Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 49: Outside the Meridian Gate, Prince Beijing is suppressed again
The officials of Daqian are not idle.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor's level of diligence varied.

Most of the time it happens once every three days, or once every five days.

In the early days of Daqian, Taizu changed the system to one court per day.

Civil officials above the fifth rank and some military officers in the capital must come here every day.

Emperor Shunde had specially issued an edict for today's court meeting, requiring not only civil and military officials but also nobles in the capital to attend.

At the beginning of the Yin hour, Jia Cong dressed and washed with the help of Yuanyang.

A super-class marquis, wearing a purple robe.

Purple is a noble color, and it is embroidered with the pattern of the auspicious beast Kylin.

Jia Cong, the Purple-Robed Marquis, was even allowed to have dragon patterns embroidered on his cuffs.

To show status.

When worn, it exudes an air of nobility, and combined with Jia Cong's own demeanor, a sense of majesty arises spontaneously.

"Okay, Sister Yuanyang, if you keep doing this, you really won't be able to make it to the morning court."

I saw Yuanyang carefully searching for the non-existent wrinkles on the robe for who knows how many times.

Jia Cong said with a smile.

"In the past, people said that Feng Tang was easy to grow old, but Li Guang was hard to be promoted."

"I was made a marquis at the age of nine. This is my first time attending court. I have to let them see how majestic I am."

Yuanyang is also educated, much better than the girls from poor families.

There was a hint of intoxication in his eyes.

He finally adjusted his cuffs before stepping back.

It was not until halfway through the Yin hour that Jia Cong rode the tiger demon Dabai out to meet Jia Zheng.

……

outside the Meridian Gate

It was the end of the Yin hour and it was still dark.

The civil and military ministers, nobles and generals who were going to attend the court meeting were already waiting here.

They were divided into small groups according to factions.

"How ridiculous! It's fine that Jia Cong was given a title at a young age, but he actually did it to the prince. Where are the laws of the country?"

"The Beijing Prince's Mansion has been loyal for generations, how can it be bullied by a child like this!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will report this to the Rongguo Mansion no matter what during the court session!"

"Mencius said: Riches and poverty cannot change him, might and force cannot bend him; this is what a real man is!"

"Others are afraid of him practicing divine sword cultivation, but I am not."

"Everything is ultimately subject to reason. I don't believe there is no place in this world where reason prevails!"

"Brother Yunchuan said it well, it's a true spirit, I admire you!"

"Today, let's report to the Rongguo Mansion together. I don't believe that there is no law in Daqian!"

"Brother Yunchuan, brother Ziyu, we are together!"

Today, the people surrounding Prince Beijing Shui Rong are not the founding lineages of the Eight Dukes and Twelve Marquises of the past.

Instead, they were replaced by a group of more than 20 civil servants.

Even though these people are wearing green official robes, their highest rank is only fourth grade.

However, they came from the Six Ministries and Five Temples, all of which were powerful departments, and some of them were even Hanlin scholars.

If you investigate the background of these people, you will find out.

These people all came from aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River and had close ties with the Bailu Academy.

The power of so many people gathered together, plus the factions behind them.

Even the cabinet should take it seriously.

The increasingly heated discussions attracted the attention of others.

"Are these people in Jiangnan crazy? They are still getting involved with Prince Beijing's Palace at this time."

"Do you still think it's the time when 'the king and Ma shared the world'?"

"You can't say that. Jiangnan has a flourishing literary style, and every dynasty has produced many literati."

"The Bailu Academy has been standing for so many years and has a close relationship with Yansheng Public School. Every generation has produced three or five great scholars. The accumulation of these years..."

"If one hair is pulled, the whole body will be moved. Even the present dare not move lightly."

"Plus the hidden background of Prince Beijing's Mansion."

"Although Purple-Robed Marquis is extremely talented, he is still young after all."

"I'm afraid the Jia family is in trouble now."

"Stop talking, the Purple-Robed Marquis is here!"

Everyone was talking when someone whispered.

Everyone's eyes turned outside.

Jia Cong and Jia Zheng came together.

It is inconvenient to carry a sword into the palace, so the Light-Splitting Sword has been temporarily stored in the space of the Shinto Seal.

Instead of a piece of mutton-fat jade that the Yuanyangs had carefully selected last night, the waist was replaced by a piece of mutton-fat jade. Wearing a purple robe, anyone who saw it would subconsciously flash a word in their mind.

Extraordinary demeanor.

"It all depends on how Purple Robe Marquis responds today."

Someone among the ministers whispered.

Jia Cong had a calm expression and glanced indifferently at the ministers.

Finally, it fell on Prince Beijing Shui Rong.

It is said that if you gain something, you must lose something.

At this moment, Shui Rong's eyes were spitting fire and he was looking at Jia Cong with hatred.

The method of death substitution that Shui Rong used in Xishan that day came from the evil shamanism of the Jurchen tribe outside the Liaodong Pass.

Not to mention that it takes a massive amount of cultivation resources and a blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people to refine a substitute puppet.

Each use will consume ten years of life.

The cost is extremely serious.

Compared to the last time we met, Shui Rong is now 25 years old.

At this moment, his face looked much more weathered, and the ends of his hair were stained with gray.

Even if you say you are thirty years old, there are people who believe it.

Jia Cong stopped.

"Shui Rong, did I ever say that I would kill you every time I see you?"

"See how many lives you have to die for!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Cong raised his right hand.

The Shinto seal appeared, and thousands of divine lights burst into life.

Bright and dazzling, like a huge sun!
Twenty divine powers were infused into it.

"Jia Cong, how dare you!"

"Outside the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace, you actually..."

Shui Rong immediately had a bad premonition, his eyes were about to burst, and he roared in grief and anger.

But it was too late.

The words haven't been finished yet.

The Shinto seal fell with a loud bang.

There was a crisp "bang" sound.

A large flat hole appeared on the floor tiles outside the Meridian Gate.

Wait until the seal returns to Jia Cong.

There was only a blurry mass of flesh and blood left in the pit.

"Why should I be afraid? The most I can do is to be stripped of my title."

Jia Cong whispered softly.

……

"This……"

"Marquis Zi Yi actually..."

"As soon as there was a disagreement, he attacked directly. No, there was not even any communication."

"Such a strong murderous intent."

"I'm afraid Shui Rong won't even dare to leave Prince Beijing's mansion in the future."

Seeing this scene, all the civil and military officials in the court were shocked.

On one side is a hidden alliance between two huge forces with hundreds of years of history.

On one side is a newly promoted sword cultivator who has easily suppressed two martial arts masters, and his combat power is unquestionable.

It’s just that most people subconsciously don’t think highly of Jia Cong.

There is no other reason, the Prince Beijing’s Palace is fine.

It has become a thorn in the side of the royal family, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is only a matter of time before it collapses.

Only the power of the Jiangnan gentry was too strong, and they relied on Confucianism to make friends with the Yansheng Palace.

It has become powerful enough to shake the country's foundation.

In the final analysis, no one would look favorably upon Jia Cong.

By the time the news of the death of Sun Ren, the young literary leader of Jiangnan, reached Jiangnan, Jia Cong's death was not far away.

No matter how powerful a sword cultivator is, can he compare to the foundation of generations of great scholars in Bailu Academy?
Even if every great scholar left behind a few powerful literary and artistic treasures before his death.

Just by smashing it, a sword cultivator could be killed.

Today, Jia Cong was able to escape unscathed despite the impeachment of these people, which was considered an amazing move.

But no one expected that the situation would be broken.

It can be so rough!

(End of this chapter)