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It was okay when I lived in the mountains, I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, and later I followed Nanwu to drink and have fun every day, and slept until the sun was three poles every day, and after entering the palace, I slept until I woke up.

Suddenly woke up by Fu'an early, and felt a little dizzy.

"Shijun has to get up and wash up so that he can go to court early."

Only then did he remember what he had promised yesterday, and this morning he was going to the hall to join in the fun, so Zisang had no choice but to let the palace servants come forward to wash his face and hands.

He got up and combed his hair again.

The combing is different from the usual women's hair bun, because this time it still needs to be tied up because of the need to wear a crown.

The palace man put on the clothes given by the king last night for Shijun.

The neck can't be moved, so it can only be half-hidden with a deep coat collar, because it's all white and hard to see.

Butterflies are embroidered with blue thread on the white clothes, which are not like the complicated seal patterns on the royal robes. It is said that the meaning of Gongyi hibiscus was so beautiful, and it seemed to be a mild age, just suitable for women.

He took the jade wat from the side, and let the palace servants wear the belt for himself.

Looking at the person in the mirror again, the golden crown covers the top, the body is wrapped in a noble robe, and the jade belt is around the waist.

After taking the palace chariot, Fu'an next to him yelled at the front door halfway through Liming Xiaotou: "Shijun Linchao Guozheng Palace."

There will be more voices to answer from a distance.

On both sides, many eunuchs carrying little red lanterns bent over to lead the way and followed them. They made many small steps in the damp and cold autumn dew, forcing the palace to generate some prosperity.

From a distance, he could see the gate of Zhongming Palace.

It is clear from the news of the world's affairs that it is talking about the Zhongming Palace, which combines the National Government Office, the Director's Pavilion, and the Admonishment Division in the Nanliang King's City.

After passing the gate of Zhongming Palace, the main hall right in front of you is the National Government Hall, which is also the center of the entire Liang Palace.

When she reached the gate of the palace, she walked forward on the chariot according to the rules. In front of her were the white steps that went up slantingly. She looked so high that she couldn't see the gate of the palace at a glance. It should be the master of the eight sides.

When he was about to go up the stairs, he was stopped by Mr. Fuan: "This is the emperor's steps, you can't go up, you have to go up from the side."

So I turned to the side corridor and walked along the slope.

"What is the use of the imperial rank?"

"This ladder is only used when the new king ascends the throne, or when the late emperor goes to the funeral."

It turns out that such a limitless way of blinding people's eyes, the mortals can only see the fairy seat and beasts, is the road of the emperor.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was already half-guided and half-supported by Fu'an, walking up the side narrow path.

The narrow road is indeed narrow, and there is already a shadow of a purple robe walking in front of him. He turned around slightly, and he probably knew it when he saw the person in white in the night.

In a daze, Cang Cang sighed and said: "The little bun with yellow hair, I'm afraid I don't know the meaning of the difficult official road."

Hearing a voice suddenly, with the word Huangmao in it, Zisang knew that the person in front was talking to her.

He couldn't see his face clearly, so he just said: "This way is easy to walk, but it's not easy to walk. If you walk straight and impartial, and hold the wat forward, you can reach the temple."

The person in the purple robe in front paused, then hummed and laughed a few times: "Your son has a bit of a sharp tongue."

In fact, as he said so, Zisang himself did stumble a little in this official way, and Fuan beside him was in a cold sweat. Seeing the shadow in front of him walking a little farther, he said in a low voice: "That's Ye Shi, the doctor." Sheng."

It turns out that such a high-ranking official dared to call Shijun a child.

At present, the three princes, Yushi Dafu, Xiangcheng, and Taiwei are all old ministers of the King of Puzuo. At present, Xiangcheng is sick in bed, and Taiwei has already passed away. The position of the imperial court is firmly listed.

After finally passing through the official road, they handed over their identity cards, and each of them scribbled and clicked in front of the court case.

Everyone saw a white shirt under the palace lantern, and everyone looked sideways, and there were also people who talked to each other, and some came forward to talk to them.

"Shijun was injured just yesterday, and he came to court today. I feel ashamed."

No matter how he doesn't remember people, Zisang still remembers this Zhonglang general with a clean shaved chin and a beard on his upper lip, so he said, "I went out to walk around while I was alive, and I didn't even think about it." Arrived at this lively place."

I got involved in these nonsense without thinking about it, and I couldn't do without watching it.

Lang Zhongling didn't understand the meaning of Zisang's words, so he went to greet others with a smile on his lips.For a while, there was a crackling sound in the hall, and everyone filed in.

Fuan stopped here, and only taught Zisang to say: "You enter the hall, then go up to the hall and stand on the edge of the platform that is the first place under the throne."

People with their identities are not allowed to enter the Palace of National Government, or when Shijun really ascended to the throne, he was so blessed.

So Zisang and all the officials took off their robes and stepped into the high threshold. The scene reminded people that when they left the Buddhist gate, it was also a threshold.

Before the birth of the Buddha, Mani stood shoulder to shoulder, and when he entered the temple, he covered his head with a golden crown.

The inside of the hall is just like what was said in the opera outside, gold and jade complement each other, shining brightly, there are guards with swords and heavy armor on both sides, and civil and military soldiers on both sides stand in their respective positions with their wats on their hands.

Zisang was wearing those Shijun crowns these days in the palace, they were all three layers inside and outside, and it was extremely uncomfortable to walk.

Today I changed into this outfit, which is much lighter, so when I walk, I look even more light and light, which forms a great contrast with the officials on both sides.

The court officials already wrote letters to include the folk rumors one by one in the hall, and they had a lot of slander against Shijun, and they were even more repulsed when they saw it like this.

It's just about the superiority and inferiority, and there is a daughter in Shijun who is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. They, a group of veterans, dare not say anything in front of them.

In this way, Zisang swayed from side to side, and climbed up to the high platform under the third step of Yushou. Turning around on the small high platform to look at the officials, he felt the pleasure of looking down at others' heads three inches.

Or maybe he has a little understanding of the taste of high position and weight.

There was an old man in the hall who walked up to the throne, waved his whisk three times, and shouted: "The king is coming."

Sitting sideways behind the screen, he strode forward, still an old man with white beard and hair, only different from what he usually sees in the palace.

Standing in front of the throne, Duke Qing Xi was full of energy, his cheeks were glowing, his eyes were piercing, and he could not be seen as ill at all.

How fortunate it is to stand up in front of others and swallow medicine in the back hall.

The courtiers kowtowed, Zisang kowtowed his head in front of Duke Qingxi for the first time, he bowed respectfully three times, he dared to stand up when he heard Duke Qingxi's voice sound like a bell.

When Duke Qing Xi saw Zisang in court clothes, he showed a little joy in his eyebrows, pointed his finger over, and said to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, "Everyone has met today, this is Shijun that you often criticize with discounts. "

Zisang smiled, Grandpa Wang was too ungrateful, why bother to speak out.

The king said it was a word of remonstrance and scolding, but few people around him dared to talk nonsense.

The talk began at the meeting, and there was a statement, but the officials below began to talk endlessly.

It is true that yesterday's assassination was mentioned again, but it was not General Zhonglang who mentioned it again.

There was a person who stood quite close to General Zhonglang, who was also younger, with some youthful recklessness: "Every arrow cluster in the hunting ground is marked with a name and surname. If there is physical evidence, it should be made public." In the world, punish those who plot wrongdoing."

So all the officials looked at Zisang on the high platform. The young man spoke in a righteous voice, which made Zisang raise his hand unconsciously and touched his wrapped neck.

I don't know, I thought she was shot to death.

Duke Xi of Qing also acted out what he said yesterday, so he asked in a deep voice: "Yes, since there is physical evidence, we deal with the physical evidence and bring the owner of this arrow to question him."

Zisang was shocked: "Look at me, why don't I remember the name on the arrow? Yesterday, when I came back from the wind and cold, I asked someone to make a fire with it and make some broth for me to eat."

Baiguan was speechless to each other, such a Shijun was simply outrageous, so the words were skipped, after all Shijun also said: "Oh, it was me who shot, why are you all in such a hurry."

These officials brought up this matter with the intention of finding out Fang Zhonghou and others. They couldn't say it clearly, and it was hard to say that Shijun was the future Datong. Saying it was tantamount to acquiescing that Shijun would be king in the future, so he had to shut up.

One more incident that just seemed serious.

Probably the only ones who want to talk about serious matters are these old loyal ministers, and the doctor Yushi stood up: "Recently, there is a garrison in the Xianmin Valley at the junction of Nanliang and Dongchi, and it is slowly moving to the Jingxuan prefectures. war."

After the words fell, many people came out to ask for a fight, some said to ask for 30 troops, some said to ask for [-] troops, and they all made bold promises that they would go straight to the capital of Dongchi.

The Dongchi country is also known as a powerful country, good at making weapons, and its people are loyal and loyal. It has many confrontations with Nanliang, and the two sides have always been equal.

All these people opened their mouths to go straight to Zhucheng, the capital of Dongchi, and Zisang couldn't help laughing as he listened.

In fact, where is the eagerness to fight, I am afraid that he wants to transfer troops from Zhou Zai, the general in charge of the army, and the world is in his hands.

Mr. Qing Xi was not confused, he just waved his hands: "This matter is of great importance, let the widow and the generals discuss it before making a decision."

So one day after the quarrel in the court affairs, they slowly dispersed again. Zisang just listened to it, and didn't discuss things randomly, just chatting from time to time.

The historian next to him also shook his head and took notes: "In the autumn of the sixth year of Qing'an Jia, Shijun's first dynasty, Yu Chaohui often looked tired, and looked sideways at the ministers as if they were laughing."

After leaving the gate of the palace, the officials around him walked away in twos and threes, Fu An hurried forward to greet him: "What do Shijun think about today's court?"

"Everyone is just full of ghosts. They don't think about Shi Sheji. They think about the king in front of him. He has to find a stronger backer quickly."

"It's inevitable."

Seeing Fu An hehe, smiling, Zisang squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Are you also thinking, you have to choose a good master."

"It's inevitable, it's inevitable."

As an eunuch, if he wanted to live a three-point decent life, he could not only rely on his own master to live better.

It's no wonder that everyone only thinks of themselves to be better.

Zisang rode on the chariot, facing the cool wind blowing against her face, she was not the same kind of person, thinking of avoiding the serious and taking the light of it, only wishing for a better life.