The early autumn night is slightly cool.

Zhao Zhen just lay down for two hours and no longer had sleepiness.

He quietly got up and dressed himself.

When he pushed open the door, the eunuch who was dozing outside was startled and scolded: "What's the noise? The official is resting! Get out!"

When he opened his eyes and saw that it was Zhao Zhen who had walked out by himself, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and whispered: "The official family... is a small guilty."

Two lanterns were hung next to them, and the light of the lanterns sprinkled on the ground softly.

Zhao Zhen frowned and said, "You must be kind, don't scold people."

The eunuch rested on the ground and apologized.

Zhao Zhen sighed: "The ground is cold, get up."

Gradually, there were more people around, and various washing tools were delivered.

After some busy schedule, Zhao Zhen started having breakfast.

Ordinary people must eat a lot of breakfast and eat enough, otherwise they will not be able to get in the afternoon.

But the emperor is naturally different, he can eat three or four meals a day.

He slowly ate breakfast, and Chen Zhongheng said, "It's still early for the official family, why don't you... take a nap?"

Zhao Zhen shook his head and said, "I saw the Mangshan Army performing that day, and it was amazing. Chen An said that the Song army was short of breath, and he wanted to make up for that aura..."

Chen Zhongheng thinks this matter...what can I get rid of my anger in half a month?

Seeing that he looked disbelief, Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "You don't understand. That's..."

He raised his head slightly, his eyes showing memories: "Hundreds of people are like one, and that momentum is really amazing. There are fewer people, tens of thousands of people... Can he do it? If it can be done, I hope to see the expression of the Liao envoy."

Chen Zhongheng said: "I will stare at him at that time."

"good!"

...

Today's morning court is gone.

The Song Dynasty was founded for so many years and Zhao Zhen ascended the throne for so many years, and the number of times the morning dynasty was cancelled was very few.

Fu Bi came early.

The people also got up early.

The yamen runners in Kaifeng Prefecture were screaming: "Every household has gotten up, business has stopped, and they all come out to stand!"

"Early early in the morning... it's not dawn! Is this crazy?"

"No await!"

"The officials are about to rise, there are many sergeants outside."

Countless people got up cursingly, and then walked to the street with sleepy eyes.

Rows of sergeants began to enter the inner city.

It was dark and these soldiers were also cursing.

"I don't say anything, I'm called up in the middle of the night. What's the matter!"

"Many people! This is...Is this the official family going to travel?"

"Officials never like to disturb the people when traveling, so they would not have such a big formation."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, stand well! stand well!"

Teams of soldiers began to line up along the Suzaku Gate and blocked the people.

Fu Bi looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "It's too big. If it doesn't work, the morale of the people will be irreversible."

"Then Chen An is a sinner!"

Han Qi felt that this was too cruel. If it was inappropriate, the Liao envoy would be even more proud.

"The Liao people are ambitious. If they feel that the people of the Song Dynasty are not motivated, they may really go south."

Zeng Gongliang was very melancholy. The little grudge with Shen An had long dissipated, and he was only worried about the later situation.

Everyone walked slowly along the Imperial Street and went to Xuande's Gate.

Most of the officials arrived, and Bao Zheng stood there alone, looking particularly lonely.

Fu Bi's heart moved and walked over and asked, "Are Chen confident?"

The only person close to Shen An here is Bao Zheng, and Fu Bi hopes to get a reliable answer.

Bao Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Fu Bi frowned dissatisfiedly, but Bao Zheng felt that he was wronged.

"That boy refuses to say it."

Chen An really refused to say it, he didn't want to say it at all.

Fu Bi didn't believe it when he heard this.

"... Last night someone outside the city heard a roar, like countless evil spirits shouting..."

"...Huh! Where did the evil spirit come from?"

"There are really evil spirits. Last night, someone saw the cavalry looking for them. I guess they were looking for those evil spirits."

“…”

"The Liao envoy is here."

The discussion gradually disappeared, and everyone looked ahead together.

More than ten cavalry came slowly, and the Liao envoy was the first.

"domineering!"

"I must die a good death!"

"Who can make him bow his head? I'm willing to invest in asking him to drink in Fanlou."

After muttering, the Liao envoy approached and then dismounted and bowed, "Is this... going to bow to the Great Liao today?"

His proud look was angering. Fu Bi was about to speak when he saw an official coming out next to him.

"The nobleman raised his head too high."

Tang Ren looked righteous and majestic at this moment.

The Liao envoy said disdainfully: "In Daliao, everyone is like this."

The people of the Great Liao walk with their heads raised and their chests are so strong that they are stronger than you Song people.

The officials were so angry that they heard this, but they had no choice.

"return!"

Song Xiang was worried that Tang Ren would be fooled, so he shouted softly.

But Tang Ren seemed to have not heard of it. He said, "You have to look down at the road when you go up the slope, but you have to look up when you go down the slope..."

When everyone heard this, someone said, "It's amazing!"

"Don't you have to look up on the downhill road? Well said!"

"I'm going uphill in Song Dynasty and people from Liao downhill, hahaha!"

When the Liao envoy heard this, he sniffed and said angrily: "What is the use of the benefits of mouth and tongue? When the Great Liao goes south, everyone will change their color."

Everyone felt depressed when they heard this. Tang Ren smiled and said, "The noble envoy is not the advantage of words. The Song Dynasty looks at the road, so it won't make mistakes. The noble envoy... You don't look at the road, but you step on shit..."

Everyone looked carefully and the Liao envoy lowered his head, and then he saw his left foot stepping on a piece of shit.

The shit was very smelly, and Liao Envoy understood what he smelled just now.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A group of officials from the Song Dynasty were laughing, and Fu Bi whispered: "Who is that?"

Song Xiang said: "Tang Ren, deputy director of the Privy Council, is in charge of the fourth room of the Privy Council."

There were too many official positions in the Song Dynasty, and many of them were not even clear about the prime minister, so someone had to explain it.

Fu Bi nodded and said, "The response is very fast."

This is a compliment, and the Privy Council has won the prize.

Song Xiang smiled and said, "I have been paying attention to this person for a long time, so I'm waiting to try harder for a while before changing the place for him."

If Tang Ren heard this, he would have to spit on him.

I said that I have been paying attention for a long time, but I am afraid I have been watching it for a long time.
To be continued...