Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

On the open-air stands of the Seventh Mansion, specially invited actors were performing a variety show.

Zhenlong listened carefully and realized that it was the first act of "Xi'e Flying to the Moon" and the song "Dian Jiang Chun" was to be sung in the tune of Xianlü. She sang: "Howling proudly in the mist and clouds, don't worry about your reputation! In the dark years, the green mirror adds white hair!..."

The years pass in darkness, and the black mirror adds white hair.

Listening to Xi'e's singing, Zhenlong's gaze looked further and further away.

……

"The sky is clear and the sky is clear, reflecting the whole country. The most reunion night is Mid-Autumn Festival. The clothes are covered with icy colors that cannot be wiped off, and the ground is covered with water light that seems to be flowing..."

Famous songs by famous artists passed through the animal-carrying cart and reached Yuan Congqian's ears.

After passing the Seventh Mansion, the flowers are still in full bloom.

Yuan Congqian looked at the next door, where the lights were bright. If he was just a clerk in a western medicine store, an ordinary person in the outer city of the capital, it would be fine if he followed the young men to find beautiful women to buy wine and tease the girls in festive dresses.

Looking towards the dimly lit area, a blonde girl was sitting alone in the shadow of the building, eating snacks crazily, with a somewhat special temperament.

When Yuan Congqian looked at her, their eyes suddenly met for a moment.

"Congqian, this is the Minister of Rites, Lord Ning. He has been very helpful to us in answering questions from the court officials."

Yan Junyan's voice came from behind Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian lowered the roller blind and looked at the ruddy-faced middle-aged Elafia in the car.

Ning Yuanguan's antlers were larger than those of the ordinary Elafia, and his black hair was smooth and smooth, obviously well-maintained. Under his red official robe was a golden Shangshu seal and an elegant purple ribbon, exactly the attire of a first-rank Shangshu.

He is a character as upright as Minister Huang, but the scent of ink and the noble spirit of a scholar that cannot be concealed on him make him feel much more comfortable than Minister Huang.

Yan Junyan stopped talking and waited for Yuan Congqian to introduce himself to Minister Ning.

"Yuan Congqian, Right Prime Minister of the Western Medicine Bureau, greets Lord Ning."

Yuan Congqian had a good first impression of him and performed all the etiquette as a junior.

His ethnicity is Elafia, he has black hair, and his last name is Ning.

I think he should be the elder in the family of Ning Ci Qiu, the future Minister of Rites.

"What a handsome young man."

Ning Yuanguan stroked the beard on his chin, with a smile on his face as bright as spring breeze.

He could see that Yuan Congqian did not like being pulled around in a pack animal cart by a real dragon, so he said with a smile, "The real dragon ordered us to follow him to show his closeness. We will only stay in the cart for a quarter of an hour."

Yan Junyan said, "Don't worry, if you guys don't have a good time, just blame me. The emperor always consulted me in detail about where to go, but it's a pity that he didn't go to Congqian's Yunque Pavilion after all."

"It's Yuan's Yunque Pavilion, not mine."

Yuan Congqian corrected Yan Junyan's statement.

Uncle Yan's words sounded like he was a pimp. In fact, Yunque Pavilion was engaged in high-end business, closer to the star-making companies in the entertainment industry in later generations. If a talented man and a beautiful woman fell in love with each other but could not afford the betrothal gift, they could directly ask Yunque Pavilion for a loan.

Ning Yuanguan smiled as he watched Yuan Congqian and Yan Junyan bickering, and suddenly joked, "I heard that you are interested in marrying Lin Tianshi's daughter? His eldest son is in the Western Medicine Bureau, so it seems like it's a sure thing for Mr. Yuan?"

"I'm not yet an adult, and the Queen won't arrange a marriage for me, so why bother so early?"

"Although Lin Tianshi is a third-rank official in the Ministry of Rites, he never directly expresses his opinions in decision-making. He prefers to think and discuss things over and over again before making a decision. When he was in the Ministry of Rites, I often bullied him because of this."

Ning Yuanguan became a little frivolous and began to hint at Yuan Congqian in both overt and covert ways.

Lin Guangmei was a person who went with the flow and had no strong opinions. In other words, if Yuan Congqian had directly bypassed him and made a decision directly with his beloved daughter, he would definitely not have dared to express his opposition clearly.

There is an invisible gap between ministers and ministers, and between relatives and nobles.

Perhaps in Ning Yuanguan's view, it is better for the relatives of the emperor to digest and entangle with each other. Even if there is a risk of mutual alliance, it is better for the family to have no two opinions than for the relatives of the emperor to marry the important officials of the court.

Yuan Congqian didn't want to pay attention to him and just said, "I think she is not as good as Lord Ning's daughter."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Lord Ning was suddenly silenced and hit hard, and Yan Junyan and Li Cunshan also started laughing.

Yan Junyan looked at Yuan Congqian and said with a smile:

"Cong Qian, his daughter is only three years old!"

"???" Yuan Congqian immediately realized that he had said something wrong.

Telling Lao Deng that your daughter seemed to like me was a critical hit, and saying that you wanted to marry her three-year-old daughter was an even bigger blow.

Wei Yanwu shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and pointed at Yuan Congqian: "You don't even know what the descendants of the Ning family are like, and you are talking nonsense here! You really deserve to be brought up by Jun Yanshu. You are as naughty as your uncle! Or are you really targeting that three-year-old Ning girl?"

Chapter 85: Willing to Serve as the Minister of State of Wei

The conversation between Yuan Congqian and Ning Yuanguan successfully amused the slightly dull people in the car.

Ning Yuanguan's face had become extremely dark.

Although everyone knew that it was just a joke between the two old and young, it would probably be difficult to wash away the nickname of Yuan Congqian, a vicious relative of the emperor who was "plotting to take away the three-year-old Ning girl," in this circle.

The beast-carrying cart stopped just in time, putting an end to the trend of Ning Yuanguan's face becoming increasingly darker. The officer in charge of the imperial carriage had excellent skills and smoothly stopped the beast-carrying cart in front of Chongrenfang.

The real dragon and the queen, dressed in casual clothes, got off the car first and walked into Ci'en Temple to burn incense.

Yuan Congqian could take a breath at this time. Looking around, he could see a dozen strong and stable fighters hiding in the crowd, armed with swords or magic wands.

The captain of the imperial carriage, who was carrying a magic staff and a long sword, was responsible for directly protecting the real dragon and following closely behind the real dragon. He gave Yuan Congqian the most dangerous feeling.

Sure enough, the drivers who drive for the leaders are not simple.

"At least there is no clearing of the place, white fish and dragon clothes, it can be regarded as real joy for the people."

"Kid, who are you talking about?"

Yan Junyan gave Yuan Congqian a sidelong glance.

"I mean, where is the Shaofuqing?"

What else could Li Cunshan say? He said helplessly, "I have no objection."

Since he had nothing to do, Li Cunshan left the crowd and ran to the night market to buy some snacks.

Wei Yanwu was holding his sword, not knowing what he was thinking. He looked at Yan Junyan, feeling a little strange. Yan Junyan was the one who had the most information here, but he looked the most innocent and didn't worry about anything.

A guard came over from a distance and saluted Yuan Congqian and Wei Yanwu:

"Right Prime Minister, Duke Wei. Ci'en Temple invites you."

Yuan Congqian and Wei Yanwu looked at each other at the same time.

Even though Wei Yanwu was not really interested in that position, he knew that there would be a clear outcome between him and the Duke of Shu tonight. After Zhenlong realized that the competition had turned from benign to vicious, he had to leave.

The Duke of Shu had never had the possibility of defeating the Duke of Wei and succeeding to the throne.

Yuan Congqian walked through the crowd and his hand was touched by a girl who came from nowhere, leaving a lingering fragrance.

Ci'en Temple also existed in Yuan Congqian's previous life. It was built by Li Zhi in memory of Empress Changsun. There was also a well-known Big Wild Goose Pagoda around it, which is a tourist attraction built by Xi'an Qujiang New District.

The bell tower, drum tower, main hall and Tushita Hall are similar to the Ci'en Temple built by Li Zhi. However, the dynasty that Da Yan mainly refers to now is the Song Dynasty, and Tang Xuanzang, who studied the scriptures, will definitely not be seen.

The real dragon and the queen are next to the white marble pedestal in the main hall, which has fewer people.

The imperial carriage captain glanced at Yuan Congqian. After he, who walked the slowest, approached, he pinched his fingers to make a seal, causing a layer of misty water mist to cover the few people, and the voices of the crowd disappeared instantly.

Yuan Gongpei held a snack in his hand, ignoring the men in front of him and enjoying himself.

Yuan Congqian laughed in her heart. After all, it was her son who was made the crown prince, which was reasonable. It was not right for Zhenlong to be made Duke of Wei and Duke of Shu respectively.

Zhenlong looked at himself, Wei Yanwu, and just held his hand.

"Were you injured?"

"The emperor has already asked about this in Xiyuan."

Wei Yanwu stared at the white marble slab beneath his feet and answered in a muffled voice.

The real dragon did not take it as an offense and asked another question: "If the person is found tonight, what will you do?"

"Behead him and settle accounts with the clan."

Wei Yanwu gave his answer without hesitation.

After noticing the calm gaze of the real dragon, he hesitated for a moment before adding with a slightly lack of confidence: "The mastermind will be beheaded and his property confiscated, and all the accomplices will be exiled to Dahuang City and not allowed to leave. At the same time, their origin documents will be destroyed."

The real dragon looked at Yuan Congqian.

Yuan Congqian also gave his answer without further ado:

"The barbarians. Their heads have spread to all four regions, especially Longmen."

Even though he was the one who attacked Wei Yanwu, and not even Wei Yanwu and Zhenlong could escape when it came to the three tribes, he was quite confident when he mentioned the Yi tribe, with hatred and a little bit of hesitation that Zhenlong wanted.

Wei Yanwu is still too chivalrous now, and always holds on to the idea that the affairs of the martial arts world are left to the martial arts world.

Not as ruthless as his future methods.

The real dragon nodded: "Good."

This is a basic common sense question, not a bonus question.

"You want to be the Jingzhao Yin?"

"If I were not Jingzhao Yin, could I survive?"

Wei Yanwu knew that he had answered the basic common sense question incorrectly. But he was young after all, and he had a rebellious attitude towards the real dragon in his heart. He answered the question with a question, giving an answer that was not really an answer.

Zhenlong looked at the Duke of Wei whom he had been conferred, and at the face which was extremely similar to him.

"Aren't you a chivalrous man? I broke your spine in one night."

"No discount!" Wei Yanwu raised his head, "If I were to follow the Dali Temple to investigate, I would definitely..."

"enough."

Zhenlong interrupted Wei Yanwu's military order calmly: "Add Duke Wei to Jingzhao Yin, Sili Xiaowei, and prepare for the examination next year with the Ministry of Rites. Add Duke Shu to Zhenglu Xiaowei, and supervise the bandit affairs of Jiang and Qi..."

In a century of peace, sending one's own son to fight was tantamount to directly depriving him of the right to inherit the throne.

Each heir of the Yan Kingdom would be given the title of Jingzhao Yin before being officially named the Crown Prince. In other words, from now on, there would no longer be any talk of a fight between the Duke of Wei and the Duke of Shu in the capital, unless the Duke of Shu launched a palace coup.

The real dragon looked at Yuan Congqian.

"Do you want to take over Li Cunshan's job and be promoted to Shaofu after you have enough experience in the Western Pharmacy, or do you have other plans?"

"Congqian is willing to serve as the Duke of Wei and take charge of the Si Sui Tai."

Yuan Congqian immediately bowed his head and performed a great salute.

In modern times, kneeling is rarely used in Yan State, but in such important occasions as expressing loyalty or requesting a position, kneeling is a must.

Obviously, compared with the positions divided among civil officials and scholars in the court, Simuitai, an institution independent of the court and claiming to be a system, is the most suitable for Yuan Congqian. He is also more willing to approach the representatives of the Sui Dynasty in a gentle way.

As for the current Si Sui Tai Qing Fu Tingzhao? The corpse is talking.

The real dragon's gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing into Yuan Congqian's back.

Inside Enci Temple, the only sound left was the faint noise of the surrounding crowd.

Zhenlong said slowly: "Congqian, the right chancellor of the Western Pharmacy, has made great contributions, and he is awarded a silver belt and feathers, and is named the Lieutenant General of Guide."

"As for the golden seal of the Simuitai, you can take it yourself. Don't you have the leverage over Lin Guangmei? You can make him your puppet or your father-in-law. It's all up to you. After that, with your intelligence, you will know it naturally."

"I humbly wish that Your Majesty would do whatever he wants, and I will be terrified."

"Forget it, I'm tired, so let it be."

The real dragon waved his hand, and the captain of the imperial carriage immediately dispersed the mist, and the people around him turned a blind eye to it.

Chapter 6: A Girl's Feelings Are Always Poetry (Additional Chapter )

After Zhenlong decided to confer the title of Jingzhao Yin on Wei Yanwu at Enci Temple, he seemed to age rapidly. He had little interest in the amusement rides that Yan Junyan had prepared for him and returned to the palace before You time.

If it were as usual, the real dragon would definitely follow his ministers all night long.

After the empress finished her snack and was about to board the imperial carriage, she added to Yuan Congqian lightly:

"Feng Shu is a good child, you must treat her well."

The young master Qiu Chou Fengshu did not dare to look the queen in the eye, and could only stand behind Yuan Congqian and grab his sleeves.

Looking at her original Shao Changqiu, the queen smiled and closed the door of the beast-cart.

Wei Yanwu, Yan Junyan, and Li Cunshan all lived in the Seventh Mansion, in the same block, and only needed to walk a few hundred steps further north. The Yuan residence was in Anlefang, in the southern part of the inner city, and needed to go all the way south to say goodbye to everyone directly at Enci Temple.

"What should I do? Should I just walk back?"