He told Zhang Weixian the secret that was pressing down on his heart, and moved the big stone in Zhao Xing's heart, and felt much more relaxed. The rest of the matter was left to the big guys to deal with.

What? Zhao Xing is a dignified fifth-rank official of the Jinyiwei Qianjia, and he is not a big boss yet?

Forget it, in this place where there are more third-rank and fourth-rank officials than Jinshuihe turtles, you know which person who begs on the street is not the third-rank general of the Zhu family. He has no salary, but he does not delay his identity and you have to bow down.

Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Xing discussed knowledge with Guo Guangsheng with peace of mind, then hugged his younger sister, fed her dried fruits, and guided him to the psychological shadow caused by his kidnapping. Zhao Xing wanted to train his younger sister to become a lady and then marry a top scholar. Tanhua is not a girl with depression and heartbreaking heart.

Fortunately, Zhao Xing was good at guiding the situation. Just in the sea of ​​lanterns on the fifteenth, Xiao Ya finally let go of Zhao Xing's clothes and ran to the crowd again. Zhao Xing heard her innocent and innocent laughter again, which made Zhao Xing cry with joy.

The family burned various statues of gods and sent them away. This year will be over.

The custom of burning statues of gods throughout the road continued to later generations, and then disappeared as the New Year atmosphere became less and less popular.

It’s not okay if you don’t give it away. First, all the gods and gods have started to work as directors, and second, they are all small families and cannot afford to entertain all the great gods.

All the gods and immortals have taken office, and officials from the Ming Dynasty have also taken office as directors.

The 16th Grand Court Meeting is the most grand in the new year. Officials above the fifth rank in Beijing must attend and congratulate the emperor on New Year's greetings. Zhao Xing happened to be stuck at this point and was able to attend this court meeting.

Guo Guangsheng, who was old in the accident, trained Zhao Xing to attend court overnight. This was the homework he prepared for when he was a scholar to go to Longmen to meet the emperor in the future. Unfortunately, he has not used it, and probably won't be able to use it in this life, so he taught him carefully to Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing learned about the etiquette that is not as complicated as the braids in later generations. When Lao Guo and his mother repeatedly asked for demonstrations, Zhao Xing smiled and said, "Actually, this court meeting, it's nothing to say hello to the emperor and the queen together. Besides, I'm just a fifth-rank official, and it's not my turn to talk. I'm just an extra and a person to set the scene. I just stare at the butt of the person in front and follow the same thing and follow the same thing, and there's no mistake in keeping it."

In the end, Lao Guo and his mother thought this explanation was correct.

In these two people, Zhao Xing was a high-ranking official, but he was a difficult task for the Jinyiwei to be responsible for investigation. He usually did not even have the qualifications to look at the three palaces of the palace, let alone be on duty. Those who were on duty must be loyal ministers and strictly investigated. They were the guards of the Qing Dynasty, which was the sword-bearing guards.

In this case, what else can I worry about?

The dynasty meeting was still early. Before the fourth day, Zhao Xing got up and put on the ironed flying fish suit and jade belt, and then gauze hat. This time, there is no need to embroider the spring knife. That thing is not on duty in the Jinyiwei Palace, and it cannot be brought. If you take it, you will be welcome to be punished by death.

It is necessary to eat a stomach of jerky beef. During the Chongzhen Dynasty, famous people can be entrusted. I don’t know when to eat this to fight hunger. The rich man, of course, is the dick of ginseng bird’s nest. Zhao Xing was reluctant to give up so extravagant. He had to support his mother in his old age and give her a generous dowry to give her younger sister.

Beef jerky is good, and ordinary people can’t eat it, because in the evil feudal society, cattle are not allowed to be killed.

At the fourth moment, Zhao Xing took the small lantern prepared by his mother for him and rode his horse to the Meridian Gate.

Zhao Xing walked onto the main street. Along the way, there were starry lanterns, like a stream flowing into a big river, forming a sea of ​​lanterns on the main street.

Every big boss is a big sedan chair with a brilliant front and back, and every lantern has his own official name written on it. This is to let people know what status they are so that their subordinates can avoid them and say hello to their superiors.

In this era, whether it is civil or military, it feels comfortable to sit in a sedan chair. On the contrary, it is rare to ride a horse like Zhao Xing.

Of course, more people were carrying small lanterns and walking as carriages. They were all small officials in the Qingshui Yamen. The salary of the Ming Dynasty was notoriously low. For example, Zhao Xing, a fifth-rank official, had a monthly salary of only 16 stones, and the total amount of silver was only 12 and a half taels of silver. These sixteen stones were not all food, but something that was usually released, and some were the Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes, which were paper on the butt.

As the prices in the capital are high, a fifth-rank official from the Qingshui Yamen can only barely support his family without dying, so how can he buy a horse and sit in a sedan chair?

The streams gathered in the river and finally entered the sea. In front of the Meridian Gate was already a sea of ​​people. The five cities of the military officers and the Jinyiwei were on duty, and under the leadership of the censor, they were nervously maintaining order.

As soon as Zhao Xing arrived, he heard someone greeting him. When he looked, he was a colleague, the third guard, Zhao Gang, Zhao, "Brother, don't have a servant to watch the horses, come on, leave it to my hometown, let's go in and wait for it."

This just hit Zhao Xing's mind. Originally, Zhao Xing thought that the court had prepared stables for horse riding horses, but now even military generals can't ride horses in sedan chairs. For example, this colleague has become an alien. Are you embarrassed?

The officials waiting in front of the Meridian Gate were divided into three waves, one wave was the largest, Lao Zhao introduced: "That's the Donglin Party, who is arrogant."

There was still a few people. Old Zhao said again: "That's a centrist, and his morale was very low, because in this strange situation where they were not black and white, their future was not good, and they had to stand in a team sooner or later and were eaten."

Then he took Zhao Xing to a group of people who were not big or small. Zhao Xing saw the British Duke and his boss Luo Yangxing: "No need to say, is this our military general group?"

Lao Zhao smiled: "Actually, according to the correct statement, it should be the honorary group, but our Jinyiwei and Jingying are both personal soldiers, and our bosses are coming from us." Then he said: "The little poke over there is the real military officer. Grandma doesn't care about it and uncle doesn't love it."

Zhao Xing looked at it and sure enough, a group of people surrounded there, without the time to chat or discuss the matters after the court. In fact, there was no need to prepare memorials after the court, nor was there any need to prepare for the opponent's response to the alliance.

Because even if their memorials are submitted, no one will pay attention to them, and they may even cause unreasonable criticism from the literati. They are the real people who walk in the court, and of course no one will target them. If there were no military generals in this court, they would not have the reputation of being full of civil and military affairs, and they would have no need to go to court.

Zhao Xing looked at the fourth group, the centrist group that disappeared in the future, and felt the real sadness.

When a core leadership team loses the minimum harmony, they just start to attack and shoot. But when there are endless external troubles and civil strife is in full swing, the generals are ruthlessly neglected, and even more directly said that they are abandoned and despised. Is there any rescue for such a declining empire?

While he was thinking sadly, the drums sounded loudly at the fifth hour: "All officials are putting together their appearance and faces--"
Chapter completed!