I want to be a good minister

Chapter 412
When the guard stepped back, he immediately regretted it, didn't he go to report the meal?Now is it brought in or not?
The cook waiting outside the carriage looked hopefully at the guard who had just reported and then retreated, and left here immediately after the task was completed.

The guard looked embarrassed, and glanced at the two-meter-high carriage that looked like a small house. The carriage was made of red sandalwood over 300 years old, and the body was as hard as iron. Sixteen horses were needed to drive it. Moreover, there are three such carriages in total, and they are exactly the same in appearance, there is no difference. When the procession starts to march, no one knows which carriage Your Majesty will be in.

It was getting dark at this moment, and according to the past, it would take another half an hour to rest, but today they suddenly set up camp early, and five or six groups of people had already gone out after setting up camp.

As the most trusted team of the King of Dajing, the team on this trip also has strict ranks and classes. The cavalry at the front is the people of Zongxuan. On the battlefield, they are all warriors with one enemy against a hundred, and they are called red-clothed soldiers. The army, the infantry at the rear, although they seem to be the most inconspicuous in the whole team, they are all people trained by Zong Xuan himself. From so many people, they followed the cavalry, carrying the flag in their hands, all the way from Dajing to Hou Zhao, still able to be the same as the cavalry in front, without showing any fatigue, it can be seen that these people are obviously different from ordinary people, this group of people is called the Hidden Cloak Team.

And behind the carriage, there was a sound of black clothes and black trousers, with a serious expression, even resting, they surrounded the entire carriage, taking on the most intimate security task, they were the guards of Weizhong Palace, but not Zongli's people, but It is the royal guard that can only be run by a saint.

As soon as the guards looked down, with the three layers of iron-like maintenance, not to mention any assassination, even if they encountered an army, they would instantly become an army and fight in all directions.

But apart from these three levels, there are even more obscure ones. How many people there are and what they look like? The authoritative people of the king have already been decapitated. This group of people is called blazing people. The black clothes and hats of the same color cover all the light, and only two black hole-like double holes are exposed, exuding the breath of death. It's frightening.

"Kacha——" The wooden door of the carriage opened slightly, followed by an old man who was over half a century old and walked out with his waist bowed carefully. Inside the sand hat, his face was ruddy, revealing a peaceful face.

The guard who had just pushed away immediately stepped forward respectfully, towards the old man, talking about the old man, it was because the old man was indeed an old man, but his face was rosy, and he did not look old at all.

"Little bastard, you can't be lazy, and the meals haven't been delivered yet—" the old man said, with a smile in his eyes, but the guards didn't dare to neglect, and immediately took the prepared meals from the cook and handed them over, respectfully serving them. superior.

"Grandpa, please slow down—" The guard did not forget to take two steps carefully, let the old man get into the carriage, and then stepped back respectfully.

Why did I forget that if I want to get close to Junshang, apart from these four levels, there is also this old man who looks harmless to humans and animals. Everyone calls him Grandpa, but as a royal guard inherited from generation to generation, his father has already called this old man Grandpa , His grandfather is also, so no one knows how old this old man is and whether he knows martial arts, because he has never had a chance, or in other words, all of them alive have never seen the old man do it.

Two days later, all the news about the Houzhao Kingdom in the western realm did not go through the channel of the guards, but Zong Chi's people directly reported it to the king, and in just a few months, the changes in the Houzhao Kingdom have been earth-shaking, perhaps In the eyes of outsiders, these are just seemingly absurd and trivial things, but they are all presented in front of the current highest ruler of Dajing Kingdom, but they can see the absurd behavior of each of them. It seems to have some deep meaning.

The silhouette sitting in the carriage, the clean and exquisite paper in his hand, densely packed with beautiful fonts, recorded everything in detail, and that same exquisite and flawless finger slowly slid across the paper with the fragrance of Phalaenopsis orchid.

"Damage, water conservancy, soul eater..." The man whispered the words that passed through his mind one by one, as if he understood that Zong Chi would encourage him to come to Houzhao Country.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to attract my attention—" The man smiled slightly. Under the face with the veil lightly closed, even if that chuckle didn't extend his face in any way, the corners of the lips of those who heard it would unconsciously twitch. Tilt up, wanting to be contaminated with this joyful atmosphere together.

"Cen Jing?" Then, a name came out of the man's mouth.

"Your Majesty, this man is selected by the National Teacher to assist the Lord of the Houzhao Kingdom. He was originally a literati student at Sitian College. He knows how to measure astronomy and astrology." Only then will you find that there are still people in the carriage with insufficient light. There was a man who knelt on the ground respectfully, he could not even breathe, and his black clothes blended into the darkness.

"Are you from Beichang country again? And it's just a matter of wind and cloud?" The man raised his eyebrows, the roots of his eyebrows were delicate and clear, and he suddenly became more interested in this young man named Cen Jing.

"Yes, this man is very talented. It seems that Lord Chengyang has been competing with the Lord of Houzhao Kingdom." The guard said immediately, but these were not written because their master would rather believe the rumors about Lord Chengyang.

"Go out—" the man said, and the guard quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At the gate of Fudu City, the guards guarding the gate are used to seeing the ministers waiting at the gate these days. In the past, these high-ranking ministers, which one was not high above, sat in the sedan chair, and never even opened the curtain of the sedan chair.

But now, not to mention meeting one, it is possible to meet all the courtiers, big and small, in the court all day long. As soon as the ministers ordered to leave in the morning, the prime minister waited at the gate of the city with a few officials in the afternoon.

"Prime Minister Li, don't worry, maybe the lord will be back tomorrow—" the officials at the side comforted in a low voice.

"I'm not in a hurry. The lord of the country is for the sake of the common people. Presumably the king is here, so he can understand." Prime Minister Li glanced at the white-eyed sky, speaking with confidence and without pressure.

"That's, that's—" Xiaoguan nodded immediately, also without any pressure. Naturally, no one knew that the king was rushing after Mr. Cen, even if he knew, it was just an appearance.

Prime Minister Li looked up at the sky, and fisted tightly with both hands. At this moment, what could make him feel happy when he punched out the anger in his heart.

What's wrong, I have to learn from Lord Chengyang, why didn't he see that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, why didn't he see that his lord really had that idea, and he actually took it seriously,

"The lord, the lord, the lord is back—" At this moment, two galloping carriages quickly entered the city gate, and everyone was overjoyed when they heard the words, and rushed over immediately.

(End of this chapter)