Chapter 93 Blue satin robe

20 years of Fanyang Mingchan, November 10, the beginning of winter.

The Forbidden City.

Today's court meeting can be regarded as a grand event that has not been held in recent years. In addition to the Beijing officials who are originally working in the imperial capital, the supervisors of various states and counties have also brought in the supervision of salt and iron tea transportation. As long as they can rank up in the ranks of imperial officials, they have to push back the matter at hand and come to the court meeting. Fanyang is from the 18th grade, and the sixth grade is the threshold. If he can step into the imperial capital, at least he is more than six grades, or hold the power of one hand, or take charge of one side of the affairs alone. If these nearly 1,000 six-grade members suddenly kill together, Fanyang and others will collapse from the top floor.

Outside the Yong'an Gate on the central axis of the towering palace, there are full of officials waiting for the face of the saint. The carriages at the door are dazzling, the servants and handymen are shoulder to shoulder one after another, and there is little place to stand at the door. Over time, there were also unwritten rules for the parking of the saint. The carriages with high official rank were close to Yong'an Gate, and those with low official rank were farther away and lined up in turn. Many Beijing officials, who are not high or low, simply stepped up early, and did not compete, nor hurt their harmony. At the feet of the emperor, they could not compete for the matter of driving.

In this lineup of thousands of people, there are talented people who are not confused and rank three-grade, old people who have just crossed the threshold of six grades, and young heroes who have held a power in the years of being an official for generations. Among these people, they are automatically divided into two groups, a wave of civilian officials headed by the imperial palace and Yuehua, and a wave of generals headed by the imperial palace, and a wave of generals with General Yan as the head. Among the two groups of people, there are three or five groups of party groups, the eldest prince party, the second prince party that respects the second prince, the Hanlin Party, the Huangmen court faction, and the county guard scriptures. There are local departments that make friends with each other, and there are Beijing officials who are officials in the imperial capital...

No one dares to say that he can clarify these thousands of people. Even the imperial palace moons above ten thousand people under one person can't. At most, he is alone outside the matter and is not involved in this patchy faction. Even if there are more tactful people, I dare not say that they can meet between such complicated factions. Some people joke that if you have seen the faces of these superiors of more than six grades, you can sort out the context of imperial power. If you are recognized by these thousands of officials, you will emerge in the empire.

Before the time came, the gate was still closed. These officials who were waiting for the court consciously stood still, tied their hands in front of them, or closed their eyes or looked at them casually. Several slippery people wandered among their friends and were skilled, but most officials felt an unusual atmosphere, and they only dared to face themselves with doubts. I am familiar with whispering to my friends.

Officials and small came basically. At this time, a slimming figure came from the Jinshui Bridge in front of Yong'an Gate. A blue satin brocade robe was bright and shining in the sun. A bright peacock was embroidered on his chest, and several pale golden dragons were lined with satin. The silver buckle boots under his feet were black and white, and he walked straight on the Jinshui Bridge. Powerful.

It may be that this luxurious robe is really unranking. Many officials look back at the visitors and find that he is an extremely young and handsome man. Many people whispered with gloating smiles on their faces - a great pleasure in the court was to be punished for being late, and another great thing to gloating was to dress. Being punished for being late and being beaten more and more. In a palace with many rules, it is really a matter of fun for everyone.

The official uniforms of Fanyang Shang Dynasty are uniformly sewn by the imperial capital weaving house. Both the cloth and the style are exquisite, especially the birds and beasts on the chest. Civilian's red official uniform, silver bottom with jade ribbon, bird tonic on the chest, first-class crane, second-grade brocade chicken, third-grade peacock, fourth-grade cloud geese, fifth-grade whitebird, sixth-grade egret. The general's black official uniform, with a silver bottom and a gold ribbon on his waist, a beast tonic on his chest, a first-class unicorn, a second-grade lion, a third-grade leopard, a fourth-grade tiger, a fifth-grade bear, and a sixth grade Biao. These rules have been passed down from the 300 years since the founding of the Fanyang Dynasty, and even in the previous Jingyuan Dynasty, the Jinyuan Dynasty had rules for officials.

But for this young man, the blue satin brocade robe is out of place. Only the prince can wear this color robe, but the prince's chest is a four-clawed python, one claw less than His Majesty's nine-five dragon robe, but what's wrong with the peacock on this man's chest? There are still faint golden dragons on the shoulders and chests. Officials' clothes are not allowed to have anything to do with dragons. This is a dead rule. Is this young man really uncomfortable?

However, the robes on this young man are much better than theirs, especially the gold and jade ribbon around his waist, which makes this thin young man show a sense of majesty.

The young man came a little late. The water could not be splashed in front of Yong'an Gate. He stood on the Jinshui Bridge and looked around the ministers, but he couldn't find his foothold.

A little eunuch looked at this scene, hurried forward, greeted each other with a smile, and whispered, "Master, you are not very particular about this tonic! The little receptionist has been in the morning for so many years, but he has never seen such a robe on you. Don't be reckless. This is going to be beaten! If you go to the interest of an official, you will be laughed at by your majesty's board!"

The handsome man smiled at him, said nothing, and continued to walk forward.

The little eunuch Baijing's face turned red and hurriedly said, "Master, please don't go any further. There are many officials and eunuchs staring further ahead. You can listen to the small advice and change your robe before you go to court. You would rather be late and be scolded than be punished more. Not to mention that you can't live in face, this body is enough to suffer! Everything is good in this palace, but there are many rules. We should be careful, right?

The man frowned slightly and walked forward silently.

The little eunuch couldn't be persuaded and patted his thigh fiercely, with a sad face like his own disaster. If you really want to let it go. If you don't listen to the advice, you will suffer losses and suffer by yourself. But after a few steps, you can't help but feel painstaking and asking repeatedly, "Master, are you so young and less than 20 years old? May I ask, where is the height? Can there be more than three majors in the family? Or do you know a popular minister? Is there a backer who can hold things in the court? If you don't have it, you are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"

The man finally stopped and looked down at the sweaty little eunuch. For no reason, he remembered the sentence 'The emperor is not anxious about the eunuch', but he felt a little warm - the officialdom is always unfeeling. Everyone can't wait for others to get up, and they can't wait to commit a big crime and kill themselves. There are really not many people who cover their mouths and smile secretly, and put themselves in the shoes of people like this little eunuch.

He smiled gently and said, "This gentleman is so good-hearted!"

The little eunuch blushed and waved his hand quickly and said, "I can't be a gentleman. I can't do it. We are just a chore. Don't be polite to us. I can't stand it!"

May be the first time he was called Mr., the little eunuch showed a touch of pride on his face, his chest couldn't help but stand up, and he looked at the man with more gratitude.

"It's indeed my first time to go to court. I don't understand many rules, but this robe was given by Her Royal Highness Princess Ningzheng, and there should be no bad rules. If it's not timely, you have to walk around the court and then take it off. Even if you get the board, you can't touch the princess's heart! At worst, you will come down when you go to court next time!"

The little eunuch couldn't help raising his thumbs up and saying, 'What a bold!' Many young people were so scared that their faces turned pale and couldn't move their tonics. Before they could see your majesty, they first urinate their crotch. Many people in their 40s and 50s who had been officials for half their lives barely climbed over the six-grade threshold. When they came to the saint, they were trembling and flinched for fear of being laughed at if they did something wrong and saying something wrong.

But after careful thinking about it, the little eunuch turned pale with fear.

Is this robe given by Her Royal Highness? What does it mean for Your Highness to give a strange man a robe that does not comply with the rules for no reason?

The little eunuch couldn't think about it for a while. He stood there and racked his brains to think about it, but he couldn't think of a reason.

"Master, you think about it yourself, and we won't advise you - ouch, who is it!"

A loud applause.

The little eunuch was slapped on the back of the neck, and the sound was extremely loud. He covered the red back of his neck and looked back. He was about to complain. When he saw someone coming, his voice suddenly held back.

is a smiling old eunuch with his hands in a big red python robe, the head of 5,000 eunuchs in the palace, the former chief eunuch, and the former head of the seal of the big Diao Meng.

The little eunuch almost burst into tears, hesitated and dared not speak, covering his neck with tears in his eyes. The eunuch in the palace was extremely afraid of this haunted old eunuch. Guo Ameng couldn't tolerate his servant to do anything wrong. He took the initiative to find him, which was something big.

"Eunuch Guo... you, why are you..." The little eunuch's voice was as weak as a mosquito.

"It's just that you have a lot of leisure in a day, and your efforts are not pleasing. Go and go ahead. You don't have to worry about it!" Guo Ameng raised his chin and scolded with a smile.

"But... but this man's clothes are really so bad that he can't wear them out! The little ones said that he just didn't listen!" The little eunuch said with a sad face.

"Move your pig's brain. They have said that this robe was given by Princess Ning Zheng, and he didn't want to wear it himself. What does it mean that His Royal Highness Ning Zheng can send the robe to this prince? I don't have any eyesight. I deserve to be pressed to death in the position of the unruly seven-class eunuch all my life!"

The little eunuch thought desperately, and the expression on his face seemed to be thinking so hard that he could even pry open his skull to see how his brain worked. Then he patted himself on the forehead and hurriedly said, "Oh... The little one is really blind, and his eyes are clean!"

He turned around and bent down to bow to the man and said in a hurry, "Master, please forgive the small one. Don't forget to worry about the little one. Don't care about the little one!" How did the little one know that you are the princess? If you become the son-in-law in the future, you have to promote the young one. The little one is Zhao Xinian, a festive celebration, the New Year...!"

"Get out of here - let your boy flatter and pat the horse's hoof!" The old eunuch scolded angrily and raised his foot on the little eunuch's buttocks.

The little eunuch rubbed his buttocks and retreated with a smile. He bowed while returning for fear of being hated by the young man, but his eyes had already jumped. At least he had a familiar face in front of the future emperor-in-law, leaving an impression before the young man showed his mountains and rivers. After becoming more red and purple, he followed a group of people to flatter him. It's much more useful.

Old eunuch Guo Ameng stood at the head of Jinshui Bridge, standing side by side with the young man and whispered, "Do you see? Xingchen, these are the most lively group of fish in the Fanyang Temple, all raised in the pool of our Huangfu family! See if you plunge your head in and be eaten as bait, or can you become a big fish and swallow them all.

He looked back, looked at the two miles of central axis from Tai'anmen to Yong'anmen, and sighed, "The first time I walked on this road, I was afraid of nervousness, so I counted my steps all the way, no less than 900 steps. After that, each step should not exceed 900 steps. He walked forward with a breath and did not dare to slack off at all. Now that I'm old, I've just counted and walked 920 steps. Along the way, I feel that the spirit is gone.

"Go ahead, it's about to go up. Stand anywhere first. When your majesty adds a general for you today, you can stand in front of them!"

Ye Xingchen nodded, walked down the Jinshui Bridge, walked to the black and red officials, and was pointed out and talked all the way.

His thin figure is like a sword, cutting through the thorns.

The gap is piling up, and the dazzling robes of the night stars are incompatible among the thousands of six-grade officials.

Alone and helpless.