Practice begins with the awakening of the possessed old devil

236 The Mid-Autumn Festival Comes

"On that day, little brother, I will go to ask Nayi to come to my Chunhui Building to hold and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for him. I must make him stay drunk. Then big brother can do whatever he wants."

"Ah, high, what a clever plan!" The Eight Sage King Zhao Youting gave Ni Qi a thumbs up, couldn't help but slapped his thigh, and praised loudly.

"Choose to deal with the Prime Minister during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the prince is very motivated."

"He couldn't spend the lively Mid-Autumn Festival in Jing'an, but he was wandering in the army outside, working endlessly, and he couldn't help complaining about everything..."

"I'm afraid it's also the right minister's daily calculations against him, which prevented him from having real power and a large army. It's just that these two things were entrusted by the father and caught in the right minister's hands."

"Daily right-hand ministers are also able to get closer to the emperor and gain the trust of the emperor, and they often slander and suppress the prince."

"In this way, our strategy was easily implemented, and the crown prince was successfully blamed, and the rift and hatred between the right minister and the prince were further expanded."

"We just have to sit back and watch their struggle, even as a catalyst, and make little moves out of it."

"That's right!" Ni Qi narrowed his eyes and said with far-reaching gaze.

Seeing that the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the capital is already full of lively festive atmosphere.

The emperor has the emperor's business, and the eunuch has the eunuch's business.

Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and hearing that the southern front is reporting frequent successes, and the Xingluo army is retreating steadily, Nanqing Emperor Zhao An is in a good mood.

It's not easy to meet this auspicious year, can you not curry favor with everyone?

With an order from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Liugong and the rest were busy.

There were lanterns and festoons everywhere inside and outside the palace, and baskets of big steamed buns and birthday peaches were steamed in the imperial dining room. The maids were busy making rabbits, and the four or five thousand people in the harem had been tossing for more than ten days.

Zhao An was delighted, and issued an order to the Ministry of Rites to amnesty the world.

He also ordered officials from all over the country to give moon cakes and food and wine to the elderly over 50 years old during festivals to show their holy grace, and the whole country was full of praise for a time.

At this time, the busiest place was the Honglu Temple of the Nanqing court. The official office of the Honglu Temple was located in the southeast corner of the imperial city. It was connected to Chongguang Gate in the north and Binyao Gate in the east. .

Because Honglu Temple is responsible for important matters related to the dignity of the country, such as court meetings, guests, good and bad etiquette.

His official residence was built magnificently, gorgeously and solemnly, even more grand and magnificent than the prime minister's yamen of Zhongshu Province.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and as the first collection and distribution point for envoys from all over the world to pay homage to the Nanqing Dynasty, the entire two-story government office is decorated beautifully and solemnly with brocade banners fluttering and lights shining brightly.

All kinds of officials and foreign officials in front of the official yamen make people come and go, and they are very busy from morning to night.

Before you know it, night has come.

The evening drum had just sounded. At this time in the past, the entire imperial city would fall into silence.

But these days the situation is different. Although the end gate in front of Tianjin Bridge has been closed, the left and right tuck gates on both sides are still open.

Horses and chariots preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremonies flowed in and out of the imperial city, and the official office of Honglu Temple was even more brilliantly lit.

A group of officials are still working hard, forgetting to sleep and eat for this annual celebration.

In the main hall of Honghe Temple, Zhou Dacheng, the Minister of Honghe Temple, was sitting in front of the desk, listening to Liu Yifei, the young minister of Honghe Temple, report his official duties.

Zhou Da is over sixty years old, of medium build, with a goatee beard on his slender face, black and gray beard mixed with a few strands of gray.

And Shaoqing Liu Yifei is a young man in his early 30s. His appearance is too ordinary to be invisible to everyone, but he has a pair of piercing eyes.

"The banquets, rituals and music for the Mid-Autumn Festival are all ready;"

"At that time, the order of court rituals, ceremonies and drum arrangements for the congratulations of all officials will be reviewed by the Prime Minister this afternoon."

"The list of Siyi audiences, please go through the right minister. Today, the Court of Conciliarity has notified the Turks, Uighurs, Tubo, Kucha, Dashi, Khotan, Tianzhu, Persia, Zhaowukang, Su, Envoys from Dongdao, Yufu and other countries..."

Holding a chronicle book in his hand, Liu Yifei chanted the report loudly, while carefully observing Zhou Dacheng's expression, with a faint worry in his heart.

Liu Yifei has worked in Honglu Temple for more than several years, and he is very familiar with the shrewdness of this immediate boss, and knows that he is full of energy and strong will.

The more complicated the affairs, the more excited and devoted, and I often work without sleep for days and nights without showing any signs of fatigue.

But at this moment, Zhou Dacheng looked very abnormal, his face was pale, his eyes were loose, and he looked completely absent-minded.

Liu Yifei finished his report and gently covered the book in his hand.

Seeing that Zhou Dacheng didn't respond at all, he had to raise his voice and call out twice: "Master Zhou, Master Zhou."

"Ah? Good, very good." Zhou Dacheng woke up like a dream.

He waved at Liu Yifei: "You go, have a good rest tonight, tomorrow will be the official holiday, I'm afraid you won't even have time to sleep."

"Yes." Liu Yifei bowed, and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered something.

He had no choice but to stop, and said in a low voice: "Lord Zhou, there is another small matter. Today, the Court of Conciliarity came to report that a few days ago a translator of Yu Fu's Mandarin was lost, named Chimu Liangtian."

"Oh? Akagi Liangtian?" Zhou Dacheng frowned, his eyes flickering.

"I remember this person, it was seven years ago that Yu Fuguo crossed the sea and came ashore to study in Nanqing."

"Because he is very fluent in Chinese and is very disciplined, he was recruited into Honglu Temple as an interpreter."

"You have been doing a good job all these years, why did you suddenly get lost?"

Liu Yifei interjected, "That's right. I went down to ask about it, and said that Akagi Liangtian is one of the best Yufu Mandarin translators here, and he is very popular."

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, and even the lords and ministers on the right, who receive Yu Fuguo's important envoys on a daily basis, they all ask him to be the interpreter."

"He has always been very stable and has never had any incidents."

"A few days ago, I suddenly left the building and disappeared. The Concierge Court sent people out to look for it, but they found nothing."

"En." Zhou Dacheng nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "Has the Yu Fu Mandarin interpreter for this ceremony been arranged?"

"Master Zhou, please rest assured that another suitable candidate has been arranged, and it will not affect the ceremony of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Okay. I'm too busy these two days. Let's put this aside for now. After the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration, if he still doesn't come back, then report to Jingzhao Mansion or Dali Temple."

Seeing that Zhou Dacheng fell into silence again, Liu Yifei lowered his head and stepped away gently.

Walking to the door, Zhou Dacheng shouted, "Yifei, don't leave yet."

"I just remembered that tonight I have to report to the Minister of the Central Secretariat on the preparations for the ceremony."

"I'm not in a good mood today, you can go there with me."