Xiao Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly stuffed the small bun into her mouth, wiped her hands, picked up the piece of paper, opened it and said: "What my adoptive father gave me was also the top mental method of the cultivation sect. It was me before." I didn’t work that hard, but now I’m much more serious..."
She started to read the simplified version of the scripture given to her by Song Yu. When she encountered something that she didn't understand, she frowned slightly at first, and then her expression became serious.
There were only a few words about "The Secret of Luck", so she read it quickly.
He said with some surprise: "I said that I feel that Xue Qi and the others are not weak at all. Your inner strength and mental skills are very powerful!"
"Well, do you want to try this?" Song Yu asked.
"Okay! I won't say thank you to you!" Xiao Qing said happily with crooked eyebrows.
"I won't say thank you to you anymore," Song Yu glanced at the intelligence information from various places on her desk, "You don't need to pay too much attention to this matter, I..."
"That's not okay! You don't know how hateful those people are!" Xiao Qing blurted out, and then added: "I'm not just trying to help you!"
Carefully folding the piece of paper with the simplified version of the scripture written on it and putting it away, he looked at Song Yu and explained seriously: "This is also my responsibility in the Demon Supervision Department."
Song Yu was about to speak when a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Seven or eight people hurriedly arrived at the courtyard where Feng Zike's Silver Medal Mansion was located.
The leader is none other than Yan Yan, the gold medal leader of Jianghu Science and Technology.
"Song Yu, are you finally willing to come over?"
Yan Yan looked at Song Yu's crimson official robe and narrowed his eyes slightly. This guy was so young, but he was at the same level as him so quickly. Fortunately, his identity in the Demon Supervisor Department was still just the silver medal manager. , if we can’t deal with him as soon as possible, maybe...
"Is Song Xuanzheng here?"
At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from outside.
"Congratulations, Master Yu, congratulations to Master Yu! We are here to congratulate you again!" The familiar young eunuch, accompanied by several officials from the Ministry of Etiquette, came in happily from outside.
Without even looking at Yan Yan, the gold medal leader of Jianghu Branch, he casually unfolded an imperial edict: "The officials have said that there is no need to prepare tables, incense burners, and complicated etiquette. Everything should be kept simple. Song Xuanzheng, please accept the edict!"
Song Yu stood up and came out in confusion.
"The Emperor of Heaven Chengyun issued an edict that Song Yu, the special imperial envoy and Xuanzheng official, had meritorious service in welcoming the Northern Qi envoy. His character was loyal, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and his literary and military skills were first-class... He was granted the title of Zhengsi-level Chengxuan envoy, and because of his writing For the sake of heaven and earth... the river is red, boosting the morale of the countrymen... killing the greatest swordsman genius in the Northern Qi Dynasty in front of the palace, promoting the prestige of our country, and making great contributions to the country. He is named the son of Hanjiang County, and the post of imperial envoy is retained at the same time, and he can patrol on behalf of the officials. Each locality has supervision, supervision, and disposal authority..."
This time the imperial edict is relatively long and eloquent.
The group of people present, including Song Yu himself, only read one word from it——
Favor!
He is simply the kind of person who is pampered to the point of being lawless!
What time limit? nonexistent!
Crossed the level?
If it weren't for the strong opposition from the officials and Song Yu's lack of military experience, the officials would have wanted to push Song Yu to the position of general of the guards of the third rank.
It has been more than twenty years since the founding of Southern Zhao, and Lin'an has been the capital for more than ten years. Except for a large number of titles given out at the founding of the country, there have been very few titles given out over the years.
The official plan this time was to directly confer Song Yu the title of Hanjiang Bo, but it was somewhat unable to stop the excited court officials.
Not only people from Chu Qinghui's group were opposed, but most of the officials who were impressed by Song Yu Hengqu's four sentences and Man Jianghong also disagreed.
Without it.
Song Yu is too young!
And if you have no great contribution to the country, it will be difficult to convince the public!
This thing is not something that your official said he would do. Everyone has to believe it, right?
If Song Yu can kill the enemy in the future Northern Expedition, lead his troops to open up new territories, and win back all the lost territory in Northern Zhao, no one will dare to say anything even if he is granted the title of king, let alone an uncle.
So what people see now... the imperial edict that favors Song Yu to heaven is actually extremely reduced and the result of compromise when the officials are very dissatisfied.
It would be really scary to show the imperial edict originally prepared by the officials.
In the words of Prime Minister Chu Qinghui -
"Even the Eastern Palace has not granted such a seal. Now you have sealed a young man who is less than twenty years old to such an extent. If he makes great achievements in the future, how will you seal him?"
This sounds reasonable, but to the officials, he is about to become the only founding monarch in history who died after "rebuilding the old mountains and rivers". Why the hell would he care about this?
Therefore, despite the fierce opposition of many people, the officials still gritted their teeth and retained Song Yu, the imperial envoy who was "one level above the official level" and was responsible for the affairs of the state of Zhao.
Someone even made a special envoy's seal for Song Yu, and as the imperial edict was issued, it was announced to the officials in all parts of the Zhao Kingdom.
"I just want to hang a sharp sword over some people's heads!"
On this matter, Chu Xiang and his family did not have much objection.
They hoped that Song Yu would get out of Lin'an Mansion quickly. After all, it would be very difficult to attack him in the capital.
Only by going out will you have more opportunities.
Song Yu took the imperial edict with both hands and asked Jiang Lingyun, who came to watch the excitement, to help entertain the young eunuch and several officials from the Ministry of Etiquette. He put away the imperial edict scroll and looked at Yan Yan, the gold medal leader of Jianghu Science and Technology who was already stunned. : "Commander Yan sent people to look for me at home a few days ago, and today he came here in a hurry. But what's important?"
"No, no, I just came to see you." How can you not bow to the powerful?
Just necessary and unnecessary.
The Holy Family of Song Yu is so prosperous that it reaches beyond the sky. Even if he had the intention to deal with Song Yu, with this imperial edict, he would have no excuses.
Still the silver medal manager of the Demon Supervision Department? Yes, but do you dare to care?
"It doesn't matter. You see, I'm just a fourth-rank propaganda envoy, only one rank higher than the fifth rank, and my title is only a small viscount. The officials say they won't let me go and let me continue to be an imperial envoy. ...But in fact, my heart is still in our Demon Supervision Department! I am still the silver-medal manager under Commander Yan... If you have any orders, please don't be polite, I will lower my rank..."
Yan Yan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to slap Song Yu on the face.
The little Zhengsipinxuanxian? Little Viscount? An unwilling imperial envoy? Why don’t you fucking die!
He bowed his hands in front of Song Yu and saluted: "Song Xuancheng, please don't offend me. I don't dare to order you to do things! Farewell!"
Saying that, he turned around and left.
The few people around him didn't even dare to take another look at Song Yu. He was only nineteen years old and he was already in the fourth rank. At this rate, he might not be pushed to the third rank by the end of the year.
A purple-robed official under twenty years old? !
crazy!
The officials are crazy!
All the officials in the court went crazy!
In terms of official rank, a fourth-grade Chengxuan Envoy is already on the same level as the Chief Superintendent of the Demon Supervision Department!
Who dares to assign tasks to him?
Who is this prince of the Demon Supervisory Department?
He is clearly the young ancestor of the Demon Supervisor Division!
Seeing those people leaving in despair, Xiao Qing burst into laughter and looked at Song Yu: "Congratulations!"
As he spoke, he took out one of the materials he had compiled and handed it to Song Yu: "Take a look at this first."
Song Yu took it and said with a smile: "It's nothing more than the official's trust. You can go back and take a rest after breakfast. You have worked hard these past few days. Maybe I will disappear for a while."
Xiao Qing was slightly startled at first, then showed a look of contemplation, nodded and said: "That's fine, it's best that no one can find you when you disappear, and wait until this wave of limelight passes..."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but shake her head and said: "Forget it, it looks like it won't pass. Let's wait until you are strong enough and your adoptive father comes back. Everything will be fine."
Song Yu frowned slightly, looked at the information in his hand, and nodded: "You should also be more careful."
Xiao Qing said: "The eldest princess mentioned to me two days ago that many masters have appeared in Lin'an Mansion recently."
Song Yu said: "I know, I will be careful."
Then he went to the living room with a calm face, handed a banknote to the young eunuch, and sealed big red envelopes to several officials from the Ministry of Etiquette.
After sending them away, he then left the Demon Supervision Department without taking a carriage or letting the group of forbidden troops follow.
In broad daylight, in Lin'an City, if a top master wanted to assassinate him, a dozen forbidden troops would be of no use; if it were an ordinary desperado, he could kill them all with one strike.
Yes, he came out today without Ye Sanniang's sword. There was a knife hanging on his waist.
He planned to meet with the eldest princess to discuss the opening of the martial arts gym, but before that, he had to meet with someone first.
A person who was mentioned repeatedly in the information Xiao Qing just gave him.
…
…
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In a dilapidated blacksmith shop, crisp sounds kept coming.
The location of the blacksmith shop is relatively remote. It is located at the end of a small alley. It is surrounded by large warehouses and the like. There are almost no homes and very few people.
If you open it here, you won't disturb others.
The owner of this blacksmith shop is nicknamed Wang Dachui.
He is over sixty years old this year, but his body is still strong. On a hot day, he is shirtless, with a sinewy face and a ferocious face. He is waving a hammer in his hand and pointing at a sword held in a long iron pincer in his left hand. The embryos were smashed one after another.
Sparks flew everywhere.
This is Chu Yi, the second son of the Prime Minister of Chu, who spent a lot of money to commission him to build a peerless sword!
This iron is not iron, but meteorite iron from outside!
Wang Dachui has forged many top-notch magic weapons in his life. Even though his blacksmith shop is old and shabby, the people who can really enter his shop are always either rich or noble.
He didn't take the ordinary jobs, black and white blacksmithing, but he almost never opened the door.
This piece of meteorite is probably the best weapon material he has ever seen in his life!
As expected of the young master of the Prime Minister's family, he is so powerful that he can get such good things.
I remember that I made a knife for Lin Hui, the deceased North Road transportation deputy envoy. It was also forged from meteorite, but unfortunately, with Lin Hui's death, the knife was also lost.
Once this sword is finished, it will probably be the most satisfying piece of work in his life!
Even a grandmaster can kill an owl with one sword! ——
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(End of chapter)
