Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

Seeing her father's stubbornness, Fan Xiaolan shook her head helplessly and went back to her room.

Since ancient times, marriage matters have been decided by her parents, and she has no way to change it. She only hopes that Fan Xin can successfully marry the princess back and put her parents' worries aside.

Early the next morning.

Luoyang City was filled with gongs and drums and the sound of whips.

In front of everyone's attention, Wu Zetian, wearing a yellow five-clawed golden dragon suit, walked out of the Guanfeng Hall and sat on the imperial banquet.

Behind him, hundreds of civil and military officials headed by Di Renjie followed closely, and hundreds of monarchs and ministers drove toward Yingtianmen in a mighty manner.

According to the practice of the Tang Dynasty, the emperor would come here to greet anyone who had made meritorious deeds to show his respect.

However, what is different this time is that in addition to the expansion of the specifications, the people of Luoyang also came here and looked at the end of the street with eager anticipation.

After the team arrived at Yingtian Gate, Di Renjie stepped forward and took the initiative to hold up Wu Zetian's right hand.

"Queen Mother, I will support you."

"Thank you Huaiying." Wu Zetian nodded, and the monarch and his ministers came to the steps to wait for the return of the envoy team.

When the sun was high in the sky, a cry of exclamation suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"Look! The envoy team seems to have entered through the city gate!"

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the main entrance. Under the sun, a team with a golden yellow dragon and a Tang character flag was slowly coming this way.

Judging by their attire, they were Princess Taiping and others who were on an envoy to the Turks!

Seeing this scene, Wu Zetian quickly urged.

"Quick! Play music!"

"Yes, Queen Mother." The chamberlain bowed and said in a high-pitched voice.

"The Queen Mother has a decree, play music!"

As the order spread, the Habayashi guards on both sides of the royal road raised their horns and started playing.

With the melodious sound of horns, the procession passed through the first city gate and headed towards the square.

"Your Highness, we have finally returned to Luoyang." Fan Xin said with emotion while riding on his horse.

He almost thought he would never come back with the Turks and his party.

"Yes, I'm back." Princess Taiping got out of the carriage and said with a smile.

"I guess you will be promoted again when you come back this time. What are your plans next?"

Whether it was rescuing the princess or forcing the Turks to make concessions, it was a great achievement. According to the rules, Fan Xin could at least be promoted to the third rank and become a frontier official.

Fan Xin shook his head and said, "I don't plan to go out again when I come back this time. I will stay at home and rest for a while."

"Plant flowers, raise grass, and cultivate your sentiments. It's okay to just go out and do it all the time."

Princess Taiping was stunned for a moment, then agreed.

"It's good to rest for a while, so as not to tire yourself out."

"Let's go see our mother."

After saying that, Princess Taiping flicked her sleeves and walked towards Wu Zetian.

"My son, I will meet my mother in peace!"

"Taiping, you have suffered." Seeing her daughter's tired look, Wu Zetian reached out and touched her face.

Princess Taiping raised her head and said with a smile: "It's not hard at all to share the worries of the country with your children."

"Good boy, come to the queen's bedroom tonight and let's talk by candlelight."

Wu Zetian smiled and nodded, signaling Princess Taiping to step aside and look at Fan Xin behind her.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xin, meets the Queen Mother!"

"Fan Aiqing doesn't need to be so polite, just stay on your own."

"Thank you, Queen Mother."

When Fan Xin straightened up, Wu Zetian looked at Di Renjie, who took out the golden imperial edict and coughed.

"Haotian has a destiny, and the emperor accepts it. When Fan Xin, the young minister of Dali Temple, was on a mission to the Turks, he swore to the death to defend the dignity of the country and successfully persuaded Mochu Khan to send troops to Khitan."

"To save the soldiers and civilians of the Tang Dynasty from the suffering of their lives."

"This power is one."

"Secondly, as a fourth-grade official, you could have sat high in the temple and enjoyed all the glory, but you were brave enough to carry the coffin to the tiger's den without fear of death."

"Throughout the history of the Tang Dynasty, you are the only one."

"For this reason, I specially appoint you as the Minister of Dali Temple, to be in charge of law and order and to deter the government!"

"And Yuanping Beibote was promoted to the marquis of Zhenguo, and was rewarded with a third-grade purple belt."

"Three thousand taels of gold, ten thousand taels of silver, and thirty thousand taels of copper."

"In addition, Qianniu Beishen Fan Liu served the Lord well during his mission to the Turks, and was promoted to the post of Qianniu Guards Zhonglang General."

"Appreciate this..."

After reciting the imperial edict, Di Renjie handed it to Fan Xin with a smile.

"Fan Siqing, will you accept the order?"

"My lord, Fan Xin accepts the order!"

Fan Xin took a deep breath and took the imperial edict from Di Renjie in the envious eyes of everyone.

From this moment on, he was finally promoted from an ordinary civil servant to the rank of Six Ministries and Nine Ministers.

In other words, he is no longer the petty official who others scold at will.

Seeing Fan Xin's calm face, Wu Zetian was also filled with emotion.

The young boy who used to give bloody advice back then has finally become more stable.

Thinking of this, she grabbed Fan Xin's arm in front of all the civil and military officials.

"Let's go, I have prepared a state banquet for you in the Qianyang Palace. We, the king and our ministers, will not return until we are drunk today!"

It was the first time that Fan Xin sat on the Yuhu, and he felt a little uneasy. However, he relaxed a little when he saw Di Renjie and Zhang Jianzhi were also there.

Qianyang Hall in Ziwei City was the place where grand banquets were held in the Tang Dynasty. Every celebration banquet was held here.

What puzzled Fan Xin was that Wu Zetian was particularly enthusiastic towards him during the banquet. It didn't seem as simple as celebrating a victory.

While the Queen Mother was out, Fan Xin bowed his hand to Di Renjie.

"I dare to ask Mr. Di Ge. If you don't understand something, please ask Mr. Di Ge to clarify your doubts."

"You want to ask why the imperial court rewards you so generously?" Di Renjie put down his wine glass and said with a smile.

Fan Xin admitted: "Yes, according to the rules, the most you can do is to be promoted to the minister of Dali Temple. It is absolutely impossible to be promoted to a marquis. What is going on?"

Di Renjie laughed, stroking his beard and said: Fan Shaoqing, don't worry too much, you will know in a few days. "

Seeing that Di Renjie was speechless, Fan Xin simply stopped asking and drank two glasses of wine as an excuse to leave Qianyang Palace to enjoy the breeze.

When passing by the Taiping Hall, Fan Xin was about to knock on the door and ask, when the resentful sigh of Princess Taiping suddenly came from inside.

"Xiaowan, just now the queen mother said that she wanted to marry me to Fan Xin, what should I do?"

"quack!"

"Do you even think people should accept their fate?"

"Ugh……

Fan Xin was shocked and slowly withdrew his hand from knocking on the door.

No wonder the Queen Mother made an exception and made herself a marquis. No wonder Di Renjie was full of profound meaning. It turned out to be for this reason.

Thinking of Princess Taiping's last sigh, Fan Xin left the palace with a heavy heart.

When he returned home, it was already the moonlight above the willow trees. Fan Zhonghua and his family happily pulled him into the living room and said solemnly.

"Xin'er, Mom has a great thing to tell you!"

"What's the matter?" Fan Xin cheered up and smiled.

"Once this matter is completed, all the eight villages in Xiaolianzi Mountain will be proud of you."

"Your father and I will be able to explain to our ancestors even if we go underground in the future."

"Stop rambling, just tell your son the happy news." Fan Zhonghua patted the table.

Mrs. Zhou glared at him and said leisurely to Fan Xinxi.

"Yesterday Mr. Di Ge came to the house and specially guaranteed a marriage for you. Guess whose girl it is?"