Kangxi looked pale and asked calmly: "Has the carriage been surrounded by assassins?"

Duolon shook his head quickly and said:

"Your Majesty, the assassin has not appeared yet. It is better to take the opportunity to move and leave the dangerous place with a quick horse."

Kangxi shook his head with a serious expression. He quickly thought about the current situation and said firmly: "I, don't move!"

"Immediately dispatch people to the nearest city gate, and the government office will dispatch troops. The rest of the people will defend themselves from all sides, protect the car and wait for assistance."

Duolong immediately took the order with a stern expression and ordered the two confidants to go to the nearest infantry camp separately and the patrol camp came to rescue the horse. The other imperial guards were stationed in two circles inside and outside, stationed in four directions, east, west, south, and north, and surrounded the emperor's carriage with horses. Duolong ordered all attendants of the Interior Affairs Office to scatter around and block several alleys nearby.

Duolong looked solemn, frowned, held the horizontal knife in his hand tightly, and stood in front of the carriage.

Ling Pu, the Minister of the Interior, had a dirt-faced face, and his back was sweating profusely. He leaned carefully next to Emperor Kangxi's carriage. Ling Pu lamented in his heart, how could he be so unlucky? Then he went on a tour with him in a squat, but he met an assassin.

Although Zhang Yushu was riding on a horse, he was an unarmed scholar after all, and the reins in his hand were nervously clenched and sweated.

Everyone was in an extremely tense atmosphere, and they were strictly guarded...

Suddenly, the emperor's very calm voice came from the carriage: "Yu Shu, come in the carriage and tell me about the "Book of Changes"."

Zhang Yushu was in a state of fear, and was suddenly summoned by the emperor. His back immediately fell and slipped off his horse's back and climbed into the emperor's carriage. Kangxi looked at Zhang Yushu, a lecturer at Hanlin Academy, with a hint of smile on his face and asked him aloofly:

"Yu Shu, what did you say when General Manager Gu handed you a bag in the morning?"

Zhang Yushu pondered for a moment and replied solemnly:

"At that time, General Manager Gu once told Weichen, (There is fifty taels of silver in this bag, please ask Mr. Zhang to take it.) Weichen took the bag and did not dare to ask the reason."

Kangxi was happy to hear this and said to him:

"There are many imperial guards outside, so there is no need to worry about jade books. You might as well explain it to me. That passage of Jiusan says: A gentleman is healthy all day long, and he is vigilant all night, and he is vicious and has no fault. What does it mean?"

Only Zhang Yushu's voice was clear and he said jokingly:

"The Master said: A gentleman improves virtue and practices, and is loyal and trustworthy, so he can improve virtue. Rhetoric establishes sincerity, so he can live in career. Knowing the most extreme, he can be with a few. Knowing the end, he can be with a righteousness. Therefore, he is in the upper position without being arrogant, and in the lower position without worry. Therefore, he is vigilant because of the time, and he will be without blame.... He is the one who is honest and steadily steadily and diligent…"

Time passed by minute by minute, as if it was a long time without a stop. In fact, there was only one more incense stick. The sound of horse hooves and running came from both sides of the long street. The guards of the Infantry Barracks and the guards of the First Battalion and the three followers, both of whom were riding horses, were all sweating profusely to rescue the horse.

Suddenly, the whole street was covered with chaos! When the lieutenant of the Infantry Barracks Commission led Makka to hurried to the Imperial Guard General Duolong, he didn't have time to say anything. Doron waved his hand at him, and Makka immediately fell silent. The carriage began to spread from the center of the street, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet and silent.

Only a clear and upright tone came slowly from the carriage: "...Nine Five said, the flying dragon is in the sky, which is beneficial to the great man. What does it mean? Confucius said: The same sound corresponds to the same qi and seeks with the same qi; the water flows wet, and the fire becomes dry; the clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger. The saints make it, and all things are breathed, those who are from the sky are close to the top, and those who are from the earth are close to the bottom, and each follows its kind... "

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At about three o'clock, the official road of Gyeonggi was in the capital.

A fat riding a red-clad black horse galloped from the south. Fu Lao Liu was chanting the Buddha's name in his heart while galloping. But I must rush into the city. As long as I had time to enter the city, I could hand over the reply from the governor of Xuzhou River Jin Fu to the Ministry of Revenue to take out the errand. Tonight, our Lao Liu could go home to eat the hot wine of his wife, hugged her warm body, and have a beautiful sleep. Fu Lao Liu thought of this, even his ears were hot, and he couldn't help but tighten his legs and whipped another whip on the horse's buttocks.

The official road in the capital is Shili slope. The simple old tea stall is still ahead. It was too late at this time, and farmers gathered in groups of three or three to return home from the fields.

Fu Laoliu looked at the crowd blocking the road from afar and quickly shouted, "Give it, let it go..."

However, the farmers seemed to have not heard it, and they were holding hoes and wooden quinoa in their hands, standing near the official road.

Fu Lao Liu was surprised and immediately tightened the reins of the horse and slowed down. He said several times before finally slowing down the rapid horse and finally ran to a few meters away from the tea shed. Fu Lao Liu did not dismount, but sat on the horse's back and looked into the crowd watching.

But I saw an old man with a mud-faced face, ragged and covered in tears, sitting foolishly on the ground, holding a small, already stiff body in his arms. It was the young grandson, Zhuer, who could help his grandfather clean the table, ask his grandfather questions wisely, and beg for candy from his grandfather.

Lao He sat on the ground with Xiao Zhu'er's cold body in desolately, standing still, crying without saying a word. The farmers around him whispered and talked...

"I was still lively in the morning...", "I called me uncle in the morning...", "What a pity..."

"A clever kid...", "I heard that he is the only one who is born...", "I'm sorry..."

Fu Lao Liu frowned, took out three scattered copper coins from his arms, and gently threw them onto the ground in the circle. Fu Lao Liu Yi stopped the reins and continued to rush towards the capital.

Three copper coins jumped, jumped, and rolled a few times on the ground. One of the copper coins dripped, turned, and finally rolled next to a silver ingot, hit it, and stopped moving. This silver ingot covered with mud must have at least twenty taels.

Fu Lao Liu urged him to hurry up and rushed to the city gate. The city gate was actually closed.

Fu Lao Liu was furious. It was clear that it was not time to lock the city, so why didn’t you allow it to enter the city now?

The familiar city guard soldier on the Fu Lao Liu Dynasty yelled: "Lao Jiang, Xu San, are you here? I am Fu Lao Liu!"

A small head poked out from the tall and majestic city wall. He saw the face below clearly and shouted back:

"It's Lao Liu, you're not allowed to enter the city today. Hurry up and go to the neighboring town to rest!"

Fu Laoliu shouted again: "What happened?"

He shouted back from the top of the city: "Nine Gates are closed! The whole city is martial law! The big rope!"

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Chapter completed!