When Cui Yongping was in a dilemma, the door of Tai Chi Palace slowly opened.
As the chamberlain sang loudly, the courtiers entered one after another in order, which relieved Cui Yongping's embarrassment.
However, Cui Yongping felt that he had lost all his face in this life.
If I hadn't already arrived at the gate of Tai Chi Hall, I would have pretended to be sick and not attend today's court meeting.
More importantly, today's court meeting is mainly to deal with Yang Fan, who has made him lose face. Cui Yongping also wants to miss it. He also wants to regain the place for just now.
Then his eyes involuntarily drifted to the purple-robed official in front.
He saw a burly middle-aged man smiling and nodding towards him, apparently Duan Zhixuan, Duke of Bao.
However, he did not see the fat figure of Changsun Wuji, which made Cui Yongping slightly disappointed and muttered to himself.
Did Duan Zhixuan lie to him?
Didn't you already agree to deal with Yang Fan together at the court meeting today?
But he soon felt relieved, in his opinion, even without Changsun Wuji's help.
The aristocratic families and upstarts they had contacted were enough to give Yang Fan a drink.
Taking a deep breath, Cui Yongping shook off his robe as if relieved, and walked slowly towards the hall.
In the Taiji Hall, even in the clear sky and daylight, the inside looks a little dark.
After a crowd of officials walked into the palace, the atmosphere became increasingly heavy, almost like a gloom before a storm.
After entering the palace, Yang Fan consciously stood behind Li Daozong. With his official rank, Yang Fan was not qualified to stand so close to the front.
There is no way, who asked the chamberlain to arrange it like this!
Therefore, Yang Fan's red official robe is particularly conspicuous among the purple official uniforms in the front.
After standing up, Yang Fan glanced out of the corner of his eye. Cui Yongping, who should have been not far from him, was already five meters away from him.
The positions in that area are all fourth-grade officials.
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth curved slightly, and he smiled inwardly.
This kind of idiot who thinks he is superior to others and likes to find trouble is annoying to look at, so stay away from him to avoid being an eyesore.
Obviously, Cui Yongping also saw Yang Fan's smile and thought that Yang Fan looked down on him!
Suddenly his teeth were itching with anger, and his old face became a little distorted, completely losing his usual elegant aura of a scholarly family.
Seeing Cui Yongping's eyes widening, Yang Fan was a little confused.
However, Yang Fan had no time to worry about the old man Cui Yongping, and slowly moved his eyes towards the Tai Chi Hall.
The huge Tai Chi Hall suddenly seemed crowded as hundreds of people poured in.
If it is a normal court meeting, civil and military officials usually stand in rows.
Today is special, so there are eight rows of people standing in the hall.
Civil and military officials and nobles stood in four rows, leaving only a two-meter passage in the middle.
Although there were a large number of people, no one spoke. It was as quiet as a secluded forest, so it looked solemn and solemn.
Yang Fan turned his head slightly and could see the officials standing at the front of each column.
Among the four rows of officials on the right, the leaders are Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, Wei Zheng, Xiao Yu...
On the left, Prince Li Chengqian and others led the way.
What surprised Yang Fan the most was that a thin old man in Tang suit actually stood at the front of the line of generals.
Even proud generals such as Yu Chigong and Cheng Yaojin lined up behind him, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction on their faces.
Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly guess, could this be Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty?
In Yang Fan's opinion, in the entire Tang Dynasty, only a figure like Li Jing could convince this group of rebellious military attachés.
Before Yang Fan could take a closer look, the thin old man who was concentrating with his eyes closed glanced back towards Yang Fan as if he had telepathy.
When their eyes met, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel shocked.
The thin old man's hair is a little gray, but it is neatly arranged.
The slanting handsome eyebrows can predict his heroic appearance in his youth.
Containing sharp black eyes, thin and pursed lips, sharp outlines, and a slender but not rugged figure, like an eagle in the dark night?
Leng Aohu is clear, elegant and gentle, and he exudes an aura of arrogance in the world when he is alone.
Although he looks a bit old, his sword-like temperament makes people shudder.
The thin old man smiled slightly at Yang Fan, nodded, and turned back.
After the shock, Yang Fan opened his mouth happily, and became more certain in his heart that this person must be the military god Li Jing.
I just don’t know why it seems like the other person knows him. Yang Fan searches the memory in his mind, but he has never seen him before.
In any case, it can be seen from the eyes that the other party does not have any malicious intent.
Of course Li Daozong also noticed Li Jing's behavior.
Yang Fan is the only young man who can make this military god who once dominated the world and have unparalleled talents show such a kind smile!
Li Daozong sighed with envy. Not only did Yang Fan gain the favor of the Holy Emperor, but he was also so lucky to be favored by the retired military god.
You know, back then Hou Junji used various means and even asked His Majesty Li Er to plead for mercy, but Li Jing never gave Hou Junji a good look.
But to be honest, Li Daozong actually admires Yang Fan. Although this kid seems to be unruly and hits people randomly at every turn, he actually sticks to the final bottom line.
Everything you do is within your control, and you will never do anything you cannot end.
For young people, it can be said to be extremely rare.
In terms of courage, ability, and means, he can be called the leader of the younger generation.
The way to be an official is not like that of a little kid who has just entered the officialdom.
After all, not long after he took office as the Minister of Rites, he was able to twist the Ministry of Rites into a rope. This is not ordinary courage.
If Yang Fan knew that he had received such high praise from Li Daozong, he wouldn't know whether to cry or laugh.
After all, he is just a hands-off shopkeeper, and most of the work is done by the guy from Li Yifu.
After a while, Li Shimin, wearing a yellow dragon robe and a crown of heaven, arrived belatedly.
Walking calmly, Da Ma Jin Dao sat directly on the dragon chair, his eyes slowly swept over the ministers, showing no anger and authority, showing his domineering attitude, sweeping all directions.
Yang Fan pursed his lips, feeling that His Majesty Li Er was very good at pretending.
Even with his critical eye, he can score above 95 points.
It can be said with certainty that those stars who played emperors in later generations could not even imitate one percent of this emperor's aura.
But those people are still self-righteous and complacent.
How pathetic!
Sure enough, no matter what, if you have not experienced it, it is fake!
At this time, Wei Zheng slowly stepped out of the queue and shouted in a high-pitched voice with a somewhat stooped posture: "Go to court, all officials should be silent!"
As the minister's minister, he usually supported the court meetings.
Although today is just a routine meeting of officials and lords, the procedures are similar.
Everyone bowed and saluted, paid three obeisances to the emperor, and shouted: "The Tang Dynasty will be prosperous and may your Majesty live forever!"
Li Shimin looked solemn, waved his hand, and said loudly: "My dear friends, no courtesy!"
In the Tang Dynasty, the ceremony for emperors and ministers to meet was actually very simple and humane. There was no such thing as the three-kneel-nine-kowtow ritual of later generations.
Not to mention the ugliness of a prostrate minister, he looked as arrogant and confident as a lord of heaven.
Knowing its nature after seeing its actions, this is the magnanimity of the Celestial Empire!
