Chronicle of Emperor Jing

In a short while, the three people who were gossiping were dripping with soup, and they were in a mess.

The entourage brought by these three people only reacted at this time, and came forward yelling, wanting to reason with the guard.

That personal guard was a soldier who had experienced many battles. He had fought in and out of the battlefield several times, and his skills were not weak.

He held a knife in his hand and faced the enemy with the back of the knife, but after a few back and forth, he defeated those followers.

"My lords, my lords, if you have something to say, please don't do it." The person in charge of the post station, Yi Cheng, heard the noise outside, and rushed out. When he saw the scene in front of him, he didn't dare to step forward to pull The few people who were in the middle of the fight could only bow to those who called the shots, trying to calm them down.

This kind of post station along the official road is specially used for officials and their families to rest and stay on the way. Most of the people who can enter here to rest are officials.

Yicheng is just a low-level official, he can't afford to offend any of these adults, but if they continue to fight like this, his family in this post will be ruined.

"Wei Zhan!" The middle-aged man on the chief seat, seeing that the guard had taught them a lesson, finally stopped shouting.

"You guys are lucky today!" The personal guard named Wei Zhan looked at the people on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, he let out a sound, spit on the ground, and then returned to their table.

The three people who were gossiping just now hid at the door and were ready to run away at any time. Seeing this fierce man retreating, they became more courageous.

"A group of arrogant and lawless soldiers, report your background, and see if I don't go to your superiors to argue!" One person shouted loudly.

"Yes, I'm going to the Ministry of War to file a complaint!" Another person echoed.

"Fold and impeach!" The third person was not to be outdone.

"I'm going to conquer the South General Wei Ze!" The middle-aged man stared at them expressionlessly, and announced his family name in a cold voice.

When the three of them heard this name, they finally realized that he was the eldest brother of Marquis Yongning. They realized that this was a gossip in front of the Wei family.

As the saying goes, don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and don't expose your shortcomings when you swear at someone. If you deliberately slap someone in the face and expose your shortcomings in front of the other party, then don't blame the other party for hitting back.

"My lords, wipe your face first and tidy up." Seeing that the three people were in a mess, and their entourage was staggering to and fro, they couldn't even stand steadily, so he ordered someone to bring warm water and let them tidy up their appearance.

Those three people have already found out that they kicked the iron plate this time, they can't afford to offend this person, they dare not be arrogant anymore, let alone declare their family background, lest they bring their family members down, and when they return home, they will be severely scolded and shrink back silently. When he got to the side, he grabbed the cloth towel that was brought up, wiped it casually, tidied it up, and left with his entourage in a dispirited manner.

Yicheng sent these people away, and then he flattered General Zhengnan and his group. He sent them some good dishes and accompanied many smiling faces, and finally sent them away.

Standing at the intersection, watching them get on their horses and gallop northward, he let out a sigh of relief.

The turmoil in the capital will probably be even more thunderous because of General Zhengnan's sudden entry into the capital.

However, these things have nothing to do with him as a little postman, so he sighed a bit, then entered the gate of the posthouse, and directed the people to pack up the things that were broken by them.

Fortunately, the two sides in this fight fought extremely neatly, and it was easier to lose money after the fight. Otherwise, his salary would probably have to be subsidized.

In the capital, Zhaoren Hall, the emperor was sitting behind the imperial case, reading secret books and writing something down on the paper.

Taking advantage of the hot tea time, Gao Yong took a sneak peek, and found that what the emperor wrote down on the paper was a personal name, with Qi Yuanheng and others on the left side, and a series of familiar names on the right side. , often in and out of the court, was recorded on paper by the emperor at this time.

Gao Yong knew that the emperor was planning to settle accounts after the fall.

"Hmph, this time's performance is barely passable."

He heard the emperor mutter something softly, and wrote down a person's name to the left.

Gao Yong took a sneak peek from the corner of his eye, and found that the emperor wrote down the name of Sun Kesun champion this time.

Gao Yong had some sympathy for Sun Zhuangyuan's ups and downs, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do to help.However, Sun Zhuangyuan performed well this time, and he should not be so deliberately ignored by the emperor again.

After changing the tea, he said, "Your Majesty, at this hour, Lord Hou is about to enter the palace."

Today is the Laba Festival, the Marquis of Yongning stayed in the mansion during the day, but at this time, it should be almost time to return to the palace.

The emperor didn't speak, but just put down his pen, folded the page full of names, then tore it into two halves, folded them together, and put them in the secret compartment of the imperial case.

"Let's drive back to the palace!" After tidying up everything, he ordered.

"Putting it out!" The servant standing at the gate of the hall heard the emperor's voice and announced the decree loudly.

When the emperor put on his cloak and came out, the royal driver was ready.

Gao Yong's expectation was right, not long after the emperor returned to the palace, the Marquis of Yongning also came back.

Marquis Yongning probably drank alcohol today, and he felt a little erratic when speaking.

"Your Majesty!" Although he was saluting like a ceremonial, but listening to his voice, he knew that he had drunk quite a lot, and he could not maintain his usual composure.

"Bring a bowl of hangover soup!" The emperor obviously realized this and ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" A servant heard the sound and left immediately.

Jing Li walked over, helped Wei Yan up from the ground, half-embraced him and helped him onto the couch, and after having someone wash him, he held him in his arms and slowly fed him hangover soup.

"Hey, open your mouth!" He took a spoon, took a spoonful, and fed it to Wei Yan's mouth.

"Sour!" Wei Yan opened his mouth obediently, took a sip obediently, and immediately frowned and complained.

"Not sour, how can you wake up from this wine?" Seeing his appearance, Jing Li not only did not sympathize with him, but wanted to make sarcastic remarks.

"I'm not drunk!" Wei Yan felt that he was really not drunk, but the emperor's embrace was too comfortable, he drank a few sips of hangover soup, closed his eyes, and fell into a daze.

When he woke up, he found that there was no one on the bed, and the emperor didn't know where he had gone.

This time, he slept comfortably, and he finally woke up fully.

He sat up, opened the curtain beside the couch, and found that the emperor was sitting in the living room, and Fudge was sitting on the small round pier in front of him, playing Shuanglu with him.

When Jing Li heard his movements, she turned her head and glanced at him, seeing that he was only wearing a jacket and standing outside the tent, her brows frowned.

"Master Hou, be careful of catching a cold!" Fuxiang led two maids carrying plates into the inner hall door. Seeing that he was only wearing such a little, he quickly stepped forward and put on his outer robe for him. Send him to the emperor.

"Come, sit here." Jing Li stretched out his hand, motioning Wei Yan to sit beside him.

Wei Yan sat over and watched the emperor beat Shuanglu.

Shuanglu is a board game with various strategies. Many people can play it, but it is not easy to play it superbly.

In this way, Wei Yan could only be regarded as good at playing, and he didn't dare to make a fool of himself in front of the emperor, so he just sat quietly beside the emperor and watched the emperor play.

"Your Majesty, the Laba porridge is ready." Fu Xiang motioned to the maid behind him, and presented the contents on the tray.

Today is the Laba Festival. Whether it is inside or outside the palace, the poor and the rich, they all eat Laba porridge. This porridge is eaten by the rich and the poor.The Laba porridge in the palace, the ingredients are naturally perfect, but the taste, the ones in the imperial dining room are mediocre, and the things made in the emperor's small kitchen are very delicate.

Wei Yan took the porcelain bowls brought up by the court lady, put one bowl by the emperor's hand, took another bowl, and started to eat.

The Laba porridge delivered by the small kitchen is sweet porridge, which must be very suitable for Wei Yan's taste, but the emperor only tasted a few mouthfuls, thought about it, and then stopped.

After eating the porridge and rinsing his mouth again, Wei Yan concentrated his energy and observed the chessboard. Of course, with his little skill, he just looked at it, and he would show timidity when he spoke.

After waiting until the end of the round, Wei Yan just watched the excitement, but didn't see any tricks.

After the day's rest, the emperor put his arms around him and stroked his hair for a while, then suddenly said: "Wei Yan, you said that I will change the Yuan again, how about it?"

The emperor's first year name is generally called Jianyuan, and if he changed one in the middle, it would be Gaiyuan.In some dynasties, each emperor has only one year name, so the emperor can be called by the year name. Of course, those who have to change several year names in the middle cannot be called like this.

The emperor succeeded to the throne when he was young, and Jianyuan was in Longsheng, but during the Longsheng period, it is more appropriate to belong to the queen mother who is the regent rather than the emperor.When the emperor came to power, he changed the yuan to Tianxi. Now that the emperor said so, he obviously wanted to change the yuan again.

As for the reason why the emperor wanted to do this, Wei Yan thought about it carefully, and soon figured it out.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to do this, and I don't care about those things!" Wei Yan hurriedly replied.

The emperor's year name was determined after countless discussions among the courtiers and repeated calculations by the Qin Tianjian. There is nothing wrong with it, and it will not be changed easily. When good things come, the gains outweigh the losses.

That's right, on this matter, Wei Yan was quite superstitious, with the mentality of preferring to believe in something, not to believe in nothing, and resolutely opposed the emperor's whim.

As for the reason why the emperor wanted to do this, he also understood in his heart.

Now the courtiers are holding on to his matter, but as long as the emperor brings up the matter of changing the yuan in the court, the court will immediately quarrel about the reign.

The courtiers must rack their brains to come up with an appropriate year name, and then persuade other colleagues to support him, persuade the emperor to use this year name, and then leave a thick or weak stroke in the history books in the future.

In this way, the number of people holding onto Wei Yan will probably be greatly reduced.