Brocade without a knife

The winter in Yanjing this year is colder and drier than in previous years. The north wind scrapes people's faces like slices of knives, and the dense snowflakes are caught in the roaring cold wind and drilled into the neck, causing pain to the bones.

But Yuanzheng is approaching, even on such a snowy day, Yanjing, which is dressed in layers of plain clothes, is full of lights and festoons, it is very lively, and shouts resound in the eastern and western cities, and even the poorest down-and-out households have to rush to the city at this time The street called for a few taels of fat and thin pork, and then cut a thin pig's ear from the side of the counter, hooked a small basket of cabbage, and waited for the night of the New Year's Eve to be a pot of fragrant stew.

He Sida only had one table of stew like this in his memory, and that was the first year he was picked up by his godfather, and his godfather was in the palace to accompany the late emperor and all the nobles in the palace to celebrate the new year.He was alone in the small courtyard staring at the male three flower. The courtyard was deserted, with lights and no one there, and no sparks could be seen from the pot.

His godfather was busy fighting with the officials of the six ministries at the wine table, and had no time to think about the cheap son he picked up at random.

He and Si have been wandering outside for many years, and they don't care much about such a family reunion day. At most, they meet one or two kind-hearted rich people in this night who can beg for a New Year's Eve dinner with meat and vegetables.However, at this moment, listening to the crackling sound of firecrackers outside, he forcibly hugged the unyielding Sanhua cat, pinched the cat's balls, and suddenly felt a sense of loss that he had never felt before.

Maybe it's because he was used to wandering around in no fixed place in the past, and he didn't have the concept of home; now he suddenly has a place to shelter from the wind and rain, protected by four walls, and smells the food floating out of every household in the alley Xiang and Si walked around the wall with the cat in their arms, and thought cheaply that it would be better to go out to beg for food, at least they could see two smiling faces, and say a few words of auspiciousness that seemed to be very knowledgeable. If you speak, you can be praised by others.

This is the big entertainment that has been enjoyed for more than four years.

This year, when he had a "father" and a house, he suddenly lost interest.

After all, someone still remembers him, and the four godfathers. The four guardians Zhao Jingzhong is a mother-in-law who is used to messing with old mothers. His master forgot him, but he didn't forget that his supervisor picked up a cat and a dog Like a godson.

On New Year's Eve, Wang Zhaocai and the others were on duty, and they were in the palace, so Zhao Jingzhong and Li Baoguo came to comfort the helpless young master with large bags of food and wine.

Zhao Jingzhong said to Li Baoguo, "How pitiful, this big New Year's day is just a child as big as a slap", and pushed the door in, but saw the "weak, pitiful and helpless" child with his hands on his hips, Staring at the wall like a little rooster with fried hair, rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb up: "My god, you are a fairy! How dare you throw a stone at me! Mother Qianlin!"

Zhao Jingzhong: "..."

Li Baoguo was like a normal person, as if he didn't hear or see anything, he carried the food and wine into the kitchen.

On the other hand, Zhao Jingzhong worriedly tore the half-grown boy off half of the wall, pressed his shoulders and said to him very seriously: "Children are not allowed to swear!"

He Sizheng was full of displeasure when he was hit by falling from the sky. He was about to get angry and turn back when he took a closer look at the most vicious strong man next to his cheap "godfather". His mouth moved, he swallowed and said nothing, obediently Zhao Jingzhong dragged him to a New Year's Eve dinner.

He didn't take two steps, and there was a sound, Zhao Jingzhong grabbed his head back quickly without turning back, a trace of murderous look overflowed from his originally simple and honest face, he opened his palm to take a look - half a steamed bun? ? ?

He Si and Zhao Jingzhong were stunned, and He Si glanced at the dark wall, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the hot white steamed bun, so he touched it from Zhao Jingzhong's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Really fragrant!

That was the most delicious steamed bun that He Si had ever eaten in his memory. Maybe it was because he had been hungry for too long, or maybe it was the first time he experienced the feeling of "pie falling from the sky".

Now He Si Bu Shuo, as the admiral of the East Factory, even though he has been traveling with his godfather in and out of the palace for so many years, he has eaten countless delicacies from mountains and seas, but he still can't forget that solid grain steamed bun.

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He Si closed his eyes and sat in the carriage that was moving forward, slowly picking up tourmaline beads, smelling the sweet scent from the distant market, and smacking his mouth, as if he was still tasting the half-dry and half-astringent taste. The taste of miscellaneous grains.It's a pity that he couldn't wait for a moment to reflect on it, and the tinkling sound of the wind lamp hanging on the carriage brought him back to reality quickly.

The astringent and sweet aroma dissipated, leaving only the cold air coming in from the crack.

Outside the car is the sound of uniform horseshoes, and the snow that has almost reached the ankles creaks after stepping on it. This avenue is the widest main avenue in Yanjing, and it is usually full of people coming and going.

But now there was no sound, and there was no extra figure, only this group walked slowly and solemnly, leaving a few lines of footprints that went straight forward.

During the tour of Dongchang, people and ghosts avoided.

No one dared to touch the misfortune of these killing gods, even on this New Year's Eve, no one would appear in the sight of the Dongchang Fanzi, and no one wanted to change the New Year's Eve into a memorial day.

The guard of honor marched very quickly, and soon reached the Tianhe Gate under the city wall, and beyond the century-old city gate was King Yun's car.

Today, the four guardians all came to the battle. Wang Zhaocai and Qian Jinbao led the hidden guards to hide around the guard of honor, adapting to the situation.

Zhao Jingzhong and Li Baoguo, who often show up, are the two generals on the left and right, guarding and four carriages. Although they are dressed in normal clothes, they are more intimidating than the black-clothed and black-booted Dongchang entourage.

According to the report, King Yun's carriage should have arrived at the city gate a moment ago, but the vassal did not dare to enter the city without the emperor's decree, so he has been waiting outside the city gate.

He Si pinched the time, not to mention a moment late, and did not get out of the car when he reached the city gate, but took out a bag of crispy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes leisurely, and slowly broke them up to eat.

A hundred or so people in the guard of honor stood silently in the middle of the official road amidst heavy snowfall, each with expressionless faces, as if they were statues made of clay and iron, and there was no sign of opening the door to welcome people.

He Si ate cakes in a leisurely manner. The general who guarded the city and the governor of Yingtian Mansion had already run back and forth several times. Even the Minister of Rites was alarmed. The frame close to Hesi was separated by Zhao Jingzhong's cold sword three feet away.

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites had no choice but to stand ten feet away tremblingly, and asked for instructions with a bitter face: "He Changgong, this prince's car has been here for a long time, why can't it drive..."

"Wait." He Siyin's soft and low voice came through the heavy curtains.

The thickly dressed Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites only felt a chill on the back of his neck, like a poisonous snake burrowing into his clothes around his neck. He shuddered vigorously and dared not say a word, and stood there aggrieved. aside.

He Si finished eating half a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps and was a little tired, so he threw it aside, scooped up a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but just as he touched the edge of the porcelain, his eyes suddenly darkened and his wrist flicked.

Half a cup of hot tea was spilled on his hands, his skin was reddened, He Sisi gasped for air-conditioning, he supported his head vigorously, and his blurred vision gradually became clear again.This situation seemed familiar, and Hesi looked at the back of his red hand in wonder, and tried to take a sip of the half cup of tea, but there was no taste.

Yes, there is no tea flavor, only the blandness of white water.

He Si licked the tea on his lips in confusion, and took another sip, but this time he tasted a touch of bitterness and aroma.

Strange, He sat there with his sleeves rolled up, wondering if he should see an imperial doctor.

Before I figured out why, the sound of horseshoes shaking the surrounding fields swept from far and near like a tide, shaking the wind lamp on the carriage.

The originally quiet guard of honor suddenly changed its formation, connecting end to end, guarding Hesi's carriage in the middle, and all the Dongchang followers unanimously showed their weapons, and the fierce murderous aura broke through the wind and snow in an instant, making people frightened!

Shy with a big belly, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites took a deep breath of cold air in shock, almost choking himself.

There were not many civil servants present, and the Minister of Rites, with mung bean-sized eyes, searched around in a hurry, and then found out in despair that he was the biggest official!

Oh no, the one with the highest official status is currently sitting in the carriage as steadily as Mount Tai, hugging the stove and drinking hot tea.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites received help-seeking looks from his colleagues who were also panicked, so he gritted his teeth and stepped forward tremblingly: "Admiral, admiral, this is..."

What kind of situation is this? He Si doesn't even know what's going on!Is it because King Yun rebelled with confidence, or was it that his own little prince was split open by lightning and did something that generations of emperors of Dayan dared not do-cutting the vassal?

"Jing Zhong." He Siyou called out, "Who is here?"

Zhao Jingzhong saw the familiar flags and soldiers and horses in the distance, his face was gloomy, and he was always on guard with his fingers on the scabbard, and he replied: "Master Hui, they are the troops of Fusi in Beizhen."

"Jin Yiwei?" Hesi read these three characters intriguingly, turned the tourmaline string in his hand, and smiled inscrutablely, "Forget about many people, they are the first to be the first birds."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites felt his heart skip a beat when he heard that, he thought today was simply to welcome King Yun into the palace and have a reunion dinner with the little emperors and queens.King Yun is the most honest and kind among the vassal kings. In his opinion, this is the cheapest and easiest job. I can deal with it today. When King Ning and King Jing come tomorrow, they can change people to deal with it. .

As a result, as a result, never expected that King Yun would actually provoke the evil spirits in Dongchang? ? ?

Now that even Jin Yiwei is involved, the Minister of Rites is ashamed to think, should he write the last words to the dozen or so aunts in the family and divide the property?

Jin Yiwei's momentum was like thunder, and the horse's hoofs fell and splashed countless pieces of snow, which landed on the gorgeous flying fish suits one after another.

He Si picked up a thin line of slits with one finger and saw that the people who came in the flying fish suit and the embroidered spring knife were all people with high official positions in Jinyiwei, and they seemed to be prepared to find trouble.

In the blink of an eye, a group of riders galloped to the gate of the city. Qiqi reined in their horses, facing Dongchang on the left and right.

Yu Lian, the eunuch of Bingbi, was also in the procession of honor today. At this time, more and more people rode out, and asked coldly, "Who is here?! How dare you make a noise here!"

The leader was of course Yue Zhong, the acting commander near Jin Yiwei. He was not wearing a strong attire, but was also dressed in court attire. Enter the capital!" Before he could finish his sentence, a rider presented a rolled up scroll, which was obviously the Queen Mother's decree he was talking about.

Yu Lian frowned, and sneered: "That's strange, we also came here to welcome King Yun under the emperor's order. Could there be two ways in this order?! Or is it true or false?"

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere suddenly became like a taut bowstring, ready to explode.

Yue Zhong didn't rush, just smiled, stared at the carriage that had not moved since just now, and asked loudly: "Since Dongchang was ordered to welcome King Yun, why didn't he open the city gate for so long and deliberately put Tangtang in front of him?" The Prince stopped outside the capital?! The Empress Dowager ordered me to come here because she had been waiting for King Yun for a long time. I dare to ask the admiral, who instructed your factory to do this?!"

Yu Lian's complexion sank, and he was about to go back sarcastically, but He Siping's voice came from the carriage: "Master Yue is joking, our Dongchang is naturally following the emperor's order, your Majesty said when the city gate will open, this city gate When will it open. If Deputy Commander Yue doesn't believe it, why not go back and ask His Majesty for instructions in person?"

His voice was not rough and deep like ordinary men, but soft and gentle, with an unconsciously convincing power.

Yue Zhong was stunned by his rhetorical question, and when he heard the intentionally emphasized "deputy commander", his expression changed, becoming indescribably ugly.

He hasn't figured out the words to deal with this eunuch who is neither male nor female.

He Siji spoke calmly: "The time has come, and it's time to welcome His Royal Highness King Yun to the capital, open the city gate."

Yu Lian received the instruction, without looking at Jin Yiwei, she raised her voice to the guards and shouted, "Open the city gate!"

Yue Zhong was in a trance and lost the opportunity for a moment, and when he realized it, a bright and lustrous figure had slowly stepped down from the carriage.

The violent wind and snow raged towards everyone from the gradually opened city gate, making everyone's clothes and hair messed up.I saw that man's black eyebrows and eyes stained with bits of snow, making his lips more red. Although the python robe was messed up by the wind and snow, he still had a dignified manner, standing quietly at the century-old majestic city gate of Dayan Underneath, in the wind and snow, he calmly faced the oncoming chariots and horses.

Lu Zhengming stood among the Jinyiwei, watching that figure from a distance, and suddenly an inexplicable word popped up in his heart—the gatekeeper's stone.

The gatekeeper stone of this centuries-old empire.

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The chariots and horses that had been waiting for a long time in the snowstorm entered the gate of the city with difficulty covered with snow and ice. The chariots of the vassal princes who were originally very imposing were now walking slowly and listlessly like the withered flowers and grass that had been broken by the wind and snow. .

Yue Zhong came back to his senses, his spirit lifted, he immediately got off his horse, and led the Jin Yiwei to meet him: "Xiaguan Yue Zhong..."

"His Royal Highness King Yun came from a long way, and you have worked hard all the way," He Si Leng interrupted him with a loud voice, he still stood still, but made everyone's eyes involuntarily focus on him, including the young man that King Yun had just brought out.

The young man's complexion was yellow and his figure was thin. Although he was dressed in brocade clothes, he couldn't support his wealth. He looked pitifully thin, sick and listless.

Hearing He Si's voice, he raised his head unconsciously, and then froze there.

He Si also looked up at him slightly, showing a kind smile: "This is His Royal Highness who was exiled by the late Emperor in the Jin Kingdom." He was like a compassionate Bodhisattva, "Your Highness, you have suffered."

Hmph, a little bastard hasn't settled yet, yet another one is sent?He Si sighed in his heart, young life, the first emperor passed away, and his brothers rushed to paint his head with green paint, to have such a big son out of thin air.

The faces of King Yun and the young man turned pale immediately.

Lu Zhengming looked at this scene with great interest, and suddenly his eyes met someone's touch, his eyes froze slightly, lowered his eyelids calmly, and avoided it.

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