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Hundreds of officials of cultural relics took orders one after another.

Yesterday, the time limit for the Dugu family and the little emperor to guard the spirit of the late emperor passed, and they could leave the capital.

In the early morning court.

The morning light slanted in from outside the door, spreading over the feet of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu in official uniforms of the Ministry of Rites, Li Mingyi in python robes, Zhang Huizhi and other civil and military officials.

Sitting upright at the highest point, behind the bead curtain, the veiled widow in white clothes announced today's departure.

She slowly issued a series of imperial edicts to arrange the deployment.

In the silent hall, Dugu Chanyi's voice echoed as crisply as a yellow warbler...

After the morning court, everyone was busy preparing for the whole morning.

At the end of the afternoon, a huge team of no less than tens of thousands of people gathered at the city gate.

There are heavily armed imperial soldiers and horses.

There is a grand and solemn imperial palace where the empress dowager travels.

There are also a large number of officials' carriages...

The team is magnificent and set off with mighty strength.

In the rear, people from the capital who followed spontaneously followed to participate in the upcoming grand event of Yueshan...

……

"So, were you waiting for me hungry at the gate tower that day?"

"Ah."

"Didn't I say that if you are hungry, you can go and eat something by yourself, and go back home first."

"I don't want it. If you came out just after I left, I would do that."

"Silly girl."

"whee."

"..."

On a sunny day, a huge team stretching for dozens of miles was walking on the official road at the moment.

Looking down from a high altitude, this unprecedentedly large-scale team is winding, and around the shafts of each car, there are densely packed human heads...

Zhao Rong was smiling on the front at this time, and Xiao Qian'er was behind him.

The two rode on horses, speeding up the horses slightly, passing the crowd along the way, and rushed to a magnificent and solemn emperor's palace in the middle of the team not far ahead.

Right now, everyone has been rushing for a day and a night, and they will arrive at Jiyue Mountain soon.

But Zhao Rong was not in a hurry.

Because according to the arrangement, there are already teams rushing to Jiyue Mountain to set up in advance, and when Zhao Rong and the others arrive, those can be almost just deployed.

When Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu arrived at Jiyue Mountain, they could directly start the Zen ceremony.

"The team that went first should have arrived, and we should be able to arrive at this time tomorrow."

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar was riding on horseback, squinting his eyes and looking at the end in front of him, he nodded slightly.

In the past two days, following the issuance and dispatch of imperial decrees, the entire Dali has already started to move, gathering towards Jiyue Mountain.

Every day, many people come from all over the world and join the team halfway.

Right now, the spacious official roads in the past seem to be somewhat inadequate.

"Well, Brother Rong, I miss you a little bit. After you finish the ceremony in the past few days, let's go back quickly."

Xiao Qian'er stroked the brown hair on the horse's head and said with a slight smile.

Zhao Rong looked back at her and laughed, "It's only been a few days since we separated, you miss Qing Jun, um, okay."

"Hmph, don't you miss Miss?"

The little girl tilted her head and said in a 'threatening' tone.

"Let's do it, think about it, think about it."

The young Confucian scholar had no choice but to reach out and touch the white jade on his waist.

On the horseback, he raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes at the approaching emperor's palace, and asked with a smile:

"So, in the city tower two days ago, Miss Su was just like you, waiting for me hungry? You and her were both in the lobby, halfway...didn't go out for activities?"

"What's the event? No. Hmph, it's boring, and she's not interesting either. She was chatting with me at first, but I ignored her. She sat in there all the time, and later took out a book and read it pretendingly."

"Oh."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, looking at the scenery ahead as if he was concentrating on it, and didn't ask any more questions.

Xiaoqian'er insulted a certain fairy in front of Zhao Rong every day.

"I see, she is probably wandering in the sky, she is just a little girl, without the help of Brother Rong, how can she understand the Mohist scriptures, if it weren't for your previous advice, Su Qingdai probably wouldn't know how to learn from the Mohism .”

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't answer.

The little girl kicked off the horse and stepped forward, stretched out her slender hands, and straightened the wrinkles on Zhao Rong's collar, moaning.

"It's much more comfortable without her here. By the way, has she become more and more bold recently, adjusting my authority position in our old Zhao's house?"

She shook her hand on the reins.

"No, I have to train Maid Su when I turn around. Uncle Bai has been busy these days, he just came back last night, I was busy with the business of the Duke's Mansion in Hanjing, and I was a bit negligent in disciplining Maid Su .”

Speaking of this, the little girl couldn't help muttering:

"It's strange, she used to be obedient to the discipline, but why has she become more and more wild recently? She dares to dance? Could it be that she thought that after reading a few ink scriptures and getting some advice from Brother Rong'er, she would have the strength to challenge Banben girl?" Is it? You stupid maid."

A certain young Confucian scholar who likes to preach and teach knowledge can't help but cover his mouth with his fists.

"Cough cough..."

"Brother Rong, why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah, it's all right. Hey, it's almost here. Let's get ready. Long Jia will meet the Queen Mother and the little emperor later."

"Oh, okay."

Right now, Zhao Rong is going to find Dugu, who just sent someone to call Zhao Rong over, and he doesn't know what it is.

But Xiao Qian'er rushed to follow, leaving Su Qingdai and Li Bai on the carriage behind.

Zhao Rong brought little Qian'er to the emperor's palace.

This is the largest vehicle in the team at the moment, pulled by more than a dozen dragon horses.

Tall and majestic, the solemn curtain of purple jade bright yellow is deep, surrounded by snow silkworms and many others, and guarded by mighty guards.

This time I went to Jiyue Mountain.

Hanjing was almost half empty, and Yuefang Division was out in full force.

The Dugu family came out with a large number of Xianyue's divorced daughters, and only left Da Sile Mujin and some confidants in Hanjing to sit and sit.

Almost all of the Li royal family, including Li Mingyi, were brought out, except for some old and difficult clan princes.

The same is true of the civil and military officials who left the court, only some veterans stayed in Hanjing.

Zhao Rong understands this quite well, if he is the Dugu family, he will be on guard against certain things...

At this moment, the Dugu family and the little emperor seemed to be summoning the courtiers in the Xingyuan. At this moment, the curtain was lifted by Xue Can and the others, and Li Mingyi and a few strangers came out of it.

"Mr. Zhao."

The majestic man in a python robe showed a smile on his face and greeted him.

Zhao Rong nodded, and glanced sideways at the two strangers who came out with Li Mingyi.

Their clothes are a bit of people who don't want to leave the ground.

"This is an envoy from a neighboring country... from the west."

Li Mingyi briefly explained without saying much, exchanged pleasantries with Zhao Rong intermittently, and then left with the two foreign envoys, walking quite fast.

"Neighboring country, to the west..."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at their leaving backs, and said a few words.

"It should have nothing to do with Feng Chan, their diplomacy and state affairs..."

After a while, he shook his head, turned around without looking any further.

"Please tell me, Zhao Ziyu is here at the invitation of your empress."

Xuecan glanced at the young Confucian scholar, opened the curtain, and let Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er in...

Zhao Rong originally thought that Dugu called him over to discuss something important.

However, after he had just entered and stayed for a while, he found that the beautiful widow behind the first curtain said a lot from left to right:

Some of them were chatting with Mr. Zhao, some were talking about the past of Emperor Dali, and some of the little emperors ascended the throne as princes...

It seems that there is no central theme, but Zhao Rong is not a fool, and he quickly realized that Dugu seems to be doing history for the academy.

I mistakenly thought that Zhao Rong was Mr. Xiu Shi on the seventh floor of the library.

In many things she said, she actually emphasized two points of view.

As the founder of the Dali dynasty, the first emperor of Dali, Jiangzuo commoner revolted and won the country's extreme justice.

And the little emperor, as the crown prince conferred by the former himself, is in line with the great order, and his ascension to the throne is well-deserved, it is a real orthodox...

Zhao Rong was speechless.

However, he also has some considerations about this, and he can't explain too much.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Empress Dowager Yongrong who was sitting on the top of the dragon car and the little emperor together greeted the young Confucian scholar who was standing quietly at the bottom, and chatted.

The monarchs and ministers asked and answered.

Zhao Rong was quite patient, coping with it freely, while looking at everyone on the field.

His eyes collided with the serious little emperor sitting above him.

The latter seemed to want to talk to him very much, but because of Dugu's presence, he couldn't speak in private.

However, the boy looked at Zhao Rong with gratitude.

Zhao Rong smiled inwardly.

It should be a matter of pleading for him a few days ago.

So the two looked at each other and blinked tacitly.

And the beautiful queen mother next to the little emperor seemed to have forgotten what happened that day, as if it never happened.

Facing Zhao Rong below, she sat in a dignified posture, with all manners.

The two are separated by heavy curtains, and can only see each other's figure and shadow.

Although Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression, Dugu Chanyi's tone of voice was almost the same as before.

It's a bit close and dependent, but it also implies some politeness.

Listening to the ears of other people around, there is a distance that is difficult to cross like a chasm.

Under the large court, in the courtyard, the empress dowager and the courtiers observed propriety and integrity in every move.

It can be called a model of how the monarch and his subjects get along.

Many people around nodded secretly: This Mr. Zhao is worthy of being a Confucian scholar of Lin Lu, he is elegant and true, the empress dowager caressing about her coldness, she really relies on this Mr. Zhao.

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but raise his eyes, and glanced at the figure of the beautiful widow standing aloft.

The latter spoke slowly, but his tone remained flat as usual.

"Mr. Zhao has really worked hard recently. He has worked so hard for the sake of Dali's community... I am ashamed of my family."

"Your Majesty is being polite, you don't have to work hard, it's what you should do. And being able to share your worries for your Majesty... is a blessing, and the ceremony of Fengchan will definitely bow to the best."

Behind the curtain, Dugu Chanyi looked graceful and elegant, but she couldn't help but take a closer look at the dignified Confucian scholar standing respectfully below her.

But of course she would not say these words at this time.

Behind the bead curtain, the beautiful widow smiled and praised: