"By the grace of heaven, the emperor called, the king's consort Mu Huanzhang, rich in learning, intelligent, in the battlefield repeatedly won a miraculous feat, can be a great use. This is the identity of the heir to the royal family, sealed a wait, the number of Wen Yuan, listed in the class of military generals, the line of civil servants, seven days after the Marquis Ceremony, Qin this! Declare the eunuch's voice is thin, but powerful, word by word, very powerful.
"I, Mu Hanzhang, accept the decree, long live the Emperor!" Mu Hanzhang bowed and received the decree with both hands.
Only then did the Imperial Decree Eunuch slow down, "Congratulations to the Marquis."
Jing Shao was the first to jump up and pull his own princess. Mu Hanzhang took the imperial decree, the bright yellow scroll in his hand, before he realized that he was really going to be crowned a Marquis. Turning his head to look at Jing Shao, the other returned a reassuring smile to him.
Duo Fu had already brought the gold and silver for the reward, Jing Shao lifted his chin and served it directly to the eunuch who announced the decree.
The old eunuch and the group of young eunuchs behind him immediately smiled with joy, and Mu Hanyang returned to his senses and smiled, "Several eunuchs have worked hard."
"Thank you for the marquis reward, we also follow a little joy!" Several eunuchs divided the reward money, each happy, now is a peaceful year, basically will not seal the marquis, so weekdays to declare the decree, even if it is the seal of the prime minister can not get such a thick reward.
"Eunuch Yuan, I saw my second imperial brother go to the imperial study only after the court, how come the imperial decree came down really fast." Jing Shao invited a few eunuchs to go in for a cup of tea, but they rushed back to the palace and asked in passing on their way out.
"Hey, it's not those two ladies who are making trouble?" Eunuch Yuan is the eunuch serving in the imperial study, naturally knows more, looked around and quietly said, "The empress dowager was unable to be noisy, and urged the emperor to hurry up and get this done, so as not to have someone else to make trouble. It just so happens that His Royal Highness the King of Rui and the Emperor set the seal, and then directly decreed."
Jing Shao hooked his lips at his words and slipped him another small gold Buddha.
Mu Hanzhang looked at the words on the imperial decree, could not help but feel some emotion, never thought that the title was "Wen Yuan", when he was in the capital of the poem will get the name is this, now lost and found, seems to be the youth of the spirit of the wind has never been lost.
Jing Shao saw him looking focused, then did not make a sound to disturb, just in the back gently put the person into his arms, the person in his arms looked at him sideways: "You do not go to the Ministry of War today?"
"Go back in the afternoon," Jing Shao reached out to help him with the imperial decree, pulling that left hand over to look at the blisters on it in the process, "My royal consort was crowned as a marquis, so I should be at home to accompany the marquis for lunch."
Mu Hanzhang glared at him, his own laziness also take him as an excuse: "Playing from the back, you are more and more lazy, beware of people who see you as proud of your achievements."
Jing Shao was unimpressed, arching the person in his arms as he staggered toward the house, "If I suddenly become diligent, only then will there be people who will see me as having ulterior motives."
Mu Hanyang think about it, the king's heart is difficult to predict, too active or too lazy are not desirable, or as before, three days fishing two days online is better. Then no more words, dragging the guy hanging on the back back to the East Garden.
Although Jing Chen advocated simplicity in the Feudal Ceremony, the essential rituals were still cumbersome.
Over the next seven days, people kept coming to the door to congratulate them, officials from the Ministry of Ceremonies also ran to ask questions from time to time, and even Jing Chen made two trips in person.
"I'm going to transfer Song An to the southwest." Jing Chen sipped his tea and said lightly.
Jing Shao nodded, during this period of time they had found Song An's handle, enough to make him drop three levels in a row and be sent to a remote place as a minor official. After all, Song An had done a lot for them in previous years, and he couldn't do too much of anything.
"Song An gave me these," Jing Chen put a stack of letters on the table, "just to ask that he be allowed to take his daughter away."
Mu Hanzhang took those letters and looked at them, frowning slightly, there were quite a few incriminating evidence of officials in here, taking them out would bring down quite a few people, sighing, "Song An really has no words for his daughter."
Jing Shao heard him sigh, know that he is thinking of the North Marquis of Wei all kinds of behavior, reached out to hold his hand: "is too spoiled, only raised into that."
Mu Hanzhang knew he was comforting himself and nodded.
"Has Marquis Bei Wei come in the past two days?" Jing Chen looked down at the tiger skin blanket that had appeared at some point by Mu Huan Zhang's feet.
"Father on the contrary has never come." Mu Hanyang Zhang replied, seeing Jing Chen looking down at his feet, he looked down and realized that Little Yellow had reclined to his feet at some point, picking at the tops of his shoes and sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but have the corners of his lips rise slightly.
"Is this the tiger you raised?" Jing Chen took a closer look, "Quite strong."
"Eating more than me, isn't it strong?" Jing Shao lifted his hand and dragged the little tiger up, the guy had grown quite long, standing up about as tall as a person sitting, and could no longer be carried by hand.
"Woohoo!" Little Yellow was disgruntled at being disturbed, baring her teeth at Jing Shao and waving her thick furry paws.
Mu Hanzhang saw Jing Chen's eyes seem to love, but keep manners and etiquette sitting still, so he handed him a piece of jerky, Jing Chen did not know what to do. But soon he understood, the fat fur ball quickly pounced over, two paws pressed on his legs, eyeing the jerky in Jing Chen's hand.
Jing Chen froze for a moment and handed over the rub in his hand, and the little tiger quickly bit down and swallowed it in one gulp. But still picks at his knee, wanting to see if he's hiding any other meat.
"Brother, feel it." Jing Shao wanted to laugh when he looked at his elder brother's stiff body, and he was busy urging him to try his hand.
Jing Chen slowly raised his hand and touched the little tiger's head, this kind of action he rarely did, just like the last time he touched Jing Shao's head, the action was very rusty.
A smile also surfaced in Mu Hanzhang's eyes, and he opened his mouth at the right time, "This time, the matter of sealing the marquis, thanks to brother's running back and forth, I don't know how to thank for my brother."
"The fact that you can take good care of Jing Shao is the best thank you gift." Jing Chen pinched the soft furry ears and said in a deep voice, "Although this marquisate is not hereditary, it is of the same rank as the Marquis of Northern Wei, and after the marquisate ceremony, you will be able to go to the court. It just so happens that I will not be in the capital in March, so you can raise more points for Jing Shao in the court."
Jing Shao: "......" brother's tone, how with the trustees to watch the child like.
"There is a lion about the size of a small tiger in Shibusui Garden, if brother goes to Jiangnan, he can go to Pingjiang to see that lion." Knowing that Jing Chen was going to see the King of Huainan, Mu Hanzhang prompted him to look in Shibui Garden.
Jing Chen nodded slightly. February 9 Chun exams will start, the Ministry of Rites is too busy, and he also want to explore the talents in the new section of the scholar, then asked for a March to go to the south of the Yangtze River on an errand.
The Marquis Ceremony was held as scheduled, and Jing Shao personally put on a new gown for his own royal consort. Above the third grade are purple robes, just the Prince Consort is a grade, the Marquis is super grade, so the cranes embroidered on it are all changed into complex and gorgeous cloud patterns.
Beiwei Marquis also went to observe the ceremony, watched Mu Huanzhang kneeling on the stage, watched Emperor Hongzheng hand to him to put on the crown of the Marquis, bells and drums, all the officials congratulations, only feel that if the position of the Marquis of Beiwei handed over to him, may be able to Mu family to become the most prosperous family of the Chen Dynasty. Just now, say what are too late, the Mu family is now less talented, this goes on, not out of three generations to decline.
Jing Shao does not care how the North Marquis of Wei sad spring and autumn, his eyes never left the stage. Today's Mu Huanzhang is really washed away the repression of the house of sorrow, sword out of the sheath, colorful, even though so many trials and tribulations, has not eroded half of his sharpness, and now all the world, when no one dares to bully in him.
After the Grand Ceremony, Mu Hanzhang could go to court.
Once ten years but can not be asked for the court hall, and now can be reached overnight, really stand there, but there is no anticipation of the excitement. The Golden Palace, after all, is not a playful place. He does not think that with their own in the book to get those assertions on the matter of the court to point fingers, so has been very little to say, quietly standing in the North Marquis of Wei's side, occasionally exchanging glances with Jing Shao, and then nothing else.
The ministers of the court originally for this out of nowhere Marquis Wen Yuan more defensive, after all, the emperor's meaning is that although he is a marquis, but led by the civil servant position, said than they are these exams into the official grade are higher, afraid of him to point the finger. But see Mu Hanzhang has been very little to say, and generous and courteous, never set the marquis shelf, gradually not so resistant.
Turning to February, Qiu's pregnancy could no longer be concealed, and Mu Hanzhang asked Imperial Doctor Jiang to ask for a pulse every seven days, and to send Ge Ruoyi to her mother for the time being.
Since Mu Huanzhang sealed the marquis, Qiu's position in the house has also risen, and even in the opinion of many subordinates, the position of the side lady is actually higher than the lady, after all, Mu Lingbao is only the son of the world, and Mu Huanzhang is already a marquis. Although Mrs. Bei Wei Marquis is angry, but also can not say anything, after all, the marquis sent the maid, naturally can not be sent back.
Coupled with the Marquis of Northway has been warned again and again, the Marquis of Northway people temporarily do not dare to do anything, just Qiu's this succession of things, the heart of her sulked enough.
On the seventh day of February, the capital has been filled with students who rushed to participate in the examination, teahouse restaurant, everywhere is the figure of the literati. Of course, these literati also mixed in this kind of place all year round in the pastime of the playboys, such as not doing his job King Jing Shao.
"A marquis is worth ten years of hard work." In the Retrospective Building, a few lifers gathered at a table and were talking in high spirits.
"According to you, there's no use for us to take the imperial examinations, we might as well find a royal relative to marry." A person at the same table concurred.
"Hmph, if you want to marry, you have to be seen by others," the one who spoke at first seemed to be even more excited, "I arrived in the capital after the New Year, just in time for Marquis Wen Yuan's coronation ceremony."
"How does that Marquis Wen Yuan look like?" A slightly lewd-looking young man couldn't help but ask.
The man lifted his breath and scanned the room before saying slowly, "Didn't see it." A sigh of relief was won.
"If you ask me, it sure looks ...... good," said the man, suddenly lowering his voice, and it was impossible to hear what he said, and a moment later a burst of laughter came from the table.
"Asshole!" Jing Shao slammed the table, shaking a wine goblet on the edge of the table to the ground, crashing to pieces with a crunching sound. Coming late without an elegant room, sitting in the lobby, he actually heard these bold people openly discussing his royal consort, and there was a lot of disrespect in their words, so he really deserved to die!
Those few lifters looked back and were seeing a man dressed in a flashy, tall figure staring angrily at them, before they reacted, "This brother, why are you cursing for a good reason?"