[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The son of heaven is far away from the golden palace.

All the ministers in Mingtang had different expressions.

Tong Zhang and others carry heavy weapons and are not allowed to face the saint.Then wait outside the hall.

The King of Qin, dressed in silver armor, knelt on the jade brick to listen to the seal.

Zhu Minsheng opened the bright yellow imperial decree in his hand, and his raised voice was a little shrill.

"Together with the king's victory in the northwest, I am very relieved. I will give you 40 pearls and silks and [-] gold. His subordinates, Tong Zhang, Lin Shu, Zhao Ming and others, will be promoted to the third-rank captains, and each will be rewarded with [-] silver. I will be named a first-rank general, and the officials will choose a day to prepare a book of orders."

The King of Qin bowed and said, "I accept the decree, thank you Your Majesty for your kindness."

The Son of Heaven said, "Recovering the fifteen prefectures of Mohe is an immeasurable achievement. General Ning passed away. I am very sad. I have sent people to carry the coffin of General Ning to the mausoleum with white banners. His wife and children will be placed by the court. The emperor mourns."

King Qin said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion."

The beginning of the fourth year of Yongli.

The king of Qin triumphed over Mohe, and the whole country celebrated with joy.

The lights outside the covered bridge are bright, and the fire, trees and silver flowers will not go out all night.

A celebration banquet was held in the palace to comfort the three armies.

Le Ji plucks the orchestra, and the tone is as melodious as an oriole.

Singing rain and clear clouds, the river is full of bright moon.

"Heart in the middle of the night, dream in the middle of the night, sleepy leaning against the window."

The feast is as warm as spring, with golden bottles of wine in front of the table, singing and dancing, and the fragrance of bright red plums, just like a scene of prosperity and peace.

After the banquet, Emperor Xuan secretly summoned Cui Jia in Jingji to face the saint.

Cui Jia has never met the Holy Spirit.

He bowed and followed the court lady, his eyes on his toes, not daring to stray a bit.

At the banquet, the Son of Heaven praised King Qin highly. Everyone thought that His Majesty relied heavily on King Qin, but Cui Jia felt otherwise.

There are many pavilions and pavilions in the palace, and the woman in the palace has a three-inch golden lotus, a lamp in her hand, and the lantern is flickering, and she walks fast.

He led Cui Jia into a side hall, and when he left, he took the carved wooden door with him.

A dim light came on, and Cui Jia knelt down on his knees.

"Gyeonggi Cui Jia greets His Majesty."

The voice of the Son of Heaven came from above.

"What happened in Shiliting today, you can tell me in detail."

Cui Jia answered in the blink of an eye.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I and the officials from the capital city welcomed the soldiers from the Northwest into the capital for resettlement. His Royal Highness King Qin took a nap in the tent, so the minister and the officials from the capital city waited outside the tent for two hours. When your highness came out, he could smell the peach blossom wine brewed in the capital. "

It was due to the presence of the King of Qin, but Cui Jia insisted on making this matter a big deal, and it really caught the attention of the emperor.

He deliberately mentioned this to let the emperor know that King Qin was not resting in the tent, but was drinking and having fun in the tent while all the officials were waiting for him.

Chu Yu has been taught the art of power since he was born, and Cui Jia, who is kneeling under the green brick, knows exactly what is thinking.

Chu Yu knew that King Qin was not the kind of person who deliberately made things difficult for low-ranking officials, but he was suspicious.

Maybe King Qin wasn't in the tent at the time, so where was he?

Chu Yu frowned and waved his hands, "You step back, and today's matter will be taken to the grave."

Cui Jia said, "I obey the order."

After leaving the side hall, the north wind blew, and the cold moon looked like a huge eye. Cui Jia wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, and hurriedly left the palace in a sedan chair.

The merchants who brewed peach blossom wine in the capital were taken to the palace by Jin Yiwei for a secret interrogation that night.

It wasn't until late at night that the news was heard from the shopkeeper of Xinghefang, and many trembling businessmen were escorted out of the palace by Jin Yiwei.

The shopkeeper of Xinghefang said, "Last night, people from Prince Qin's residence came to bring twenty jars of new wine to the workshop."

Jin Yiwei envoy said in a deep voice, "Before this, were there any suspicious people coming in and out?"

The shopkeeper of Xinghefang still remembered the young man who came to the tavern to listen to books and spend a lot of money.

He said anxiously, "There is a man wearing a bamboo hat, eight feet tall, and his voice is about thirty. He never looked at his face clearly, and when he was pouring wine, he saw a minor burn on his neck. This man has been to the tavern twice The first time was a few days ago, and the second time was a few days ago, I heard a book about General Ning Ke bravely saving King Qin before the battle, and rewarded the storyteller with a lot of money."

Jin Yiwei made a report to the emperor.

Eight feet tall, less than thirty years old, with burns on his neck.

People in Beijing are generally shorter than people in the Northwest, and there are very few people in Beijing who are eight feet tall.

Chu Yu knew how the burn on King Qin's neck came about.

It was the Xiaozhou Mountain Fire at that time.

The king of Qin was afraid that he had returned to Beijing a few days ago, but he did not report to the court.

He had already entered Beijing a few days ago, but what are Jin Yiwei's spies doing?

Emperor Xuan was furious, and killed more than [-] Jinyiwei that night, all of them belonged to King Qin, and everyone in Jinyiwei was in danger.

It was already the second day that King Qin received the news.

That night, the Candles in Prince Qin's Mansion were brightly lit, and the ever-burning lights never went out.

Zhao Ming was waiting for him in the main hall.