Zhao Wanyong and Ding You!

It was unexpected and normal. It had not been a day or two since the news about Zhao Zhenkuan's illness came out. Previously, a number of high-ranking officials, including Hong Jinglai, helped search for famous doctors. How could such a high-profile matter not be known to everyone in the city?

Now that Zhao Zhenkuan has passed away, there is no other way. Hong Jinglai certainly hopes to let Xiao Zhao win his love and stay in charge. But Hong Jinglai knows very well what kind of person Xiao Zhao is.

Reputation is not as simple as having a good official position. Normal etiquette, filial piety and brotherhood are all observed carefully. Brothers, friends, and brothers are respectful, father is kind, and son is filial. It is just a matter of course.

Therefore, as a rule, Zhao Zhenkuan was granted the title of Grand Kuangfu Guo Chonglu, who led the affairs of state. As for the posthumous title, it should have been decided by the imperial court. But Hong Jinglai and Zhao Wanyong were very friendly, so Hong Jinglai sent someone to ask Zhao Wanyong what he thought.

, except that the writing is too good, everything else is basically fine.

Including Zhao Wanyong, Zhao Yinyong, Zhao Yuanyong, Zhao Zhongyong and others all resigned from their posts. Uncles and uncles also have to mourn in this year, but it is not as long as twenty-five months for a biological son.

The earth is still spinning, and it will not stop without anyone. Hong Jinglai can only ask Zhao Wanyong to quickly go to Hanyang Mansion and the officials to sort out the basic things, and then hand them over to the deputy. He, Ding You, will definitely have someone to rise up in the next three years.

He was appointed to these two important positions, but Hong Jinglai would naturally refer to Fengyang Zhao's opinion when selecting him. After all, after three years, Xiao Zhao would still have to continue working when he came back.

Xiao Zhao didn't refuse anything. Taking advantage of the large number of helpers at home, he hurried to the official office to explain all the things that needed to be explained, and then went home to continue the funeral.

"Grand Judge, there is a letter from the training hall. It says that you must sign it to avoid any delay." A clerk came in from the outside with a white certificate in his hand.

"I know, let it go." Zhao Wanyong is in charge of the Hanyang Mansion and the Hanyang Three Thousand Heroes Battalion. These are important things and cannot be easily entrusted to others.

"Although the Zhuangyong Battalion is not of much use, it is still a soldier in the capital. I would like to ask Major General Hong to take charge of it for the time being." Zhao Wanyong turned to the man beside him and entrusted him.

"There is nothing wrong with protecting the teachings!" Hong Congjue, who was temporarily transferred from Major General of the Imperial Guard to the right commander of Hanyang Prefecture, agreed quickly.

Hong Jinglai temporarily handed over the matter of the imperial guards to Han Sanshi, and ordered him to teach the cavalry to serve as the palace guard of honor, and ensure that there were hundreds of confidants stationed in the palace. The imperial guards in the palace have always been in charge since Hong Jinglai entered the city.

The situation where Li Sangxian and Hong Kyungrae account for half of each other is considered a kind of balance. The palace is relieved, and Hong Kyungrae is also relieved.

Hong Congjue, who previously served as an assistant in the City Repair and Fire Control Department, is very familiar with the situation in Hanyang. Let him temporarily dispose of the Hanyang Zhuangyong Camp, which can not only reassure Hong Jinglai, but also ensure that it will be returned to Xiao Zhao's family in three years.

Zhao is also relieved.

"I'm sorry..." Xiao Zhao still looked calm, but now that he had lost his father, there was a sad look on his face.

"Save it, save it." Hong Congjue said goodbye and went out. He knew that Zhao Wanyong was busy with handovers today and had many things to do, so he had no time to make friends with him.

After getting up and seeing off Hong Congjue, Zhao Wanyong sat down again. He signed the documents for troop deployment. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the letter sent from the training hall. He sighed, why did something happen at this time?

An additional 40,000 kilograms of charcoal will be given to the training hall?

What the hell is this? It’s almost the rainy season, and the weather has already warmed up. Why does the training camp ask Hanyang Prefecture to allocate the charcoal in stock? It can’t be because it’s so cold that I need to keep warm. This is

Which one comes out.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao Bowen remembered that his family had been working hard in Hanyang Mansion for more than a day or two. He turned around and took out an official document from a row of wooden cabinets behind him. It was also sent to Hanyang Mansion by the training hall in previous years, but the time was

The difference is that it was sent in late September of the year before last. The same request was made to the Hanyang Treasury to transfer charcoal, but the quantity was 80,000 kilograms.

"What was it for?" Zhao Wanyong fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Wanyong seemed to have caught something, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face. Then he summoned a close servant of his and asked him to go to the Domestic Demand Department in the palace to check whether there was any large amount of money.

transfer of materials.

"It's impossible, how could it be possible..."

Zhao Wanyong, who was always in disbelief, had to quickly hand over the follow-up matters, and then returned home, waiting for the family member's reply. Although there were many bad ideas in his mind, he still held on to a bit of luck.

"Master, I have already asked clearly. Tens of thousands of kilograms of lead and tin from the Domestic Demand Department have been delivered to the training hall. In addition, there are three thousand kilograms of wine and some coarse cloth from Neishan Temple." The family member ran back panting, but the information was inquiring.

It was very comprehensive. Not only did the Domestic Supplies Department ordered by Zhao Wanyong inquire about it, but they also inquired about the access to and from the Neisan Temple.

"Three thousand catties of wine and coarse cloth?" Zhao Wanyong said undecided.

The training hall has received so many transfers and rewards from the palace at this time, could it be...

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Seeing that the "peaceful" demonstration was ineffective, Huayang Academy knew that Hong Jinglai might really be determined to destroy Huayang Academy. At this time, Huayang Academy still held the Wandong Temple and the emperor Shenzong Xian in the temple, which was a gold medal for immunity from death.

If Hong Jing is allowed to move the divine master, Huayang Academy without its amulet will look like something that I can't even imagine.

At this point, Huayang Academy has already put its best efforts into action and distributed letters widely, calling on scholars from all over the world to go to Huayang Academy to defend the Holy Land, lest Lord Jun, Father and God be invaded by Xiaoxiao's followers.

My father-in-law, Shenzongxianxianhuang, was very easy to use. As soon as the letter was sent out, scholars and scholars from all over the country responded one after another, and there were also Liangban from all over the country who secretly promoted it. Within a short period of time, 60,000 to 70,000 people gathered in Huayang Academy.

These people shouted slogans to defend their father to the death, to preserve the stability of the spiritual holy land of Huayang Academy. They also called on all the heroes in the world to rise up against Hong Jinglai's tyranny, so that the world could see clearly that Hong Jinglai was a beast without a king and a father.

's true face.

Naturally, there were Confucian scholars who were highly selected in literature among the crowd, and someone immediately wrote an eloquent and eloquent essay, which was not only praised by everyone present, but also supported by the majority of Confucian scholars.

The message was quickly spread to Hanyang by interested people. After experiencing the incident in Huayang where thousands of people were deserted, Hong Jinglai was originally prepared to deal with it coldly, but he couldn't stand it and the gang became more and more violent. In the end, even the message was sent to Hong Jinglai.
Chapter completed!