"A little more to the left, a little more to the left, hey, a little more to the right, a little to the right, hey, a little higher, a little higher."
Xiao Yibo, the chief steward of the mansion, is directing a group of guards in brocade clothes to hang a plaque of "Pingxi Palace".
He is directing below, and the people above are busy.
"Director Xiao, the subordinates see that this is very upright."
"I know."
"That¡¡"
"This plaque, no matter how upright it was hung from the beginning, it has to be moved from left to right. The reason for taking it is to pay for the matter in advance, and it is a good sign that it will not be placed in the future."
"Yo, this is not going to work, our prince may decide in the future"
The personal guard said that he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and he was crowned king, and if he went up, he would
Everyone thinks it in their hearts, but it is not appropriate to shout it carelessly.
Xiao Yibo smiled, but did not reprimand him.
He is an old man who has followed the prince since Hutou City, and has witnessed the rise of the prince all the way. To be honest, he is actually the one who looks forward to the most.
What is impossible?
No,
Nothing is impossible!
After the plaque was hung, he clapped his hands, ordered the servants outside to clean the gate of the mansion again, and went inside on his own.
The first scene of the King Conferring Ceremony has just ended, the imperial decree has been announced, and the rest, there will be military parades and martial arts performances, and then there will be rewards for those who have made meritorious service in the last battle of entering Chu, and many nobles from the savage tribes have also come .
Although last time because of a temporary change in the battle plan, the savage servants did not enter Chu to fight, and basically sat and waited for a period of time on the front line of Zhennan Pass, but anyway, they had gathered enough men and horses to prepare their own weapons coming.
It is impossible to give up a reward. Tens of thousands of dogs come and go as soon as they are called, even if they are dogs, they must be taken seriously.
In the evening, there will be a banquet in the mansion, and there will be a hundred tables. The list includes people from the imperial mission, generals from all walks of life under the palace, representatives of meritorious people, representatives from all walks of life under the palace, etc. ,
The commendation meeting that was not held last year due to the war was also moved to today's one.
Therefore, Xiao Yibo had to go to inspect it again, so that no mistakes could be made.
After a round of inspection,
It's still early,
Xiao Yibo walked into a courtyard with red tables, and saw two people sitting there, sipping peanuts and genuine wine.
Seeing Xiao Yibo, those two immediately smiled and waved;
"Come on, Manager Xiao, let's have a drink together, sit down and have a rest."
The two are none other than Chen Daole and He Chunlai.
Both of these two were born in Jin. They were righteous men who opposed Yan and restored Jin in the early days, and later became "running dogs" of the imperial court;
Because they are heroes with ability and potential, the two of them were basically scoured in the yamen, and then went to the army to scour them, and scoured them back and forth several times.
The blind man then referred him to his subordinates as assistants to handle common affairs.
Chen Daole started work earlier than He Chunlai, because He Chunlai was good at cooking, so he worked as a cook beside Pingxi Wang for a while, but this kind of affection is indeed something that others cannot envy.
Even now, when He Chun comes to rest every month, he will go back to the mansion to cook food for the prince twice. In the words of the people in the yamen outside, Mr. He can afford the saltiness of the dishes with an iron spoon, and also Can afford to weigh the weight of things in hand.
Both of them are developing very well now, and they can be regarded as the only ones under the blind man.
Xiao Yibo saluted politely and was not seated;
But Chen Daole is used to being free and easy, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Yibo over and sat down together, and refilled him with wine.
"Where did you talk?" Chen Daole asked.
He Chunlai replied: "It's about His Majesty's will."
"Yes, this time I am really convinced, this will, this posture, what is this called, this is the real atmosphere.
I understand your mind, you understand my mind;
Don't care about what kind of doggy,
Come on clearly,
Just make it clear,
Just let the world see clearly,
Look at how his Ji family treats our prince.
High,
really high. "
He Chunlai nodded and said, "Throughout the ages, the most difficult thing to resolve is not conspiracies and careful calculations, but honest schemes."
"Yes, come on,the feeling of splashing water;
in this world,
He wants a root, a root that can truly bind and integrate himself with this world.
? The feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land alone, after a long time, is actually not pleasant, it will be boring, boring, and crooked.
But today,
Somehow,
After a king conferring ceremony,
Zheng Fan just wanted to come and sit in this temple.
During the day, he was already inflated enough, and he was a bit late to the blind man's fight with the little six, but he was too lazy to talk to the blind man, and he didn't have the energy to analyze the little six's methods with others;
He just wants to be quiet,
Find a place and sit down.
After the expansion, it is empty, isn't it, it is a little empty now.
Sitting for a long time,
Zheng Fan closed his eyes, as if dozing off.
Outside, Xiao Yibo and others were already waiting outside the temple, and a large group of people had already sat in the palace, waiting for the prince to come to the feast.
But if you want Xiao Yibo to go in and remind you, he will never dare.
After all, compared to the prince's interest, it's not a big deal that there are too many people in the palace.
My prince has already reached his current position, and his external likes and dislikes can't affect him at all.
In the temple, Pixiu who came in was a little bored, but because of the quiet atmosphere, he didn't even dare to snort, so he could only walk slowly in the Arhat Hall with small steps;
When encountering some Buddha statues with various mounts under them, they stopped and kept changing the angle and sideways to look carefully several times.
finally,
The old monk Kongyuan lowered his head,
Looking at Zheng Fan;
And Zheng Fan seemed to understand at this time, and opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time.
The old monk Kongyuan has been completely different since he came back from the snowy field. The old monk before, showed his frivolity on his face, and often said that "there is no choice but to do so because of the pressure of swords and soldiers".
But it is actually like detoxification, the poison is all outside.
After a life and death, no, almost a death, as if washed under a waterfall, there is quite a sense of deja vu, and it seems to be a different person from before.
The old monk Kongyuan showed a benevolent smile on his face, and under the candlelight of the Buddhist hall enshrining the longevity tablet of King Pingxi behind him, he looked very devout.
After the eyes of the two met,
The old monk Kongyuan seemed to know what Prince Pingxi wanted to ask when he came here;
And Prince Pingxi,
It seems that he also knows what the old monk Kongyuan wants to answer.
The feeling in the dark is so real.
In this case,
Zheng Fan got up from the chair, turned around, and walked out.
Enough sitting, it's time to go back.
He was a little thankful, thankful that he had made the decision to build this temple at the beginning, and it was nice to have a place to sit in a cool and refreshing manner.
Maybe middle-aged people have similar problems,
Home is a haven, but sometimes you are eager to escape from it for a short time.
Paixiu sensed the owner's desire to leave, so he took the initiative to end the contest with Arhat's mount,
He approached Zheng Fan.
It has a fiery temper, and it doesn't want to stay in this quiet environment that dare not be broken any longer. It wants to go back to its own shack in the palace, and beat a few on the thick haystack exuding sunshine. Get out.
The old monk Kongyuan asked at this time:
"My lord, what if the world is still uncertain?"
Zheng Fan stopped walking outwards, but did not look back, and replied:
"That king is the black horse."
Dark horse?
horse?
Pixiu felt that he had been insulted, and looked at his master aggrievedly;
Is it because I'm not good enough? You actually miss the horses outside?
And don't choose white,
Choose black!
Pixiu is a little nervous and a little restless;
Its brain is indeed psychic, and it can understand human speech, but it has not yet reached the level where it can understand jifeng.
At this time, Zheng Fan continued to walk out.
The old monk Kongyuan threw the broom he had been holding for a long time into the well. The well was not deep, and soon he heard the sound of splashes;