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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty Nine: August Eight

The eighth day of the eighth month is a big day for North Vietnam, because this day officially declared the end of North Vietnam. Although in a strict sense, when the Taiping Army entered Yuejing, it had already died, but today is the day when the Ming Empire was officially established. The rise of the new dynasty and the demise of the old dynasty will be based on today on historical books.

Similarly, today is also a big day for the Ming Empire. For this day, countless robes were sprinkled with blood on the battlefield, six hundred soldiers raised their troops in Yanshan. In just four years, they used the iron knife in their hands to build a big country.

Of course, this day was a very dark day for Lu Bai, the Minister of Rites. He was an old minister of North Vietnam and had planned the throne ceremony for two generations of emperors in North Vietnam, but now this person is undoubtedly the most difficult to serve. The grand ceremony he carefully planned was cut into a four-dimensional world by the young and energetic emperor. All the ceremony was almost deleted completely, and it was called "Save money."

It is necessary to save money, but without this law, the throne ceremony is not only the face of the emperor, but also the face of the country. Now the envoys of Qin, Chu, and Qi are all in Yuejing. Lu Bai can also imagine it with his butt. It won’t take long to take the throne ceremony in front of him to become a big joke in the world.

But did he dare to sing? Of course he didn't dare. In the past, even when Wu Jian was emperor, the old Shangshu dared to swear his beard and stare, and his face turned red and his neck was thick. But now, he did not dare to disobey the young emperor.

When the current prime minister asked him to come out again as Minister of Rites, he refused on the spot. The prime minister did not say much at the time and left alone, but when he turned around, he sent a servant to send a letter.

The letter is very simple, there is only one sentence: plan for your children and grandchildren!

Lu Bai sighed all night with this four-word letter, and the next day, he went to the Ministry of Rites to take office. But he never expected that his first task would be messed up.

He was even more frowning when he remembered the second task that he had just smashed into his hand. Compared with the other civil servants and military generals who were standing under the high steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he formed a sharp contrast.

The third-rank official uniforms worn on them are very different from those worn before, which makes the old Minister of Rites who have been wearing Dayue official uniforms for a lifetime very uncomfortable. This new official uniform was delivered to the hands of the Weaving Bureau yesterday.

The new official uniforms of the Ming Empire were purple in the third grade or above, red in the sixth grade or above, and green in the sixth grade. The problem was that there were two extra pieces of supplements on the chest and behind the chest of the chest. The civil servants embroidered with birds, first-grade cranes, second-grade brocade pheasants, third-grade peacocks, fourth-grade cloud geese, fifth-grade white squids, sixth-grade egrets, seventh-grade mandarin ducks, eighth-grade skylarks, and ninth-grade training birds. The military officers were first-grade qilins, second-grade lions, third-grade leopards, fourth-grade tigers, fifth-grade bears, sixth-grade burials, seventh-grade cows, and ninth-grade seahors.

The Ming Dynasty, which had just established a dynasty, did not establish a first-rank official, whether it was a civil servant, and Quan Yun, the chief minister of civil servants, was only a second-rank. The same second-rank like him was only a second-rank Wang Hou, the Minister of Personnel, and the military officer, the Minister of War Huo Guang, was a second-rank, and others such as Zhang Xiaozheng and others were only a third-rank.

Looking at the purple and red green eyes, Lu Bai couldn't help but smile bitterly, as he was really a large area of ​​beasts.

The gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony opened, and Eunuch Le appeared on the high steps, holding a long whip in his hand, facing the rising sun, shaking left and right, and two crisp whip sounds sounded outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Under the leadership of Zuo Fuquanyun and Minister of War Huo Guang, civil officials and military generals, led by Zuo Fuquanyun and Minister of War Huo Guang, walked up the steps and entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

At the same time, four large bells were ringed at the bell towers of the four gates in Yuejing City, and one hundred and eight consecutive bells echoed throughout Yuejing City. All Yuejing people who heard the bell turned their eyes to the direction where the palace was located, and a new dynasty was officially established in the north.

When the melodious bell rang, a tall old man, carrying a baggage, appeared outside the north city gate. Because today's special day, the number of soldiers guarding the city at the city gate has doubled, and officers are in constant force. Everyone who enters the city, especially those who are outsiders, will be subject to special interrogation.

The old man waiting in line to enter the city had a smile on his face. He heard the bell ringing continuously, and naturally knew what the bell meant.

But he knew better that when the bell rang at this time, further north, in the steep mountains, the sound of war drum horns that were better than the bells were also ringing. Tens of thousands of Yan troops had set out from Fuyuan County and were preparing to go straight to the capital.

The four counties of Fuyuan were originally guarding the capital of Yuejing. The purpose of building them was to block the barbarians who emerged from the mountains. Fuyuan County, the farthest from Yuejing, was only three hundred miles away from Yuejing.

It is still unknown who will win the great rivers and mountains, and who will win the destiny!

When the old man strode into the north gate of Yuejing, in the dark house, Qianmeng stepped back several steps, looked at the works in front of him, and smacked his lips with satisfaction. In front of him, a man who looked like Yan Ke was slowly awakening.

"There are eight or nine-part appearances, Lord Yu, why don't you just make a mask? Wouldn't it be much easier to save trouble!" Tian Kang asked in confusion.

Qianmeng spread his hands, "It's easy to make a mask, but that thing is OK to scare people in a short period of time, but what Mr. Guo asked for is lurking for a long time. If you wear a mask, it's not obvious that you're a spy to others. Come and catch me!"

"But although this fake Yan Ke is almost like the real Yan Ke in terms of body shape and appearance, as long as he is the closest person to this son, I am afraid he can still distinguish it." Tian Kang said.

"Don't worry about this. Judging from Yan Ke's confession, he has been lurking in the capital for many years. In the past few years, people's appearance has changed a little, and it is not surprising that they have never met each other and don't know each other. They have not had any contact with each other, which is of no help to our plan." Qianmian smiled and said, "Tian Kang, this is the highest level of disguise. This brother can only live with this face in the future, and it is impossible to change it back."

Guo Jiuling looked at the fake Yan Ke in front of him and smiled slightly, "Take them here."

The man in black walked into the room with Yan Ke and Yu Qin and saw the person who was sitting up slowly from the bed and looking at him. Yan Ke shouted out, as if there was a mirror in front of him, and he saw another self in the mirror. After a while, he lowered his head depressedly like a deflated ball. At this point, how could he not understand what the other party wanted to do?

Walking to the first floor of the dark room, a man in black rushed over.

"Murong Jing has entered the city. The little eagle outside asks for instructions. Will you follow me?"

"No." Guo Jiuling immediately denied, "Murong Jing is a master at the peak of level nine. Any tracking will make him alert. Except for those designated sleeping eagles, no other small eagles are allowed to follow and let him go."

"I understand!" The man in black turned around and left.

Guo Jiuling snorted coldly: "No matter where you are, you will still appear in front of me." At his feet, the fake Yan Ke will of course see the guy who worked hard to reach Yuejing in the next time.

Of course, Guo Jiuling planned it not just to catch all the barbarian spies in Yuejing City, but he wanted more and longer.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the ministers bowed and shouted long live. Even if Qin Feng waved his pen and deleted the red tape of the throne ceremony, it still took about an hour to be officially completed. In the hall, the envoys of the Three Kingdoms presented the letter of the country, which officially recognized the status of the Ming Empire.

Qin Feng, dressed in emperor's outfit, felt uncomfortable all over. The crown on his head was much lighter than the iron helmet he usually wore, but Qin Feng felt it was too heavy. After wearing this handful, he felt his neck sore and he couldn't help but feel his abdomen secretly. This thing is really not worn by humans.

During the ceremony, the biggest ceremony was the military parade. Not only all the Taiping Army troops would send troops to participate in the school review, but also the Qin border army, Qi Longxiang, and Chu Fire Phoenix also symbolically sent a team of 100 people to participate.

Chaoyang Tower, in the past years, has welcomed countless emperors to review their troops here. Today, he welcomed a new master, Qin Feng, the founding emperor of the Ming Empire.

The Sun and Moon King Flag fluttered high on the top of the city tower. On both sides, the Fire Battle Sword Flags guarded the left and right. Standing on the top of the Chaoyang Tower, you can see four tall city towers in the outer city of Yuejing. On the above, the Sun and Moon Flags and the Fire Battle Sword Flags also shine under the sunlight, echoing the King Flags on the Chaoyang Tower.

Qin Feng held Min Ruoxi's hand and climbed to the top of Chaoyang Tower. Behind him, civil and military officials and generals climbed the city tower one after another, and envoys from the Three Kingdoms were naturally among them. The gentry, merchants and some specially invited people who came to watch the ceremony as early as the walls on both sides of Chaoyang Tower, and bowed three times and nine times.

The war drums were beaten slowly, and each breath sounded. With the slow drum sound, the army that had already prepared in the distance immediately became excited. Each war battalion could only send 500 people to the parade. Without outstanding military achievements, I wanted to join the 500 people, but I didn't even think about it.

The drum beats became more and more urgent, and the horn sounded at this time.

The drum sound suddenly stopped, and the horn stopped abruptly. In the distance, three cavalry rushed towards him, one of them holding the Sun and Moon King Flag, and two of them behind him each raised a fire sword flag.

When they rushed to the Chaoyang Tower, three horses stood up and fell heavily. The three horses faced Chaoyang Tower with their heads straight.

"Reported to His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Empire, the troops who were paraded are ready!"

Qin Feng nodded slightly and waved his hand, "Start!"

"As for the order!" The knight bent down and waved his arms. The sun and moon flag of the Great Ming snatched it and inserted it into the ground. The two knights behind him also inserted the fire sword flag in their hands behind the sun and moon flag. The three riders bowed to Chaoyang Tower, turned around and rode away.

The sound of war drums resurfaces. (To be continued.)
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