque of "Prince Pingxi's Mansion".
He was directing from below, while the people above were busy.
"Manager Xiao, my subordinates see that this is a very serious thing."
"I know."
"That……"
"This plaque, no matter how straight it is from the beginning, has to be moved from left to right. It's a good omen that you've paid for it in advance and won't hang it again in the future."
"Hey, this can't be done. Our prince may decide in the future..."
The personal guard was talking and knowing that he had made a mistake, and he was crowned king, and then...
Everyone is thinking this in their hearts, but it would be inappropriate to shout it out loud.
Xiao Yibo smiled and did not scold him.
He is an old man who has followed the prince since Hutou City. He has witnessed the rise of the prince all the way. To be honest, he is actually the one who admires him the most.
What is impossible?
Do not,
Nothing is impossible!
After the plaque was hung up, he clapped his hands, ordered the servants outside to sprinkle water on the door and clean it again, and then went in on his own.
The first act of the King Ceremony has just ended, and the imperial edict has been announced. The rest includes military parades and martial arts performances, and then there will be awards for those who contributed to the last battle into Chu. Many nobles from the barbarian tribes also came. .
Although the last time the battle plan was temporarily changed, the barbarian servants did not enter Chu to fight. They basically sat and waited on the Zhennanguan line for a while, but in any case, they had gathered enough people and horses to prepare their own weapons. coming.
It is impossible to lose a reward. Tens of thousands of them will come and go as soon as they are called. Even if they are dogs, they must be taken seriously.
In the evening, there will be a banquet in the palace, with hundreds of tables. On the list are people from the imperial envoys, generals from all walks of life under the palace, representatives of meritorious people, representatives from all walks of life under the palace, etc. ,
The commendation meeting that was not held last year due to the war was also moved to today.
Therefore, Xiao Yibo had to go on inspection again to make sure nothing went wrong.
After completing a tour,
It's still early,
Xiao Yibo walked into a courtyard with a red table and saw two people sitting there, sipping peanuts and genuine wine.
When the two people saw Xiao Yibo, they immediately smiled and waved;
"Come on, Mr. Xiao, let's have a few sips together, sit down and have a rest."
The two people were none other than Chen Daole and He Chunlai.
Both of them were born in the Jin Dynasty. They were both righteous men who fought against the Yan Dynasty and restored the Jin Dynasty in the early days, but later became the "running dogs" of the imperial court;
Because they were capable and potential heroes, the two of them were basically rinsed in the yamen and then in the army. They were rinsed back and forth several times. After they were thoroughly soaked in the taste,
Then the blind man mentioned that his subordinates should be used as assistants to handle general affairs.
Chen Daole started working earlier than He Chunlai. Because He Chunlai was good at cooking, he worked as a cook beside King Pingxi for a while. However, this kind of friendship was indeed something that others could not envy.
Even now, every month when He Chun comes to rest, he will return to the mansion to cook dishes for the prince twice. In the words of people in the yamen outside, Mr. He can hold an iron spoon and weigh the saltiness of the dishes. Able to weigh the weight of the matter at hand.
Both of them are developing well now, and they can be regarded as unique figures under the blind man.
Xiao Yibo saluted politely and did not take his seat;
But Chen Daole was used to being free and easy, so he stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Yibo over, sat down together, and gave him some wine.
"Where did you talk about it?" Chen Daole asked.
He Chunlai replied: "It's about His Majesty's will."
"Yes, this time I am really convinced. This will, this gesture, what is this called? This is the real atmosphere.
I understand your thoughts, and you understand mine;
Don't care about such things as flies and dogs,
Just come in the open,
Just put it out there,
Just let the world see it.
Look at how the Ji family treats our prince.
High,
Really high. "
He Chunlai nodded and said, "Throughout the ages, the most difficult thing to resolve is not conspiracies and small calculations, but outright conspiracy."
"Yes, come on, let this conspiracy come to light!"
Chen Daole and He Chunlai raised their wine glasses. Xiao Yibo hesitated for a moment and then raised the wine glass in front of him. After the three of them clinked, they drank it all.
There is actually nothing to be scrupulous about speaking here.
After all, he said it in the palace, not in public, but at least he had a clear conscience, so he could be as candid as possible.
Furthermore, whether it is the prince or Mr. Bei, how can he not tolerate the occasional sour scholarly attitude among his subordinates?
Xiao Yibo stood up and poured wine for them.
Chen Daole added: "The emperor's move, firstly, made the Jingnan army chiefs speechless, and secondly, the highest level of business is nothing more than doing favors.
When the prince went to conquer Chu, the emperor sent the prince to come. At the same time, Xu Wenzu, the capital of Ying, was ordered to make preparations and not hesitate to start another war.
Both emotion and reason are taken care of.
Difficult,
difficult. "
He Chunlai nodded and said: "Yes, throughout the ages, it stands to reason that intrigues and intrigues are inevitable between the imperial court and the feudal towns. The imperial court adopts the strategy of division, and the feudal towns use the method of unity.
Once you remove it and pinch it, fine lines will slowly appear.
But it’s this kind of thing, clear in work, open in life, and broad in structure, and it’s really impossible to find any gaps.
Sometimes it’s helpless,
Could it be that the Yan Kingdom was really destined by fate to unite the Yan Kingdom and unify all the Xia?
Two generations of wise kings, two generations of wise kings.
No one understands what the prince is capable of better than we do. If the emperor really continues to show his sincerity, we, the prince, must continue to fight for Dayan.
In my lifetime, Qian Chu will be destroyed and the world will be unified. This is by no means an illusion. "
Chen Daole sighed and said: "It can only be called destiny. Mr. Bei was busy a few days ago, so I taught His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince a lesson.
The prince is so young, but he is already wise at this early age.
At first, I heard that the late emperor once praised the prince as a "good saintly grandson", and some said that the reason why the late emperor chose the sixth prince to succeed him was because he valued the emperor's grandson;
I didn't believe it, but now...
If it doesn't work out, I'll really go for the third generation.
The third generation of Mingjun, Ganchu, how can you survive? "
He Chunlai laughed "hehehe" and said, "How can we survive this well? How can we survive this north wind?"
Chen Daole and He Chunlai laughed together, with a little loneliness in their smiles.
They were born in the Jin Dynasty, and it was said that they were stronger than others, or that they were impressed by the blind man and the prince's charisma, but the only thing they lacked was their loyalty to the so-called Dayan.
Not only them, but the entire Shandong, under the blind man's "de-Yanguoization", has achieved remarkable results.
Jindong is the land of Jin, right?
Therefore,
In fact, they all have ambitions in their hearts. To a certain extent, this ambition is similar to that of Qu Peiluo, the young master of the Qu family.
The Jin Kingdom was destroyed, and they were somewhat labeled as traitors to the Jin Dynasty, but if they could assist the new king in establishing a new dynasty, it could be said that all the stains on their bodies would be washed away in one fell swoop, and they would also be plated with a layer of gold;
Even if the prince is from Yan, the place where he made his fortune and raised his army, which is the future place of Longxing, is in Fengxin and the land of Jin, so the new dynasty can be called the new life of the Jin Kingdom.
Watching them exude a slightly decadent atmosphere while drinking,
Xiao Yibo, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said;
"Why do you two need to be anxious? I don't have much education, but I also know a saying about this moment and that moment."
"Oh?" Chen Daole looked at Xiao Yibo, "What do you think of Manager Xiao?"
"I don't dare to accept my advice, but I have to leave first. The two ladies are pregnant, and the necessary lotus seed soup in the evening must be prepared in advance. This is more important than the banquet, so nothing can go wrong."
Chen Daole and He Chunlai heard this,
The two looked at each other,
immediately,
The corners of the mouth are raised,
Laughed again,
Sweep away the previous decadence.
Yes,
There is also the little master.
...
The ones performing the martial arts were a group of soldiers and horses under Liang Cheng's command. They had just experienced the battle into Chu, and the smell of blood on their bodies had not completely dissipated.
Cleaning up the infantry ranks is not easy, but it is difficult, but not too difficult.
Thinking back to the Imperial Guards who went to Beijing during the Qian Dynasty, they were able to form neat military formations during normal times, giving their officials and the people in the capital the illusion that they had a powerful army at their disposal.
But if the cavalry, and even a large number of cavalry, can clean up the queue, it is definitely not an easy task. It is not just a matter of people, but also a matter of horses. Both people and horses are well-trained. , such a cavalry is enough to become an absolute nightmare on any battlefield in the world!
In recent years, the Yan people have relied on two cavalry field groups to establish their current national power!
When all the barbarian nobles saw this scene, their expressions were not very good. They also had knights and war horses, but it was no exaggeration for such elites to be able to ride on one of them.
After the martial arts performance is over,
Prince Pingxi personally awarded rewards to the meritorious people in the last expedition. Chen Xianba won the first merit by beheading Dugu Mu, and got the opportunity to ride his horse and boast in front of the battle.
The human nature of young people is indeed wild and arrogant.
Next, there will be a series of awards for those who have made outstanding contributions to the war, such as logistics, planners, spies, etc. They are all representative figures. The public awards for the rest of the people do not have to go from the hands of Prince Pingxi. The palace It is impossible for the various yamen under him to fall behind.
By the time all this was done, the sun was setting to the west.
Those who were qualified to attend the banquet began to enter the city and headed towards the palace. Prince Pingxi, who was the protagonist of the banquet, was not in a hurry to go back first, but came to the entrance of the Calabash Temple with his guards clearing the way.
Even though it was almost nightfall, there were still many people burning incense and praying for Buddha in the Calabash Temple. There was no other way, as this was the only religious place within a hundred miles of Fengxin City.
The personal guards cleared away the pilgrims in the temple. After knowing that the prince was coming, the pilgrims were not dissatisfied at all. Since they could not worship the Bodhisattva now, they knelt down around the prince's procession.
They all kowtow, and in their eyes, the prince is no different from a Bodhisattva.
Zheng Fan walked into the temple alone, and oh, the Pixiu also came in.
Afterwards, a group of retired disabled soldiers knelt down and saluted him. Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment, then walked over to help a few people up and greeted them.
immediately,
Zheng Fan walked into the backyard of the temple.
Little monk Liao Fan knelt on the ground:
"Greetings to the prince, prince Fukang."
The old monk Kong Yuan was sitting at the edge of the well holding a broom, looking up at the sunset in a daze.
His forehead is still bandaged, and the injury caused by kowtowing last time has not been healed yet.
Little monk Liao Fan brought a stool and Zheng Fan sat down.
But Zheng Fan did not touch the tea and preserved fruits that the young monk brought.
When Siniang was not around, he would not touch the food and water outside.
Monk Kong Yuan seemed not to see Zheng Fan at all, and continued to look at the sky very self-consciously.
Prince Pingxi seemed to have forgotten that there were still a lot of people in the palace to entertain a dinner party, and continued to sit here, staring at the crazy monk in front of him in a daze.
Little monk Liao Fan stood on one side, his expression sometimes solemn and dignified, sometimes charming and graceful.
It is said that a while ago, a Jin caravan manager from Litian City came to this temple to burn incense and was attracted by the charming appearance of young monk Fan.
The wind from the Jin region cannot blow on the heads of Guizhou, because many of them have been prostrate on the ground all their lives. Only those powerful and powerful people are the most affected by this wind.
The shopkeeper seemed to be a sentimental person, and actually asked Fan to elope with him. Then he was tied up by the gang members in the temple and thrown into prison.
The blind man also told this matter as a joke to Zheng Fan when they had breakfast together.
Finally, the blind man sighed with emotion, but the young monk didn't take it seriously, and even made a special trip to plead for mercy for the caravan manager;
He was not dissatisfied with his flattery, nor did he feel that it had violated his status as a monk. He felt that he had seen through the world of mortals and that all living beings were vain.
Zheng Fan just listened, but he didn't tell the blind man what the crazy monk said that day.
Si Niang obviously didn't tell anyone either.
They are all about to become parents. Who would deliberately spread such words about curses on their children to the outside world?
But, if you want to say you don't care, how is that possible?
After the Sword Master had Liu Dahu as his stepson, he also cherished his biological son very much;
Prince Pingxi has been busy raising his godson in the past few years. Although he loves his godson very much, deep down in his heart, he also has the expectation that his bloodline will continue.
the most important,
In this world, he always feels like his feet are splashing on the ground;
in this world,
He wants a root, a root that can truly bind and integrate himself with the world.
The feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land actually becomes uncomfortable after a long time. It can also become boring, tedious, and boring.
But today,
Somehow,
After a king-conferring ceremony ended,
Zheng Fan just wanted to come and sit in this temple.
During the day, the expansion was enough, and he was a little bit behind the scenes of the blind man's and Xiao Liuzi's fight in the air, but he was too lazy to go to the blind man to talk about it, and he didn't have the energy to analyze Xiao Liuzi's methods with others;
He just wants to be quiet,
Find a place to sit.
After the expansion, there is emptiness, isn't it? It feels a little empty now.
Sitting for a long time,
Zheng Fan closed his eyes and seemed to be taking a nap.
Outside, Xiao Yibo and others were already waiting outside the temple, and a large group of people were already sitting in the palace, waiting for the prince to come and have a banquet.
But if you ask Xiao Yibo to go in and urge you, he would never dare.
After all, compared to the prince's interest, the crowd of people in the palace is nothing.
My prince has reached his current position, and external likes and dislikes cannot affect him at all.
In the temple, Pixiu who followed him in was a little bored, but due to the quiet atmosphere, he didn't even dare to sniff, so he could only walk slowly in the Luohan Hall with small steps;
When I encountered some Buddha statues with various mounts underneath them, I stopped and looked at them carefully several times, changing angles and directions.
at last,
The old monk Kongyuan lowered his head.
Look at Zheng Fan;
Zheng Fan seemed to understand at this time and opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time.
The old monk Kong Yuan has been completely different since he came back from the snowy field. The old monk before was so carefree that he often said "he had no choice but to do something because of the force of war."
But this is actually like detoxification, the poison is all outside.
After a life and death, no, almost a death, it was as if he had been washed away by a waterfall. There was quite a sense of sight that had washed away all the trouble. He seemed like a different person from before.
The old monk Kong Yuan showed a compassionate smile on his face, and he looked particularly pious under the candlelight of the Buddhist hall at the back where the longevity tablet of King Pingxi was enshrined.
After the two eyes met,
The old monk Kongyuan seemed to know what Prince Pingxi wanted to ask when he came here;
And Prince Pingxi,
It seems that he also knows what the old monk Kong Yuan wants to answer.
The feeling in the dark is so real.
In that case,
Zheng Fan got up from his chair, turned around, and walked out.
Enough sitting, it's time to go back.
He was a little lucky that he had made the decision to build this temple. It was nice to have a place to sit in peace and quiet.
Maybe middle-aged people have similar problems.
Home is a haven, but sometimes you desperately want to escape from it for a short time.
Pixiu sensed his master's intention to leave, and took the initiative to end the competition with Arhat's mount.
He came closer to Zheng Fan.
It has a hot temper and doesn't want to stay in this quiet environment that it dares not to break. It wants to go back to its own shack in the palace and beat as many as it wants on the thick haystacks that exude the sunshine. Get out.
At this moment, the old monk Kongyuan asked:
"Your Majesty, what if the world is still uncertain?"
Zheng Fan stopped walking out, but did not look back, and replied:
"That king is the dark horse."
Dark horse?
horse?
Pixiu felt insulted and looked at his master with a somewhat aggrieved look;
Am I not good enough?You actually miss the horses outside?
And don’t choose white.
Choose black!
Pixiu was a little nervous and a little uneasy;
Its brain is indeed psychic and can understand human speech, but it is not to the extent that it can understand a fighter.
At this time, Zheng Fan continued to walk out.
The old monk Kong Yuan put the broom he had been holding in his hand directly into the well. The well was not deep, and soon he heard the sound of water splashing;
The old monk asked again;
"Your Majesty, what if the world has been decided?"
Zheng Fan did not stop walking,
Still didn't turn around,
Instead, he waved his hand casually,
Road:
"Then flip it."
(End of this chapter)