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The first ray of sunlight passed through the imperial dragon bead on top of the palace wall, and the palace gate slowly opened. A group of a hundred people, ready to go, walked out of the red gate.

The first one to drive out was the emperor's carriage. The young king sat majestically on the dragon carriage. When the people along the way saw the noble golden color, their eyes were filled with love and respect.

Today is the National Sacrifice of Dacheng, the only day when the people of the capital can meet the monarch without kneeling.

Every household waited at Zhuzheng Street early in the morning. They stood spontaneously and orderly on both sides of the street, waiting to catch a glimpse of the country's monarch.

Today, their king will lead all the officials to the Taimiao to offer sacrifices to the heavens, the earth, and their ancestors, and pray for them!

Some of the people standing on the roadside were over fifty years old, some were in their prime, and some were still babies. Without exception, everyone's eyes were filled with longing.

Some of them have white hair and gray temples, and are over fifty years old. They traveled thousands of miles to the capital a month ago just to see the king of this land; some are young and strong, still studying or waiting for the autumn harvest. Although they eventually lead different lives, they have never forgotten their childhood ambitions of going into the battlefield to kill the enemy and having their names on the list to serve the country.

The king, sitting at the top, looked straight ahead without paying any attention to them. His expression was serious, noble and unattainable.

Some people shed tears. They finally saw the king, their king, who was so powerful that he looked down upon everything in the world!

A group of a hundred people crossed Zhuzhi Street and headed straight for Zhucheng Gate. The gate was wide open and the huge team left the capital.

At the city gate, a cavalry corps of nearly a thousand people was lined up in two columns on both sides of the city gate. General Xu Chengwei of the cavalry had been waiting for a long time.

The emperor's dragon chariot rode out, Xu Chengwei leading the way, followed by the ten lieutenant generals of the cavalry, each with five men. Two cavalry armies, one on each side, joined the hundred-man column. Every ten men were assigned a scout over five years old and a sentry. Another hundred soldiers, escorting supplies, followed at the rear. The escort alone numbered nearly a thousand men, not counting the scouts who remained invisible and the thousand soldiers already deployed along the route and near the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The entire column was meticulously protected.

Seeing this scene, the young king was unhappy. Xu Chengwei did too good a job. He was just giving him a turtle shell!

It's just a turtle shell, with a head in the front, a tail in the back, and a radar and loudspeaker in the middle...

Zhu Shengyuan, standing by, quietly defended Xu Chengwei: "Your Majesty, General Xu is also concerned about your safety..."

"Hmph!" the young king snorted coldly, "With so many people escorting me, others still think I'm a coward! This Xu Chengwei, apart from his scouting skills, is really no match for Qin Xi!"

"Your Majesty, this number is a bit too large, but this is the proper scale of a national sacrifice. Prince Yong'an previously streamlined it..."

"Forget it." Bei Zhenming picked up a few memorials beside him. These were the ministers' requests for leave he had received last night. Without thinking much about them, he tossed them to Zhu Shengyuan beside him. "These cowards are greedy for life and cowardice. When the exam is announced next year, all of them will go home and farm."

Bei Zhenming picked up the letter of leave from Jia Xiang that he had received this morning. The letter also included a diagnosis from Baoci Hall, stating that Jia Xiang had contracted typhoid fever after not covering himself properly with a blanket at night...

Bei Zhenming threw the Cambodian letter of leave aside, but did not doubt its authenticity.

Baocitang is the best pharmacy in Beijing. Its quality is beyond doubt, and it should not commit fraud to tarnish its reputation.

However, Bei Zhenming was still unhappy: "Prime Minister Jia is really old, his body is not good, and his mind is not good. In the past few years, he could still make some decisions for me, but in the past two years, only Censor Fu can understand my painstaking efforts."

At this moment, Jia Xiang, who was staying at home, curled up in the quilt and sneezed twice violently. He didn't know why the cold hurt. After Jia Shen sneezed, he wailed one after another.

In Qingxin Hall, Li Qingyun was feeding a vegetative patient. He fed him two mouthfuls, but nothing went in, and he almost stained the prince's robe. Luo Yao, who was standing by, twitched his mouth when he saw this.

I don’t know where Zhang Jiji went. He disappeared after yesterday afternoon and hasn’t appeared today.

When Zhang Jiji was not around, Li Qingyun became the one who fed the prince medicine and food. Li Qingyun was a big and strong man, so how could he do such delicate work?

Seeing the porridge overflowing from the corner of the vegetative Bei Zhenting's mouth again, Luo Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Give me the porridge, you go help him up!"

Li Qingyun said "Oh" a little embarrassedly, handed the bowl and spoon to Luo Yao, walked to the bed and helped Bei Zhenting up.

Luo Yao pointed at Li Qingyun and said, "Open his mouth."

So rude? Li Qingyun really didn't expect that one day he would be able to see the handsome face of the prince, but seeing the princess's serious face, he had no choice but to pinch the prince's chin and force him to open his mouth.

Seeing that Bei Zhenting's mouth was open, Luo Yao scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it directly into Bei Zhenting's mouth.

Ye Qing was a little scared when he happened to see this scene.

The porridge just out of the pot has been cold for a while, but it is still a little hot.

Bei Zhenting frowned unconsciously, but fortunately he didn't spit it out and ate it.

A few large spoonfuls of porridge were stuffed into Bei Zhenting's mouth, and a large bowl of porridge was fed. Before Bei Zhenting could digest it, Luo Yao picked up another bowl of tonic and stuffed it into his mouth again.

Good medicine tastes bitter. I didn’t vomit the porridge just now because it tasted good. This medicine is so bitter that even a vegetative person cannot tolerate it.

After the vegetative man spat out medicine several times from the corner of his mouth and was cleverly caught by Luo Yao's spoon and put back into his mouth, he also felt that if he didn't drink it, someone would keep feeding him, so the vegetative man Bei Zhenting unconsciously began to drink the medicine obediently.

Fortunately, Luo Yao still had some conscience. After feeding the bitter medicine, he fed him two spoonfuls of cold sweet date soup.

The vegetative patient's mouth no longer felt bitter and his eyebrows relaxed.

I don't know who's taking care of him today. Instead of letting him lie in bed all day, they thoughtfully put a soft cushion behind him...

After lunch, the sky was gloomy and depressing, making people feel restless and irritable.

In Qingxin Hall, a group of burly guys sat around a few tables, none of them looked energetic.

The only two energetic people sitting in the corner were Tian Xing, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and Luo Xinchen.

Tian Xing is young, only sixteen years old. He was a genius who had been well-known among the people in the past two years. He was proficient in mathematics and was appointed by the emperor as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He was the youngest official in the Dacheng official group.

Minister of Revenue Jiang Xin was usually very lazy. All matters in the Ministry of Revenue were usually decided by Jiang Xin, and then Tian Xing had to work hard for several months with the Ministry of Revenue. The boss was lazy, so at such a young age, Tian Xing could be considered the head of the Ministry of Revenue.

Yesterday, His Majesty suddenly found a doctor for him in the clinic without saying much. Tian Xing thought that the emperor was going to transfer him to the Imperial Hospital!

I came to pay my respects to the gentleman appointed by His Majesty early this morning, but I didn't expect that the gentleman was just a little brat.

Tianxing didn't believe that the little brat could do arithmetic at all, but he didn't expect that the little brat could defeat him with just a multiplication table, and the two of them quickly became friends.

Tian Xing was originally a little genius. He memorized the Arabic numerals that Luo Xingchen taught him very quickly, and also quickly understood the multiplication table, but he was still not familiar with it and could not recite it.

The Ministry of Revenue was very busy and he had little free time. It was only after the Emperor's order that Jiang Xin was willing to let him out today. Tian Xing had no time to memorize the multiplication table, so he could only look up the table to do multiplication and division problems for the time being.

Because he had just come into contact with something completely unfamiliar and was not very experienced, Tian Xing was already confused by Luo Xinchen's explanation. What did it mean when the divisor is enlarged (reduced) by n times, the dividend remains unchanged, and the quotient is reduced (enlarged) by n times...

Tian Xing is now being criticized for not being able to divide the divisor by the score!

"Let me think about it..." Tian Xing hugged his head, feeling his brain swell up...

This thing is too abstract!

It took Luo Xingchen a long time to distinguish between the divisor and the dividend. After explaining it to the stupid student several times, the little boy himself was confused!

The two, one big and one small, held their heads in their arms, their faces in agony. Luo Xinchen no longer wanted to teach them. The children were playful and had long wanted to go out and play. But this stupid student couldn't learn and still wanted to finish it all in one day. He had pinned him to the table since early morning and now he still hadn't let him go until almost noon.

Little Dumpling was sleepy and tired, and wanted to cry but had no tears!

After feeding Bei Zhenting, Luo Yao closed the door and went to sleep. He didn't sleep well last night, and the weather was too stuffy today, so Luo Yao slept all afternoon.

When I woke up, I found that my younger brother was sleeping next to me and snoring.

Luo Yao got out of bed quietly and opened the door. It was already drizzling outside.

The drizzle cannot dispel the summer heat, but instead increases people's boredom.