Chapter 683

Even in the Zijin palace, which was once regarded as the most sacred palace of the great Wei Dynasty, he was most reluctant to be told of his existence, but his blood was not an ordinary person after all, so he was very particular about his daily food. It was really difficult for him to let him eat the food that only tramps and hungry civilians were willing to swallow.

"After all, it's enough to eat. Twelve families have to live, and it's good to be able to do these."

Looking at this one day ago, he was still timidly asking his name as big brother, but now he has changed into a 95 year old boy. For a moment, Yang Xuan still couldn't accept the gap. This time, I came to the charity stand because of a whim of the little emperor Wei Xuan, who had just put on his imperial robe and sat on the Dragon chair.

"But the food is too bad? There is no meat at all. Those people who have lost their homes still have to work hard to build houses!"

Wei Xuan could not help but Tucao, but found himself sitting opposite Yang Xuan, looking at himself in a straight way. He was nervous at one moment and could not help but feel anxious. "What did I make complaints about?" asked the teacher hastily.

Yang Xuan smiled and said gently to Wei Xuan, "I don't know, but I think it's always philistine to sit in your position. The territory of Wei is so large that if you don't control your extravagance, sooner or later the country will collapse."

"So it is. I remember."

The little emperor nodded solemnly. Yang Xuan couldn't help laughing. But to Yang Xuan's surprise, the little emperor actually picked up the Wowotou in his hand and ate it. The food that had just tasted like chewing wax in his mouth is now like a good delicacy.

"Didn't you just dislike that it's not delicious?"

Yang Xuan couldn't help asking, for fear that the little emperor would feel uncomfortable on the first day of sitting on the throne. But who knows, Wei Xuan just smiled and said to Yang Xuan, "teacher, didn't you just tell me that I want to be philistine? Anyway, these foods have been given to me. I don't eat for nothing, do I?"

With that, Wei Xuan continued to eat.

Yang Xuan was stunned and looked at the little boy in front of him in some surprise. Although his age and appearance look like a little boy who is still playing, Yang Xuan seems to feel something from him.

Yang Xuan opened his mouth and finally couldn't help asking, "do you have confidence?"

The little boy stopped putting food in his mouth. After a moment of meditation, he raised a face like balsam pear and said to Yang Xuan, "if I say I have, it must be a lie. But even if I say no, can I not do it?"

Wei Xuan said, suddenly thought of something and said to Yang Xuan, "why don't you help me sit on the throne, teacher?"

"Are you trying to kill my teacher? I don't want to bear the bad name of seeking power and usurping power."

Yang Xuan waved his hand and refused Wei Xuan's words. I don't know whether it was a joke or serious.

A set of Wowotou was soon solved by the two. Although Yang Xuan's background was not bad, even when he was still in Qingzhou City, the Yang family was also a big family in Qingzhou City. But because of some experiences in his childhood, eating Wowotou is not a pain for him. However, Wei Xuan has lived in the Imperial Palace since childhood. As the prince who "cooks with the son of heaven", he is really surprised that he can eat half a plate of Wowotou in one breath.

Wei Xuan patted his belly full of Wowotou and white rice porridge and said to Yang Xuan, "teacher, let's go?"

Yang Xuan nodded slightly. They stood up and walked towards the purple gold palace together.

Although in the past few hundred years, there has never been a precedent for Da Wei to go to court on New Year's day. However, no one commented on the order passed by Tianji pavilion to every official to go to court on the first day of the lunar new year.

On the way to the purple gold palace, there are many officials wearing luxurious tonic official robes. Most of these officials who used to choose to take carriages in the past chose to measure the avenue from Zhengyang Street to the gate of Zijin palace step by step for the first time today.

A man dressed in green pines and white cranes saw a strange pair of big and small people walking towards the Zijin palace, and curiously came together.

Yang Xuan looked at the man who came together. If he remembered correctly, this official dress represented the five grade officials, and it was also the lowest grade among the officials who could face the saint. The capital is full of red and purple. Such a five-grade official seems to be a little prominent in this group of people.

"Which department officials are you? Why are you so strangers?"

The man looked at Yang Xuan and Wei Xuan and asked curiously. Yang Xuan just smiled faintly and said to the man, "I'm a newly promoted official. This is the first time to go to court. No, even the official clothes haven't been sent to me."

"So it is. You can rise to the capital at your age. You must be a senior official in the court in the future."

The man walked forward and patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder as if he had come from a familiar place, and said with great enthusiasm. Wei Xuan beside Yang Xuan is only 14 years old, but he is not small. Compared with the northerners, he is really shorter, but he will not arouse suspicion.

In fact, the man who kept praising Yang Xuan from beginning to end looked only in his early twenties. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Yang Xuan heard a strong self-confidence from the man's words, and it seems that a large part of what he said to Yang Xuan is talking about himself.

According to the man, his name is Guan Bing. His mother gave him this name because she hoped that he would be a military general who could lead soldiers and fight in the future. However, she didn't expect to become a civil servant who wrote and wrote when she grew up. I don't know if it was good luck.

But anyway, being able to become an official in Beijing is already a matter of honor, so Guan Bing's mother didn't tangle too much in this matter.

"In the future, please help brother Yang."

Guan Bing patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder, looking like a scoundrel.

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded. Then he restrained the expression on his face and said to Guan Bing, "brother Guan, the Palace door is here."

Guan Bing looked up and saw that what stood in front of him was the place representing the highest power center of the whole Wei Dynasty. Even though the palace gate was burned by Zhu Yuan, the purple gold palace still exudes great majesty.