The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 696 Autumn Rain and Autumn Thunder
After Mid-Autumn Festival.

The weather in Youjing City lost its mild temper and became gloomy and violent.

In three days, there were three heavy rains, one thunder and lightning flashed, and the other frightened the capital.

The so-called autumn thunder is full of thieves.

The people living in Youjing have rarely seen such weather, but their grandparents and fathers all came out of the farmland, and they firmly believe that autumn rain accompanied by heavy thunder is by no means a good omen.

It does not mean that there is any disaster coming, but at least it means that rain, snow, floods and droughts are likely to occur frequently in the coming year, and the harvest will drop sharply, so that there will be a lot of stealing and looting.

Sure enough, on the fourth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the northern part of Zhongzhou started from Tahe Chengguan in Xing’an in the east, and went west to Ulan Bate Chengguan in Mengdi. The flames of war stretched for [-] miles.
The smoke of gunpowder crossed the high mountains and directly shrouded the hearts of the people in Kyoto.

Although the last large-scale invasion by foreign barbarians failed to reach the outside of Youjing City, for the people who have enjoyed a peaceful life for nearly 20 years and just finished the reunion Mid-Autumn Festival, the war drums from the north seemed to be beating on their chests, and they were so anxious. People can't breathe.

Until this time, it was rumored that the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet, which had been suspended for two years, resumed a few days ago.

There began to be some buzzing and buzzing sounds as small as mosquitoes in the alleys of the market.

Mostly it's not saying something stupid, or something has been condemned by God...

If it hadn't been for hearing that General Fengguo went to the front line overnight to direct the fight against the enemy, the people of Youjing might not be able to sleep all night.

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The oppressive atmosphere in Youjing City did not last long.

Or just a short day.

It's not that people's memories are as short as fish, but that worrying too much doesn't help.

When the sky falls, there will always be a taller person to support it. As long as the flames of war have not reached the door of the house, life will be as it should be.

Only people who often walk around the imperial city will find that there are more horses and horses coming in and out of the palace these days, and they are rushing in and out.

But as long as the important affairs of the family and the country have not reached the point of recruiting young men, it is not their turn to worry about them.

After seeing more cars coming and going, everyone began to get used to it again.

Many times the common people are so simple and unpretentious.

In contrast, the affairs of the court are often very complicated, as changeable and treacherous as the weather.

But sometimes the sky is clear, very simple and clear.

As long as there is one and only one voice in the hall.

In fact, in the past ten years, the voices in the court are not too many or complicated.

Especially after Emperor Jing passed away and Emperor Yan succeeded to the throne, the voices in the court never even exceeded one hand.

Although the cabinet is still responsible for reviewing the national memorials, drafting opinions, and then submitting them to the emperor for approval through the supervisor of ceremonies, Emperor Yan approved all the minor matters as ordered, and made other plans for major matters. The "dumb acupoint" is no longer self-inflicted.

The Nine Families never speak out alone. Every time they go to the court, the Nine Families must have completed their sect in private. There will only be three voices at most in the court hall. This is a common practice.

Over the years, the loudest voices in the court are either the eunuchs with a shrill voice, or the armed forces with a rough voice.

It’s just that these days, among those rough men with thick voices, it’s said that some of them are bedridden with inexplicable illnesses, and some of them rushed to the north to participate in the war in the footsteps of General Fengguo. throat.

With the tacit understanding of the nine families choosing to remain silent, some quietly watching, and most remaining silent, the Golden Luan Hall was naturally extremely quiet.

Of course, only one voice could be heard in the hall.

The little emperor Zhu Yan had the misfortune of catching a cold after having a banquet with his ministers on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Although he could not get sick all the time, his voice was really hoarse.

The eunuch Yu Tian, ​​the eunuch in charge of the ceremonial supervisor, put his head very close to Emperor Yan's mouth.

All the affairs in the court are due to the father-in-law speaking on behalf of the emperor.

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night.

A dark night without stars and moon.

This is the latest time that Yu Tianyu's father-in-law returned to his private house from the palace in these years.

There was silence in the private house.

During the day, the court hall was surprisingly quieter than this time.

He really enjoyed that feeling.

It's just that in order to enjoy that feeling, he has to devote a lot of time and thought to making arrangements.

He is very clear that everything has its corresponding bargaining chip and price.

So when he saw the parchment handed over by the steward, printed with 81 fuzzy monk patterns and Sanskrit, he knew that someone was going to ask him for chips or a price.

Yu Tian said: "Is this the seal of 'Zhe'?"

The butler knew that his master was asking if he had confirmed the authenticity, but no one in the house knew what the gold seal of the word "Zhe" looked like, so he couldn't tell whether the seal that was deliberately blurred was indeed "" "Zhe" was printed, so I could only bite the bullet and answer: "I don't know."

Hearing the words, Yu Tian calmed down, and said calmly: "Yes, unless those old monks from Shaolin are captured, no one will recognize them."

The butler bowed his head and tied his hands, nervously waiting for the next question.

Yu Tian said, "Who sent it?"

The housekeeper said: "The leader of the Tushi Gang smiles at Maitreya and his subordinate Shadow Buddha."

Yu Tian took the roll of parchment in front of his eyes again and examined it carefully, then put it down again, and said: "I think it's in their hands that the old grandson folded it, so it makes sense, what request do they have?"

The housekeeper said: "The smiling Maitreya wants to see the master alone, and then personally present the gold seal of the word 'Zhe'."

"Alone, here?" Yu Tian repeated the two important words, and asked with a meaningful smile, "Do you think he really has a heart, or is there another conspiracy?"

The steward said: "According to my subordinate's humble opinion, it is best to be cautious. First, plan to abolish it, and then find the whereabouts of the golden seal. Anyway, the entire Youjing city is under the master's control."

Yu Tian nodded and said, "That's right, be careful sailing for ten thousand years. It seems that you have found out where they are staying in Beijing?"

The housekeeper said: "Just get drunk among the flowers."

"Drunk among the flowers?"

"Yes."

The butler didn't look up, and didn't see his master's brows furrowed, but he could hear his rare mood swings.

"How dare you, ask them to meet in the palace!"

"Yes!"

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Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei came to Youjing City on the fifth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The two disguised themselves as young couples who came to Youjing to sell sachets and powders, and walked on Suzaku Avenue in the southern city of Youjing with big bags on their backs.

Just after noon, the two had just finished eating beef noodles.

Jiang Yichen burped and said, "This is my first time in Beijing."

Leng Mei said: "How do you feel?"

Jiang Yichen said: "The stores in Beijing are all very big, but the food portions they sell are much smaller, and the things they sell are no bigger."

Leng Mei said: "How much less is the bowl of beef noodles just now compared to Fujian?"

Jiang Yichen affirmed: "At least one or two pieces of meat are missing."

Leng Mei said: "What about the price?"

Jiang Yichen said angrily, "It's more than doubled."

Leng Mei chased after her and asked, "Compared to the weight and price of Gusu City?"

Jiang Yichen made a careful comparison in his mind, and then said: "It's not too far away."

Leng Mei said: "Yes, there are more people in Youjing City than in Gusu City, and several times more than the population of the entire Fujian region. Although the pie is big, there are too many people. It has become priceless, that's why it's not easy to live in Youjing!"

"I understand all these reasons, and those who run the business also rely on these price differences to make money."

"Fortunately, we brought a lot of money, so we are not afraid of not being able to afford it. If we throw away these sachets, we can have a big meal!"

"Fortunately, I'm not particularly good at eating, so I can save some flowers."

"Could it be that your impression of this big capital is only how much it costs?"

"Also..." Jiang Yichen lowered his voice, and Leng Mei naturally moved her body closer and put her ears closer, "There are a lot of poor and corrupt scholars in the big capital. When I heard that there was another war in the north, it was not because of drinking to buy drunk , It’s just pulling poems and making words, it’s extremely ugly, and it’s extremely ugly.”

Leng Mei laughed tremblingly, but she didn't forget to argue for those literati: "Hey, otherwise, what do you think they should do?"

Jiang Yichen said: "You should eat, you should drink, you should sleep."

Leng Mei heard the words, rolled her eyes, arched into Jiang Yichen's arms, and said with a smirk, "Then should we sleep?"

In just over ten days, the two of them traveled almost half of Zhongzhou. If Jiang Yichen was on the road by himself, the speed would naturally be fast or slow, but he would definitely be exhausted.

Fortunately, this time with Leng Mei, the itinerary was more reasonable and proper, and they both rested well on the way, so the two of them maintained a good state most of the time, and they were ready for high-intensity battles at any time.

Now hearing Leng Mei say this, Jiang Yichen knew that the other party was playing naughty again, but he also knew that he should find a place to settle down first, so he replied very happily: "Okay!"

Leng Mei didn't expect that her little Jiang was not shy this time, and answered so quickly, she didn't know which inn to stay in for a while, so she asked casually, "Where to sleep?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yichen quickly replied: "Drunk among the flowers."

"What?!" Leng Mei thought she had heard wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going to sleep?"

Jiang Yichen paused every word and said slowly, "Hua-jian-drunk."

　I found that I know nothing about history except for the superficial things I learned in school, and the understanding of the content of the court depends on various search engines. It is really difficult to support rigorous content. Unknowingly, it is self-protective to avoid shortcomings. Starting from the personal point of view of Jianghu, but the problem is that it always feels weird when watching it.

　　On the sixth day of sheep, I still have a cough and stuffy nose, mainly due to lack of energy. After a while, I feel very tired after looking at the computer. Letting go of this step, in my opinion, is a bit like the law of survival in the jungle. Everyone has to take care of themselves in the future Take good care of your health~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)