The imperial envoy represents the emperor and the will of the Nine Five Lords. It is a powerful job. Wherever he goes, he kneels down and respectfully.

In the past, Huang Mingrong was very envious. He was born in the army and had seen the glory of the imperial envoy from afar. That time, when he had the will to enter the camp, the general who had always been domineering and mighty be beating the imperial envoy who held the imperial envoy and bowed endlessly...

Of course, what the general knelt down and worshiped was not the imperial envoy himself, but the golden imperial edict.

That's enough.

Huang Mingrong now has a golden roll hidden in his body, but the treatment he received is not the same. After revealing his identity, he was soon held up by two yamen runners one on the left and one on the right:

"What are you doing? I...I am the imperial envoy..."

The words are as powerful as the person is weak.

When I came out of the capital that day, it was not like this.

Although the situation is difficult and the war is in chaos; although Yongzhou has long fallen, it is still the world of the court today. However, after entering Yongzhou with bumpy roads, the only pride in Huang Mingrong's heart has long been torn and gone.

Encountered refugees, met bandits, and stayed in a black store...

One question after another.

During this process, the four companions died, their horses were gone, and their food, gold and silver were exhausted. When they arrived in Laoshan, the imperial envoy was almost the same as the refugee and beggar. When they heard that Chen Sanlang had moved to the prefectures and counties, Huang Mingrong almost wanted to hit the walls of Laoshan Prefecture.

Fortunately, Laoshan is in good condition and is thriving.

Huang Mingrong was surprised to see the busy and hardworking people like ants in the wild. These scenes were unimaginable.

If you have crops, you can eat them, at least you don’t worry about starving to death. More importantly, the situation in Yongzhou is becoming more stable and the road is much safer.

Huang Mingrong cheered up and rushed to the prefectures and counties, and finally arrived outside the prefecture. But what we greeted him was different from what we expected.

Logically speaking, after indicating the identity of the imperial envoy, the other party should immediately set up an incense table and burn incense to receive the order... At least, he, the imperial envoy, had to take a shower and change his clothes and have a good meal...

So what does it mean now?

The two yamen runners ignored the orders and grabbed Huang Mingrong and took him to a side room in the provincial yamen.

Huang Mingrong himself knows martial arts, which is also an important reason why he can reach his destination safely. However, now he must not dare to fight, and the heroes do not suffer any loss in front of him. He is not the eunuchs with nostrils facing the sky who grew up in the palace since childhood. He can bend and stretch, and he quickly settles down and even has a pleasing smile: "Two brothers, I haven't eaten anything in a day, can I give me some food?"

A yamen runner glanced at him and said in a muffled voice: "Let's wait."

As they said that, the two of them swaggered out. The door was closed, and the clanging sound was even locked.

Huang Mingrong held back his anger and saw that the side room was square and empty, with no chairs, so he could only sit on the ground. However, he had been suffering all the way and was used to it. It was a good thing not to have to endure the wind and rain. He was hungry and could not bear it. He thought that after entering the city to see Chen Sanlang, he would have delicious food and drink, so he didn't eat leaves today. He didn't know that he was thrown into the side room without even seeing people, which was like house arrest.

"No, can this Chen Zhuangyuan want to rebel?"

Thinking of this, Huang Mingrong's hands and feet were cold and his sweat broke out.

Now the current situation is in turmoil and people are moving, and it is really hard to grasp. Chen Sanlang occupied Yongzhou, so it is not strange to have aroused his thoughts. After all, Yuan Wenchang has fought at Wuling Pass. Winter is coming and spring comes, and the battle is ready at any time. General Xie Yucun is ill and is said to be very ill. It is hard to say whether the pass can be kept by two measures.

Once Wuling Pass is broken, the capital is like a turtle with a shell lifted, leaving it with mermaid meat.

If the court collapses and the world is divided, the smart ones will naturally become independent. In that case, Huang Mingrong's identity as an imperial envoy is worthless and will cause death.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was, and he felt so sad. At the moment of helplessness, the sound of unlocking outside was heard, and the door was pushed open. The previous yamen runner walked in, holding a tray in his hand and a few dishes on it. Then another yamen runner also came, carrying a table in one hand and a bench in the other, moving it in and putting it on the ground.

The dishes were arranged, and there were food, three dishes, one soup, and a pot of wine.

The dishes and soup are hot, and they are steaming and fragrant.

Smelling the tempting fragrance, Huang Mingrong kept swallowing.

The yamen runner smiled and said, "Sir, please use it slowly."

"good……"

Huang Mingrong only said a word, then rushed over and started eating in big mouthfuls.

"Sir, don't be so anxious, have a drink first..."

The yamen runner smiled and poured a glass of wine and served him.

Huang Mingrong didn't care about anything, just ate or drink. The wind blew the clouds, and it was wiped out in a short while.

He was so tired and hungry.

From Laoshan, we have been sleeping in the open and the conditions are very difficult. Not to mention rice, wine, meat, even coarse grains are rare, and the ones we eat the most are wild vegetables and grass leaves. Now this meal can be called a delicious dish.

A pot of wine was poured into my stomach, and the alcohol surged up, my head became a little dull, my tongue was rolled up, my eyes were covered with gauze, and I said a few words randomly, and I fell to the ground after a while. After a while, my snoring sounded.

A yamen runner clapped his hands and shouted, "Angry Angkor, let's do it."

Angro was cautious and pushed Huang Mingrong with his hands first, then shouted, confirming that the other party was drunk, then said: "Take it."

The two began to search, searching from head to toe, back and forth, and finally found a roll of silk cloth close to the body, rolled it into the thickness of a little finger, and the whole body was golden yellow.

Yellow is a taboo color, which is exclusive to the royal family and represents majesty and integrity.

Angro licked his dry lips and whispered: "Is this the imperial edict?"

Another yamen runner said, "It should be."

"It is a serious sin to behead the head!"

"Hehe, it depends on when and where, here, it doesn't count."

"That's right."

The two of them looked relaxed.

In time, they may not be able to access the imperial edict in their entire lives, but now they are in their hands, and they are still a little awe-in-armed and nervous at first. After talking, they don’t feel anything else.

Angryung said: "I'll take it to Master Zhou first, you're here to stare."

"good."

The second brother of Angkor did not delay. Knowing that Zhou Fencao was waiting outside, he hurried out and came to Zhou Fencao's side.

Zhou Fencao looked as usual and asked, "Have you got the stuff?"

"Get it, here."

Angkor presented the golden roll.

Zhou Fencao took it: "This matter will be remembered by you two, but remember to keep a good word and not talk nonsense."

"I understand."

Zhou Fencao held the imperial edict in his hand and walked in with great strides.
Chapter completed!