After the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The weather in Youjing City lost its gentle temperament and became gloomy and violent.

There were three heavy rains in three days, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the other is shocking Kyoto.

As the saying goes, thunder is everywhere in autumn.

People living in Youjing rarely see such weather, but our ancestors and parents all came out of the farmland, and I firmly believe that autumn rain accompanied by thunder is not a good sign.

It does not mean that any disaster is coming, but at least it means that rain, snow, floods and droughts are likely to occur frequently in the coming year, and the harvest will drop sharply, resulting in a large number of stealing and robbery.

As expected, on the fourth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the northern part of Zhongzhou started from Tahechengguan in Xing'an in the east and ended at Ulanbat in the west. The beacons formed a line of three thousand miles, and the Oirats sounded the clarion call for a full-scale invasion of Zhongzhou!

The smoke of gunpowder crossed the mountains and ridges and directly enveloped the hearts of the people of Kyoto.

Although the last time foreign barbarians invaded, they could not reach the outside of Youjing City, for those who had been enjoying peace for nearly twenty years and had just finished the Mid-Autumn Festival of Reunion, the war drums in the north seemed to hit their chests, making people breathless.

It was not until this time that there were rumors that the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet that had been closed for two years had resumed a few days ago.

There were some slight and buzzing sounds like mosquitoes roaring and buzzing in the alleys in the city.

It is probably either that something is stupid or that something is punished by God...

If it weren't for the subsequent hearing that the General of Fengguo went to the front line to command the enemy overnight, I'm afraid the people of Youjing would have been unable to sleep all night.

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The depressing atmosphere in Youjing City did not last long.

Or it's only a short day.

It’s not that the people’s memory is as short as fish, but that worrying too much will not help.

There is always a tall person who stands up to the sky when the sky falls. As long as the war has not yet reached the doorstep, life will still be the same.

Only those who often walk around the imperial city will find that there are more cars and horses coming to and from the palace these days, and they are busy, coming quickly and going faster, which really tastes like the "100,000-urgent" mentioned in the play.

But as long as the country and national affairs have not reached the point of recruiting strong men, it is not their turn to worry about them.

After seeing the situation of cars coming and going, everyone began to get used to it again.

Many times the people are so simple and simple.

In contrast, things in the court are often complicated, as changeable as the weather and the waves are treacherous.

But sometimes it will be clear and clear.

As long as there is only one voice in the court.

In fact, over the past decade, the sounds in the court have not been too many or complicated.

Especially after Emperor Jing passed away and Emperor Yan ascended the throne, the sounds in the court never even exceeded one hand.

Although the cabinet was still responsible for reviewing national memorials, drafting opinions on handling, and submitting them to the emperor for approval through the Sili Supervisor, Emperor Yan passed all minor matters on a single basis and made other plans for major matters. The cabinet lit up its own "dumb hole" early for this and no longer humiliated itself.

The nine families never speak alone. Every time they go to court, the nine families must have privately formed a gang and a clan. There will only be three voices in the court, which is a convention.

The most popular voices in the court over the years are either the eunuchs with a sharp voice or the martial arts with a thick voice.

But these days, it is said that a few of those thick and thick-sounding people were inexplicably infected and could not get up. Some of them followed the footsteps of General Fengguo to join the war north, leaving only two people holding their mouths tightly in the hall without saying a word.

When the nine masters chose to be silent, some people watched quietly, and most people were silent, the Golden Palace was extremely quiet.

Of course, only one voice could be heard in the court.

The little emperor Zhu Yan unfortunately suffered from a cold wind after a banquet for his ministers on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Although he would not have been ill, his voice was really hoarse. If it weren't for his mouth, no one would have heard it clearly.

The eunuch Yu Tianyu, the eunuch in charge of the seal, put his head close to Emperor Yan's mouth.

All the affairs in the court were also ordered by the father-in-law on behalf of the emperor.

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night.

A dark night without stars and moon.

This was the latest time that Yu Tianyu's father-in-law returned from the palace to his private residence in recent years.

The private house is quiet.

However, the court in the daytime was surprisingly quieter than at this time.

But he enjoyed that feeling very much.

But in order to enjoy that feeling, he has to spend a lot of time and effort to make arrangements.

He knew very well that everything had its corresponding bargaining chips and prices.

So when he saw the butler handed over it with eighty-one vague monk patterns and Sanskrit parchment, he knew that someone was coming to ask him for chips or prices.

Yu Tian said: "Is this the word "典" seal?"

The housekeeper knew that his master was asking whether he had confirmed the authenticity. However, no one in the house knew what the golden seal of the word "Zhe" looked like, so he could not tell whether the printing that was deliberately blurred was indeed printed by the word "Zhe". He could only answer with a thorn in the mouth: "Slave doesn't know."

Yu Tian calmed down after hearing this and said lightly: "Yes, unless the old monks in Shaolin are captured, no one can recognize them."

The butler lowered his head and held back his hands, nervously waiting for the next question.

Yu Tian said: "Who sent it?"

The housekeeper said: "The leader of the Tushita Gang smiled at Maitreya and his subordinate Shadow Buddha."

Yu Tian took the roll of parchment in front of him again and carefully examined it, then put it down again, and said, "I think Lao Sun was folded into their hands. It makes sense to say so. What requests do they have?"

The housekeeper said: "Mitreya smiled and wanted to meet the master alone, and then personally present the golden seal of the word "Zhe"."

"Single, offer it?" Yu Tian repeated two key words and asked meaningfully with a smile, "Do you think he really has intentions or has another conspiracy?"

The housekeeper said: "In accordance with the humble opinion of subordinates, be careful to be the best. First set up an ambush to remove it, and then look for the whereabouts of the golden seal. Anyway, the entire Youjing City is under the control of the master."

Yu Tian nodded and said, "Are you careful to sail the ten thousand years of ship. It seems that you have found out where they are in Beijing?"

The housekeeper said: "Just drunk among the flowers."

"Drunk between the flowers?"

"yes."

The housekeeper did not look up and did not see his master frowning, but he could hear that there were few emotional fluctuations.

"So brave, let them meet in the palace!"

"yes!"

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It was the fifth day after the Mid-Autumn Festival that Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei came to Youjing City.

The two disguised themselves as young couples who came to Youjing to sell sachets and fat powder, and walked on the Suzaku Avenue in the southern city of Youjing with big bags.

Just after noon, the two of them had just finished their beef noodles.

Jiang Yichen burped and said, "This is the first time I have entered Beijing."

Leng Mei said: "How does it feel?"

Jiang Yichen said: "The shops in Beijing are all large, but the food portions sold are much smaller, and the things sold are not even bigger."

Leng Mei said: "How much less portion of the beef noodles just now than that in Fujian?"

Jiang Yichen said affirmatively: "At least one or two meats are missing."

Leng Mei said: "Where is the price?"

Jiang Yichen said angrily: "It's been more than twice."

Leng Mei chased after him and asked, "What about the weight and price of Gusu City?"

Jiang Yichen compared it carefully in his mind before saying, "It's not far away."

Leng Mei said: "Yes, there are more people in Youjing City than in Gusu City, and several times more people than the entire Fujian area. Although the cake is large, there are too many people. Naturally, every small piece becomes priceless, so it is said that it is not easy to live in Youjing!"

"I understand all these principles, and those who go to business also make money by making money by these price differences."

"Fortunately, we bring a lot of money, so we are not afraid of not being able to afford it. If we throw these sachets and fat powder into our hands, we can have a big meal!"

"Fortunately, I'm not particularly edible, so I can save some flowers."

"Does your impression of this big Kyoto only cost?"

"And..." Jiang Yichen lowered his voice, Leng Mei naturally put her body over and put her ears closer. "There are so many poor and corrupt scholars in the Greater Kyoto. When she heard that there was another war in the north, she either drank and got drunk or was lyrics. It was extremely ugly and extremely ugly."

Leng Mei smiled so hard that her branches were trembling, but she did not forget to argue for the literati: "Hehe, otherwise what do you think they should do?"

Jiang Yichen said: "Eat, drink, and sleep."

Leng Mei turned her eyes and arched into Jiang Yichen's arms, and said with a wicked smile: "Then should we sleep?"
To be continued...