The officials of the Ministry of Rites at this time had a special feeling, riding on that only knowing to carry things, hurriedly urging two steps forward, and then looked around in a circle, then tidied up their clothes and hats, very arrogantly waved their hands and shouted: Start the journey!

  The farting driver! Zhao Xi's emotions and thoughts that had been brewing for the past few days suddenly vanished into thin air at this moment.

  What's there to see in the mortal world? What a joke! All I can do is watch this silver-haired, waxen-headed Fourth Army Commander, and see how this literary scholar dares to boss around a military general.

  Zhao Xizhen didn't know what to say, all his expectations were shattered by the sudden sound of the horse's whinny, and he even couldn't be bothered to ask about the strength of the four armies.

  Originally still sitting upright on the stretcher, at this moment, he suddenly slumped back and leaned heavily against the backrest... powerless.

  It's really uninteresting, let alone Zhao Xi wanting to see the worldly affairs, even human shadows can't enter his line of sight.

  Because this is not all that he brought with him on his journey. One mile ahead, there are vanguard troops clearing the entire route of advance.

  Out of the city gate, all the way west, except for seeing the heads and backs of the front team, it was just the shadow reflected by the sun. Neither of these shadows was what Zhao Xi wanted to see, he wanted to see a human figure... unfortunately not.

  In the latter half of March, it was no longer cool in Henan, let alone Zhao Xi who was wearing a suit. The carriage was steady and stable, Zhao Xi leaned back against the backrest, found a relatively comfortable posture, and slightly closed his eyes.

  Originally didn't want to see this annoying scene, who knew that in a little while he actually fell asleep.

  Also, last night I was daydreaming about the great Song Dynasty's mountains and rivers, from green grass to high mountains, from streams to the Yellow River, the only thing I didn't think of was what he saw.

  One night I was so excited that I didn't sleep soundly, but recently I've been watching too much and ended up falling asleep.

  How ridiculous! He said he was wise and had a divine gift for being an emperor, but now he's already fallen asleep.

  This official of the Ministry of Rites is now extremely suspicious of the true or false rumors circulating among the people and scholars.

  After returning from his trip, people often talked about how great E Wang Ye was, but now it seems that he is just so-so.

  Scholars were originally meant to be a check on the emperor's power. It is also good that when we and others have a chance to take charge, such emperors can also be restrained.

  This young man thought of this and immediately straightened his back again, shouting: Drive! He rode the horse to patrol around in a circle.

  It's okay, these imperial guards are quite decent and didn't try any sneakiness, which also saves me the trouble of having to take out my butcher knife for this matter.

  This time, Lang Zhong was able to take on this task, also thanks to the blessing of King Nan.

  In his early years, when he was still young, Zhao Zongyue, the crown prince of Ruyang, had contact with him.

  At that time, the official's family had no children. Under pressure from the courtiers, the thirteenth son entered the palace. He thought he had grasped a great opportunity and would rise to prominence from then on.

  Unexpectedly, after the birth of King Zhao, the 13th son was sent to a distant place as a vassal, and he himself was also banished to a military state for speaking out... For over a decade, he had been serving in various military states of the imperial court.

  This is also because of the new policies of Qingli, after these people who made trouble in the imperial court were sent out, fortunately, Xia Shanggong remembered them and they had today's mission.

  So Lang Zhong exerted himself and thought that after returning to Beijing to take up his post, he would get the first practical matter done.

  Zhao Xi woke up again, it should be the first half of the day. He was woken up by the heat, and after waking up, he felt sticky all over his body, which was very uncomfortable... His whole body was covered in stinky sweat, and his clothes were stuck to his skin.

  Take another look at the advancing troops... they're all worn out, each one like a frost-bitten vegetable seedling, hanging their heads and dragging their legs forward with difficulty.

  "Brother, who is in charge of this trip?"

  Zhao Xi opened his eyes and saw his cousin Cao Lin leaning against the carriage beside him, hiding in the shade... quite experienced.

  "It is Wang Ye, the Minister of Rites Zhang Wei. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Da Xiang, and is from Jiangsu Province. Last year, due to the new policy, many officials were transferred out, and his experience and qualifications were suitable for promotion, so he was allowed to enter the capital."

  Zhao Xi can call her brother's brother, but Cao Lin dare not.

  This is not a private matter, this is in the army. The Cao family's tradition does not allow him to disrupt discipline.

  As for those few words that were said, they were entrusted by Uncle Bo. He also knew that the King of E is still unfamiliar with the imperial court and would not know who the chief officer in charge of this ancestral worship is.

  And he, when he decided to guard King E, his uncle told him that the master was also explained, and his identity was also explained.

  Of course, with the close connection to the Ruyang Wangfu, he didn't know and his uncle didn't know either.

  Uncle Cao Cong passed away last year and left a will, stating that the Cao family should respect Prince E during his lifetime.

  This means that whether or not King Wuchang ultimately ascends to the throne, the Cao family will still have to treat him with respect.

  "Oh, brother-in-law, can you trouble him to come over for a bit?"

  Zhao Xi also knew that he couldn't just say whatever came to mind. It wasn't like he was ordering his brother-in-law to do this or that, it was just a casual mention while they were chatting.

  "Your Highness, this...this is probably not suitable. Firstly, I am a military general and should not disturb the superior officer without special circumstances. Secondly, if Your Highness has any requests, you can summon me through an imperial attendant. We military generals cannot be summoned like this."

  Cao Lin didn't think it was inappropriate for him to be ordered around by this prince's younger brother, what was truly inappropriate was the distinction between literary and martial arts.

  Oh... I forgot about this, just woke up and still dazed.

  Forgot this is an era of suppressing martial arts and promoting literature...

  "Zhōng zhèng, qù huàn nà ge..." translates to "Zhong Zheng, go call that..."

  "Zhang Wei."

  "Yes, go call Zhang Wei over here for a moment."

  Wang Zhongzheng was an imperial attendant, and this matter is his official duty.

  "Your Highness, at this critical moment of our military campaign, I wonder what instructions you have for me?"

  Not to mention his expression, but even in his words, it seemed like he was very impatient with Zhao Xi.

  "Zhang Langzhong, now that the soldiers are all exhausted, can't we take a short rest for a moment, wait for the officers to catch their breath, even if it's just to take a sip of water, and then continue?"

  According to the rules of the imperial court, it's only about 50 miles a day, which should be manageable. Zhao Xi saw the situation of these soldiers and thought it was unnecessary to rush hard, taking it easy would boost their morale.

  Considering that the Ministry of Rites is the main official, so consult with others.

  "Your Majesty, as for how to march and when to rest, the officials in the imperial court have made arrangements. This official will carry them out and there is no reason to make any changes at will."

  "As for the soldiers being exhausted... this kind of march is not even half a day, and it's less than 30 miles. What exhaustion? If they're already exhausted like this, how can they fight in the northwest?"

  Go to your grandma! Zhao Xi also admitted defeat after hearing this.

  Can it be the same? Early in the morning, before the third watch, this group of soldiers was already waiting outside the city gate.

  The key is that these people are all old soldiers, and they don't train normally. Suddenly you let them march with full equipment...

  Forget it, I won't reason with you! It's their job to guard, but the way you're stirring up trouble, if something unexpected happens, they can't even hold their equipment properly, let alone guard anything!

  You're an official of the imperial court, a civil servant; I won't waste words on you.

  "Zhang Langzhong, I... Little Wang got up early and caught a cold, this whole journey has been sleeping without covering, now there's some stomach trouble, need to find a place for a big bowel movement. If the trip is delayed, Little Wang will explain to the officials in the imperial court..."

  If you can really hold it in and not take a dump, I'll be truly convinced.