Chapter 58： Waves originate in Weilan

There was a thunderstorm in the sky.

Chen Luo just walked a few steps with the **** who led the way, when he felt the raindrops falling. The little **** who led the way was well prepared. He took out a bamboo umbrella from his waist and propped it open on Chen Luo's head.

"It's too hot this summer. Supervisor Si Tian said that it will be rainy in autumn. The servants are all prepared with umbrellas, so they won't get wet." The little **** smiled sweetly at Chen Luo and sold it well.

Chen Luo fought a cold war and said perfunctorily, "Thank you...how long will it take?"

The little **** said: "Come on, after the Zhenghua Gate in front, it is the square of Changming Palace."

Chen Luo couldn't help but quicken his pace...

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Nan Yuanxi rushed to the North Wind Tower before the autumn rain fell. The little Er from Beifenglou quickly served a bowl of hot soup, and said with a smile, "Mr. Nan came very early today, but do you know the happy event is coming?"

"A happy event? What a happy event?"

The little Er had a smile on his face: "Yesterday, Mr. Wang from Zheliu Academy heard that he woke up early, and was very impressed with the "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" that he said. This morning, he brought all the students of the academy and said It is to see the demeanor of Mr.

"Zheliu Academy is a seed for reading. I usually listen to my husband's reading of the house in the morning class. Today, Mr. Nan's battle, presumably the scholar is famous, and the future is promising..."

Nanyuan rested for a while. Zheliu Academy, one of the eight major academies in Daxuan. This is the academy he once wanted to study, but his knowledge is too poor, and he is 108,000 miles away from the entrance threshold, so he has to dispel this illusion.

Today, they actually came to hear their wake up early!

Nan Yuanxi subconsciously touched the "Du Shiniang Angry Treasure Chest" in his arms.

"Today, I, Nan Yuanxi, will let all the students listen to it. It's a different wake up early!"

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Chen Luo walked into the main hall of Changming Palace, and the rain outside the hall gradually became heavier.

At this time, in the main hall, the heads of people were surging, and everyone saluted each other, chatting and laughing, with a friendly appearance. Chen Luo's eyes shuttled through the crowd, looking for Wei Yan's figure. After all, the people who can stand in this hall are all people who can influence Daxuan's government with a stomping of their feet. It is better to find a thigh to hug them.

Chen Luo's appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention. Because Chen Luo has not been officially sealed, and the crown costume has not been issued, so he is still wearing an ordinary Confucian robe. The immature faces are very unfamiliar, but it is impossible to come in without a guide, so they whispered to each other.

"Your Excellency is Wan Anbo Chen Luo?" A voice sounded behind Chen Luo. Chen Luo turned around and saw an official in his thirties saluting him. Six auspicious clouds were drawn on his chest. There is a pavilion faintly visible.

Ji Zhong told Chen Luo that this was the court uniform of Wenchang Pavilion, and the six auspicious clouds indicated that the other party was a sixth-rank official.

"Chen Luo, I've seen your lord." Chen Luo hurriedly bowed his hands to return the salute, and the person who came in smiled slightly: "I don't dare, my servant Xiao Shiyuan, Wenchang Pavilion is recording things, uncle, come with me..."

That Xiao Lushi turned around and walked in one direction, Chen Luo hurriedly followed, and after a while he entered a group of officials with auspicious cloud pavilions painted on their court uniforms.

True Wenchang Pavilion Base Camp!

Xiao Shiyuan led Chen Luo all the way forward, which also attracted everyone's attention, but Xiao Shiyuan kept walking and directly brought Chen Luo to the front of the team. There, the two old men were talking softly. One of them was emaciated, with a crane-haired childish face, a kind face, and a white beard hanging down to his chest. In the pattern on his chest, a simple pavilion was drawn, standing on an auspicious cloud.

The other old man was burly, with a beard, and looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a conspicuous scar on the corner of his eye. The pattern on his chest is a blood-colored lake, and a blood-red brush is suspended above the lake.

"Teacher, Wan Anbo is here." Xiao Shiyuan respectfully saluted the emaciated old man and said softly. The kind old man turned his head, looked up and down at Chen Luo, and smiled slightly: "Old man Yan Baichuan!"

Chen Luo had already guessed in his heart. Seeing that the other party directly reported his name, he hurriedly bent over and said, "Boy Chen Luo, I have seen Wen Xiang!"

"Wan Anbo doesn't need to be too polite!" Yan Baichuan said gently, stepping forward and grabbing Chen Luo's hand, leading him to the old man who had talked with him before, and introducing: "This is Han Qingzhu, the soldier, the backbone of our human race. ."

Damn it, big guy*2!

Chen Luo hurriedly bowed and saluted again: "I have seen the soldiers!"

Han Qingzhu laughed and patted Chen Luo on the shoulder: "That's right. The future generations are formidable. Go on, and strive to increase your fighting power for the human race!"

Chen Luo understood that the fact that he opened the Tongtian Road was definitely not a secret in the eyes of these big men, so he respectfully replied: "Boy, do your best!"

Han Qingzhu was about to say something else when he suddenly heard a high-pitched voice: "The Holy Master is here!"

The entire hall fell silent for a moment, and the ministers stood up and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty is welcome..."

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North Wind Tower. The wind and rain outside the building became more and more rapid, but the inside of the North Wind Building was full of warmth.

Perhaps it was the arrival of the students of Zheliu Academy, which made Beifenglou, a market place that woke up early, rarely show a splendid atmosphere. About 80 or 90 students came, and they booked half of the Beifeng Building. The usual carefree regulars didn't dare to shout loudly at this time, and they all whispered softly.

"Senior brother, I'm waiting for a gentleman in the academy to analyze the newspaper, why did Mr. Wang bring us here to wake up early?" A student muttered to an older student. You know, Zheliu Academy is in the west of the city. In order to get to Beifenglou in time, he got up an hour early.

The other person also nodded and said, "Yes, what's there to hear. Anyway, it's about fighting the northern barbarians, linking the southern demons, and increasing qi and luck!"

"Shut up!" The older student stretched out his hand and tapped each of the two younger brothers on the head before saying, "It's not the point of writing. Mr. Wang brought us here to listen to "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui."

"A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui? That short article that the academy issued yesterday? It's strange to read. I plan to transcribe a few copies and send them home to prevent ghosts. But what's so strange about it?"

The eldest student shook his head slightly: "The younger brother doesn't know anything. The painted mouth Nansheng of Beifenglou was originally just ordinary, but in the past few days, he has gained a reputation for saying "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" It is said that it is lifelike, Let people be immersed in the scene, and won the rhythm of this article, not to be missed!"

"It turned out to be so!" The students also heard what the older student said. After all, they are all teenagers, and they suppressed their early temper and began to look forward to it...

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Outside the hall, the light rain that had been pattering suddenly turned into a pouring shower.

Inside the Changming Palace, memorials were played in an orderly manner, debated, and then decided or reconsidered. Chen Luo stood in the corner, leaning against the dragon column in the hall, and was about to fall asleep.

"Since the ministers have agreed, then there will be the ministers of labor and soldiers to go north, sit in Wanren City, and take charge of the Great Wall of Righteousness to prevent the barbarians from attacking in winter. The decree is immediate, and the ministries must not delay."

Emperor Xuan Ye Heng, who was sitting on the throne, finished his last government affairs, and then glanced at Hou An next to him. Hou Anxin took the lead, stood up, and shouted, "Wan'an County Chen Luo accepted the order!"

Chen Luo, who was already half asleep, was jolted and woke up, but he didn't respond. Someone kicked him from behind. Chen Luo staggered and fell out of the crowd, causing the courtroom to chuckle.

At this time, Chen Luo didn't even have time to think about which **** kicked him, and hurriedly bowed: "Caomin is here!"

Hou An opened the imperial decree and began to recite it. A decree that was more tongue-in-cheek than in the previous life was read for five minutes. Finally, Chen Luo finally heard that he was awarded the title of Wan An Bo, hereditary, and Wan'an County was the fief, um. , It seems that there are 10,000 taels of silver every year.

"My ministers lead the order, thank you!"

Chen Luo shouted sincerely, and naturally a little **** handed the imperial edict to Chen Luo. At this moment, Chen Luo's heart was relieved, and he was about to retreat into the crowd. At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded -

"Your Majesty, the old minister has something to ask Wan Anbo!"

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