His Majesty And Ministers

The next day, the army marched northward.

Jing Ye fell into a deep sleep all night, and felt that his spirit seemed to have recovered a lot, so he rejected Ye Mao's proposal to walk slowly, and hurried all the way there.

The army marched eastward from Bixueguan to the Huaihe River that separated the north from the south, crossed the river, and then went straight north to the pre-arranged Yingzhou City.

Jing Ye only tried his best to hurry on the road. When the army was resting, he drank medicine and discussed with the generals about the deployment of troops and food supplies. When marching, he huddled in the car and let Lin Xiaosheng sleep in his arms. .

Although the generals had a grudge against the emperor's ambiguity with the handsome man around him, seeing that he had rulings in everything, and that rewards and punishments were impartial, which was completely different from the little emperor in the rumors, so they stopped thinking about flattery Talking to avoid the disaster of killing one's body, and not following military laws and regulations, gradually becoming cautious and respectful.

Seven days later, the army approached Yingzhou City and entered the city gate.

The common people all went out and lined the road to greet them.

At the gate of the official mansion, the magistrate of Yingzhou City knelt down with his subordinate Wu Ya.

This Zhizhou surnamed Xing was a clean and honest official, remembering what had been said in the rumors, he couldn't help but hang his head tremblingly and said: "This official's house is simple, I'm afraid I offend the saint, I hope... I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Jing Ye said: "It's okay, get up." As they entered the mansion, everyone hurriedly forked a way, and Zhizhou Xing led the way, leading Jing Ye and his party into the prepared residence in the mansion.

Then he cleaned his face and changed his clothes, Jing Ye had no heart to hold on, and soon felt tired, and took a rest after drinking two sips of tea.

After the army entered the city, they each set up camp outside the city, ready to fight.

Feng Ling and a few clerks accompanying the army stayed in the post house in the city, and when they heard the commotion outside, they couldn't help but look outside, and said to each other: "Now that the saint is here in person, at last a big stone in my heart has fallen to the ground. "

One had already opened the door and went out to look. Feng Ling raised her head and saw the joyful people outside the door, her expression changed, and she lowered her head again.

Scholars like to be quiet, so after discussing for a while, they went back to write documents.When Feng Ling wrote a certain place, she remembered that she didn't remember it very well, so she called the servant to get a picture.

After shouting three or four times, there was no response. A colleague laughed and said: "But use a map? I have it here. Those few mud monkeys are like those mud monkeys. They forget everything after watching the excitement."

Feng Ling thanked her for picking it up, and after a while, the commotion faded away, and the people on the street all went back to their houses and walked.

But the servant still didn't come back, after about a stick of incense, the back door was pushed open, and a handsome and clever young man came in, it was the soldier who talked to Feng Ling a few days ago.

He used to be a fireworks soldier in the barracks, his name was Bayuan, he was not good at wielding a spear and a stick, but he had read books and could learn how to read and write, so he followed Feng Ling.

Fengling finished writing and stopped writing, rolled up the document and put it in the box, got up and walked to the back of the house, asking him what the situation in the street was like, Ba Yuan hurriedly followed behind him, and answered honestly.

"The little one squeezed around in the crowd and couldn't see anything. Later, someone pushed and almost fell to the feet of the first few guards. When he looked up, he saw the wheels of the wheel, and the wheels were inlaid with jade. Be good, little one. It's so big, I've never seen it before."

Feng Ling was amused by what he said, so she thought of Jing Ye instead.

How is your body?At that time in the palace, it was common for him to take medicine. After traveling such a long distance, he was afraid that he would get sick from exhaustion, and even if he was not sick, he might be too thin...

He came out to join the army to escape, but it's a pity that Jing Ye is all he thinks about day and night. At this moment, his sweetheart is only a few miles away from him, and he wants to see him in person more and more to relieve his worries.

When they arrived in the dormitory, Ba Yuan took the official uniform and came over, Feng Ling asked in a daze, "What is this for?"

Ba Yuandao: "My lord, have you forgotten? All Beijing officials of the fourth rank and above in the city will go to the residence of the Holy One to have an audience at night."

These words were like giving a pillow when sleepy, Feng Ling stood up abruptly, walked back and forth by the bed for a few steps and then sat down, clutching the cuffs tightly.

Just take a look, just take a look.

Just like that, I didn't know what it was like to stay until night fell. Feng Ling and two colleagues who were also officials in the capital got into the carriage, went to the gate of the mansion, passed through heavy guards, and arrived at the meeting hall.

After entering the hall, the candles were brightly lit, and all the officers and officers saluted together: "See Your Majesty."

From the seat came the clear and gentle voice of the young emperor: "All honorable beings, please give me your seat."

Feng Ling followed the crowd to get up, looked up, and saw Jing Ye, who was indeed much thinner, although his expression was dignified and serious, he still couldn't hide his tiredness.

Jing Ye's eyes swept across the group of officials, and he met him with surprise in his eyes. When he moved his fingers, Lin Xiaosheng who was sitting on the side grabbed them.

Feng Ling lowered her head and sat down with everyone.

After the discussion, he followed his colleagues out of the mansion, and couldn't help but look back, only to see two soft gauze lanterns in front of the mansion gate, shining with light, extremely lonely.

The colleague said: "What's wrong with you? I was out of my mind all night. Fortunately, I never lost my manners in front of His Majesty."

Feng Ling shook her head, and the two of them were about to step up when someone shouted from behind: "My lord, wait a minute!"

Both of them turned their heads back, but it was a boy who looked like a servant, with a palace badge on his waist, he bowed and said with a smile: "Master Feng, Your Majesty invites you to come back to the hall, we have something to discuss."

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat, she bid farewell to her colleagues, followed the young man back into the mansion, to the meeting hall.

All the attendants in the hall were sent away, leaving only Jing Ye alone, with his back to the door quietly.

Fengling walked to the threshold, paused, lifted her robe and saluted: "Chen Fengling greets Your Majesty."

Jing Ye turned around and said, "What are you doing kneeling, get up."

Feng Ling stood up, and he said again: "Qing can't talk to me outside the door, so come in."

Feng Ling entered the door, looked closer, Jing Ye's face became paler, he couldn't help but hesitate to speak.

Jing Ye took a step forward and saw that although he had a dusty look, his eyes were still bright, and he didn't have any inconvenience in moving, so he felt relieved and said with a slight smile, "Why did you come here? I heard Ye Mao tell you about the relationship between you and Yang before the expedition. The daughter of my family is engaged to get married... You are such an unarmed scholar, you shouldn't leave your fiancée here."

Feng Ling wanted to explain that she had no engagement with Miss Yang's family, but when she explained it, she made her heart clear, thinking of the resolution she had made before, she fell silent.

Jing Ye just wanted to check on his safety, seeing that everything was fine with him, so he had nothing to say, and waved his hand: "It's all right, Qing, go back."

Feng Ling slowly retreated to the door, Ye Mao was guarding outside, when he saw this, he came up, bent towards Feng Ling, and went in to serve her.

The attendant stepped forward and closed the hall door, cutting off the lights in the hall. A gust of night wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and the sound of footsteps gradually going away could be heard.

The courtyard is not too big, but if it is used for martial arts, it is not too restrictive.

The young man was still dressed in red brocade, with green malachite strung on his forehead, his brows and eyes were unruly, as bright as clouds.

He held a big knife in his hand and shook it casually. The copper ring on the big knife kept tapping, and the sound was clear and crisp.

He was sitting a few zhang away, the black-clothed guard stood panting for a while, raised his sword and rushed forward again, stabbing straight in the chest, although the move was simple, but after thousands of times of practice and correction, it can be described as fast and ruthless, not for ordinary martial arts practitioners Can and.

But the young man didn't care, he crossed the knife, and then turned his wrist, directly forcing the person back.It seemed like he had this block, but he didn't know how much strength he had accumulated in it, and he forced the black-clothed guard to the ground, his wrist trembled, and he couldn't hold the sword handle steadily.

The guards standing next to him were awe-inspiring, and when Lu Baizang had nothing to do in the palace, he would use his fingers as blades to compete with them. The Lu family's martial arts emphasizes the combination of hardness and softness. Hurt.

The young man in front of him struck hard, with a fierce aura.

The young man sneered and said, "Is this what your people are capable of?"

The black-clothed guard gritted his teeth, and was about to get up when he heard the courtyard door being pushed open, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee with all the guards.

Jing Ye glanced around the courtyard, it was very good, three of the four carp tanks were broken, and some fish were still twitching on the bluestone board, and the servant girls were so frightened that they hid behind the crack of the door, crying when they saw His Majesty coming. Wang Wang came out and knelt down, as well as the black-clothed guards kneeling on both sides, all of them looked like they had opened a rouge shop, with red spots and blue spots, and some with nosebleeds.

Jing Ye said: "City Master Le, I asked them to entertain you, but that's not how they treat you."

Le Zhenghuan slapped the knife: "What did you call me!"

Ye Mao was already trembling in fright and hid behind Jing Ye. Hearing this, he stuck out his head and said, "Bold! Unexpectedly unexpectedly..."

He was going to shout "How dare you be rude to Your Majesty", but unexpectedly seeing the dangling knife in Le Zhenghuan's hand pointing at him, he shrank his head in fright and called out "ahh".

Jing Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to say: "You have destroyed this place, where will I live?"

Le Zhenghuan was originally angry that he called himself so unfamiliar, but he heard this man talking to him softly, deep and pleasant, so he put the knife behind his back, restrained his hostility, and said: "Isn't it because I didn't hit him?" Well……"

The guards in black: "..."

All the maidservants: "..."