At the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet, all nobles, officials of the seventh rank and above in the capital, as well as wives of various families, will go to the palace to attend the banquet.
Today, Jia Baoyu took off his usual red robe and changed into a blue civil official robe, which was a novelty for everyone.
At the beginning of Yuanchun's pregnancy, Bao Er Ye was given the title of Cheng Zhilang and Hanlin Taizhao by the emperor, which meant he had an official status.
This year's Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet was his first time to attend a royal banquet. However, Mr. Bao is not very willing. He prefers to play with his sisters instead of going to the "stinky man's" party...
As the person with the highest seniority, highest rank, and highest status in Ningrong and Ningren, the old lady naturally put on a full set of super-grade imperial uniforms and got into the carriage with the help of Mrs. Xing.
Also riding in the car was Daiyu, the lord of Wen'an County, and beside him were his nephew Jia Jing, his son Jia Zheng, and his two grandchildren Jia Cong and Baoyu who were riding horses.
The procession was huge, marching all the way to the palace gate.
There were so many people entering the palace for the banquet today that there was a spectacle of carriages blocking Zhengyang Street.
"Zheng'er..."
"Mother?"
Before the palace door opened, the old lady suddenly opened the curtain and called Jia Zheng to come forward and speak.
"Don't mention the court affairs at the banquet today!"
Jia Zheng frowned, he already had a plan. Today there is a royal banquet for the officials, and people from the Dongping Palace are bound to come. He plans to impeach the palace, and he must bring down the Qian family.
The old lady knew what was going on as soon as she saw her son's expression. Just as she was about to stop him sternly, she sounded the whip three times when the palace door slowly opened.
She had no choice but to give Jia Jing a few words of advice, asking him to look at Mr. Zizheng, a passionate gentleman.
As usual, the female family members went to Cining Palace to meet Empress Dowager Cao. The men lined up according to their official rank and went straight to the Fengtian Hall to wait in separate seats.
Jia Cong, a junior official but a senior official, was wearing a purple robe and mixed in with a group of young old men, sitting together with Jia Jing and Jia Zheng. Baoyu, Liu Xianglian and other young men were sitting near the palace door, talking and laughing quietly.
Before the Second Saint came over, the atmosphere in the palace was relaxed and cheerful. Everyone gathered with people they had good relationships with, and from time to time they heard loud laughter that attracted attention.
"The saint has arrived, His Majesty has arrived..."
"I respectfully welcome the saint, and respectfully welcome His Majesty, long live, long live, long live!"
"I will give you a seat if you are flat."
After three cheers of long live, everyone raised their eyes and moved forward after hearing Xia Shouzhong's voice.
hiss!
Before Xie En could sit down, there was a sound of surprise in the hall.
Jia Cong noticed that his cousin and second uncle had shocked expressions on their faces. Following their gazes, he saw that on the left side of the two saints were Crown Prince Liu Hong and Fifth Prince Liu Shuo.
On the right side stood a person he didn't recognize. He was wearing a red python robe with gold patterns and a purple gold crown. His face was 30% to 40% similar to the emperor's.
"Why is it him?"
Jia Jing couldn't help but think to himself, Jia Zheng was in the same situation.
"Uncle, second uncle, who is he?"
"The second son of the saint, the deposed King Liu Yi!"
ah?
Jia Cong also opened his mouth. It was so fantasy, this person actually left the imperial mausoleum!
Conversations like this happened almost everywhere in the palace. The appearance of Prince Jing at today's banquet really surprised everyone.
Liu Yi showed no surprise or joy on his face. After helping the saint sit down, he cupped his hands with the emperor, stepped down and sat down on the throne of King Zhongshun Liu Ke.
The sage smiled and waved to the ministers: "Sit down, sit down... I don't care about the weather, it's a good time in the world. There is no distinction between monarch and minister in the palace today, you all will drink with me!"
It seems that the saint is in a good mood, and the ministers in the palace will not hesitate to ask why, which makes people unhappy.
Perhaps Liu Yi's sudden appearance disrupted Mr. Zheng's thoughts. After three rounds of singing and dancing, and three rounds of drinking, he did not get up, ruining the cheerful atmosphere in the palace.
The monarchs and ministers exchanged cups. Jia Cong suppressed his curiosity and followed Liu Hong with several East Palace officials to toast several imperial uncles, cabinet bachelors, and governor's mansion bosses.
After a lap, Jia Cong was already a little dizzy...
After the toasting session was over, the two saints left Fengtian Hall, and the joyful atmosphere in the hall was pushed to a climax.
"Master Xiao Jia, the saint calls you over."
Jia Cong followed the little eunuch out of the hall in a daze, passed through the Nine Dragon Wall and entered the Dragon Head Palace.
As soon as he entered the palace gate, he was pushed to the wall by a big cat. Its big paws were put on his shoulders, and its furry head was pushed towards his chest.
Jia Cong pushed the big cat's head aside, and Liu Hong came over and said with a smile: "The general has been detained these days, and he has been waiting for you to come and pick him up to play at your house."
"Ouch..."
"Every time it comes to my place, my kitchen will suffer. My sister Xi has been led wild by it, and she thinks about riding a tiger to hunt every day."
The two walked into the Huangji Palace talking and laughing. There were only three emperors, father and son in the palace.
"Grandpa Huang, Brother Cong is here."
"I, Jia Cong, pay my respects to the saint, your majesty, and Jing... er, this master."
Jia Cong really didn't know how to address the deposed King Jing, so he simply said hello.
"Jia Enhou's son?"
Liu Yi stared at Jia Cong and looked him up and down, then slapped Jia Cong on the shoulder.
Snap, snap, snap...
"My body and bones are okay, but I'm a bit of a martial artist."
As he spoke, he raised and lowered his hands, patting and pinching them. It was to check the bones, but it was better to say that he was taking the opportunity to hit someone.
Jia Cong bared his teeth and grinned. This guy's hands must be rolling with iron.
Jia Cong, who was a little shorter after being photographed, raised his head and said to the "Iron King": "If you continue to photograph me, I will lie down. I don't have eighteen thousand taels, so don't try to get me up!" "
Hey……
Liu Yi let Jia Cong go, turned around and smiled at the Second Saint, saying, "This scoundrel looks exactly like Jia Enhou."
The saint glanced at his second son and said, "Okay, if you want revenge, go to Jia She. What does it look like to bully a child?"
"Revenge? What revenge?"
Jia Cong blurted out a question. The saint did not act as the Riddler this time. He called Jia Cong to him and said, "Your father beat him before, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to beat him back."
ah?
He turned his gaze to the emperor who was twitching at the corner of his mouth. Unexpectedly, the emperor glared at him, as if he had remembered something bad.
"Don't look at the fourth child. He was also beaten by your father."
ah?
When the saint said this, Jia Cong felt like he was about to burst!
The emperor curled his lips and said faintly: "It's not because of the support you gave him. Apart from eldest brother, who hasn't been punched by Marquis Jia En?"
snort!
The saint snorted coldly and retorted disdainfully: "You don't live up to your expectations. If you lose the fight, do you still want your father and me to help you fight back? I can't afford to lose that face!"
This melon is so scary to eat!
After doing this for a long time, Dad beat up all the "second generation emperors", "second generation princes" and "second generation officials" in the capital...
No wonder my father has gained a reputation as a ruthless gangster. No one in the capital dares to offend him. This is all achieved with a pair of fists.
Jia Cong stared at his fists and fell into deep thought. It seemed... or... this was a really good idea!
"Okay, that old boy Jia She is not here. If you tell Jia Jing to come, the target is too big, so let's use the little fat guy to make up for it. Fourth brother, let's get down to business!"
After the sage finished lecturing his son, he put away the joking on his face, and the emperor, Liu Yi, and Liu Hong all sat upright.
Jia Cong and Liu Hong acted as tea boys, delivering tea to the three bosses.
The emperor asked someone to fetch a map in the direction of Liaodong. He first talked about the recent situation in Liaodong, and then turned his attention to Liu Yi, who was looking thoughtful.
"My second brother was guarding Jinzhou back then and knew the situation in Liaodong best. Will the Jurchens in Liaodong really pose a threat to Daxia in the future?"
Liu Yi thought for a moment and nodded.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember?
When the Liaodong Jurchen tribes came to Beijing to pay tribute in the 21st year of Zhaowu's reign, how many sets of armor did they have? "
"Thirteenth officer."
These thirteen pieces of armor were awarded to the Jurchen leaders by Emperor Taizong when they assisted Taizong in conquering Wala.
It is said that it was enshrined in the sweat tent by the Jurchen tribes, and was enshrined together with the tablets of the chiefs of the Jurchen tribes.
Just listen to Liu Yi continue to say: "In the 42nd year of Zhaowu, when I inspected Liaodong, I found that the Haixi Jurchen tribe alone had 20,000 soldiers and no less than 50,000 string controllers. Liaodong is not a deserted place. , the Qian family, relying on their ability to guard Liaodong, often made deals with the Jurchens..."
trade what? Salt, tea, and of course ironware, which was banned by the imperial court.
At this point, Jia Cong has already tasted the flavor.
This deposed King Liu Yi was very dissatisfied with the Qian family.
"Father, even my second brother has said this. No matter whether it is the Jurchens or the Qian family, I feel that I have to be on guard."
This is a bit of a slap in the face of the saint, because the Jurchen's prosperity is related to his indulgence.
The saint waved his hands with a cold face and said, "Now that you are the emperor of Daxia, you can do whatever you want without asking me."
The emperor thought to himself, I am just waiting for your words.
He bowed his hand to the dark-faced saint, and then said to Liu Yi: "Second brother, I have to trouble you to take action on this matter..."
"Me? What can I do as a deposed commoner? There are so many civil servants and generals in the court..."
Liu Yi looked decadent, thinking that he was also a majestic general king back then. Alas, what a mistake that will lead to eternal hatred!
The emperor interrupted Liu Yi's decadence: "When it comes to leading troops in war, which one of us brothers can be better than the second brother? Besides, who is as familiar with Liaodong and the people in the court as the second brother? Does the second brother really intend to stay in the imperial mausoleum all his life? ?」
To say that Liu Yi has no intention of moving, the melon-eating duo Liu Hong and Jia Cong don’t believe it.
But this incident was a bit unexpected. Liu Hong didn't even know the reason why the Second Sage ordered Liu Yi to return to Beijing, let alone Liu Yi, who was only ordered to enter the palace this afternoon.
Does the emperor really want to let him out? How is this possible? You have to know that he really led troops into the imperial city back then...
"But, I am a guilty person..."
The emperor smiled: "The second brother was deceived by the third brother, thinking that I imprisoned and killed my father. Moreover, when the second brother saw my father and the empress, he ordered to stop the siege and apologized. Have you? With the advantage that second brother had back then, as long as second brother didn’t give the order to stop entering the palace, maybe I would be the one sitting on the dragon throne, and it wouldn’t be me.”
Another royal secret, the duo of Jia Cong and Liu Hong are enjoying themselves.
"His Majesty……"
Liu Yi couldn't help but blush when she thought of her impulse back then.
In the winter of the forty-ninth year of Zhaowu's reign, he suddenly received a secret letter from his third brother Liu Cong. It is said that the fourth brother Liu Heng imprisoned his father, killed his eldest brother Liu Xun, and led the Liaodong army secretly back to the capital in anger.
With the help of Liu Cong, he invaded the capital and fought all the way to the imperial city. Only in the end did he realize that Liu Cong had deceived him.
When he stormed the imperial city, Liu Cong actually conspired with his mother and concubine to open the gate of the North Palace, and took advantage of the opportunity when the imperial army had no time to care, and entered the Dragon Head Palace.
If Habayashi Lang hadn't risked his life to stop the regicide, I'm afraid he would have become a sinner through the ages.
Later, the Supreme Emperor appeared in front of the two armies, and Liu Yi realized that he had been fooled. While giving the order to stop the siege, he invited himself to the palace to apologize.
The Liaodong army and the Imperial Army worked together to put down the rebellion. Liu Cong would not have died. Basically, as before, his title was revoked and he was imprisoned for life.
But Liu Yi suddenly slashed his brother with a knife, which solved a personal problem for the emperor.
Scenes of past events flashed through Liu Yi's mind, and the palace fell into an eerie silence.
After a long time, the emperor sighed deeply: "Please ask my second brother to come out and help me. Southern Xinjiang has become a mess, and Hexi is not very stable. The British Duke wants to guard the capital, and Jia She will be back in southern Xinjiang for a while. If you don’t come, the older generation of generals are too old, and the younger generation has not yet risen. Nowadays, the government is in a state of decline. After thinking about it, I can’t
The second brother is the most suitable. "
The emperor suffered a misfortune, but what he said was true.
Military generals are different from civil servants. Poor civil servants and rich military commanders are a money-consuming matter.
There are few military generals in Daxia who are from poor families, and most of them have martial arts passed down from noble families. Except for Jia She, Jia Jing, Feng Tang, etc., most of the older generation are over sixty years old.
Like the British Duke Zhang Yue, it is true that the old man is the pillar of the country, but he is old, and letting him go to the bitter cold land of Liaodong is no different from sending death.
As for the younger generation, there are many who are brave, but at most they can lead troops into battle. Can the Second Saint rest assured when an army of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands is handed over to these little bastards?
well!
Liu Yi raised her head and looked at the saint with questioning eyes. After seeing him nod, she finally sighed and asked, "What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?"
The emperor planned to invite Liu Yi to go to Liaodong, and the reason why Jia Cong came to Longshou Palace was not just to let him eat.
Things in Liaodong cannot be circumvented by Jia Daishan's arrangements. Previously, the Jia family gave the emperor a list that had been arranged for more than 20 years, which was the reason why Jia Cong was ordered to come here.
Liu Yi quickly adapted to the change of status, took the list handed over by the emperor, read it carefully, and said with emotion: "The Xianrong Kingdom deserves to be the most loyal minister of Great Xia. With this list, in two years at most, we will be able to completely Liaodong was pacified."
"I'm ashamed to say that, my second brother will probably get a lot of infamy when he goes here..."
The emperor couldn't hide the shame on his face, but he saw that Liu Yi didn't care about this at all. He shook his head and replied: "I don't care about the name of the butcher. No matter whether it is the Qian family or the Jurchen family, as long as you treat the Liu family's If there is a threat to the country, I will not hold back. Back then, even the third child..."
"Dick!"
"Second brother!"
The two saints suddenly stopped Liu Yi by drinking at the same time, which made Jia Cong and Liu Hong feel itchy.
But this matter seems to be very serious, and the two saints don't want others to know. Liu Yi closed his mouth and concentrated on the list in his hand and the map on the table.
The emperor calmed down and called Jia Cong to him and said, "You should understand. When you go back, tell Jia Jing exactly what happened. The matter in Liaodong cannot be bypassed by your family. Please ask Jia Jing to write to Xianrong." The secrets laid by the country in the early years, all obey the orders of King Jing. Do you understand clearly?" Kanshu La
Fengtian Palace was in chaos, and the originally good singing and dancing had long turned into a martial arts arena.
Before Jia Cong walked into the gate of Fengtian Hall holding the imperial edict, he saw his second uncle fighting with someone. Baoyu was pinned down by someone. Lord Jing was flying to kick the person who was pressing on Baoyu... …
Seeing that his family was taking advantage, Jia Cong blinked at Liu Hong, "This... fourth brother, do you want to wait first?"
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