Nianhan said nothing, but looked at Wuzhu, who frowned, waited for a moment under the gaze of his two brothers and Talai, and then nodded slowly: "Only some Mouke, not Meng'an, and all the idle attendants in the Shangshutai must be removed... The rest of you, whether officers or armored cavalry, all go home and don't make trouble here, so as to avoid any rumors."
Nianhan frowned, but finally nodded after being comforted by several people.
In this way, a major conflict was finally resolved. A moment later, Nianhan and the top leaders of the Jin Dynasty who had been waiting for him for a long time walked into the Shangshu Terrace, dismissed the outsiders, and then sat down in the main hall.
More than a dozen hereditary Moukes stayed in the Shangshutai courtyard with a kind of helplessness, embarrassment, fear, relief and tension. They stood scattered at the bottom of the steps and pretended to be a "ceremonial guard" with the soldiers of the Yanjing Garrison under Yin Shuke who were driven to the main hall of the Shangshutai, which was fifty or sixty steps away.
"Is Anban Bojilie not here yet?" After entering the empty main hall of the Shangshu Terrace and everyone taking their seats, Nianhan continued to pretend after looking around.
"They are here, brought by Uncle Wuye. They are waiting in the side hall..." Wuzhu answered calmly, as if it was not him who had been in such a serious confrontation with the other party outside just now.
In sharp contrast were the others, such as Talai, the eldest prince, the third prince, and even Yin Shuke and others, all of whom were somewhat nervous and flustered, and obviously had not recovered from the confrontation just now.
This obvious contrast also caused Nianhan to sigh inwardly... Wuqimai and Lou Shi had both reached their limit, how long would he have left? And if one day he became old and frail, only this fourth brother would be able to take charge of state affairs.
Thinking of this, Nianhan felt that he had gone too far these days.
"How?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Wuzhu urged him. "Do you want to see the Marshal now?"
"Why not?" Nianhan said with all his strength. "After all the trouble, isn't it just to see him properly? Let the scholar bring Hela here."
Xiucai is Wanyan Wuye's nickname. Wanyan Wuye is Talan's younger brother, but he never likes riding horses or hunting. On the contrary, he liked reading and learning characters when the Wanyan clan was still a tribal alliance, that is, when he was young, he was a standard Confucian scholar, so he got this nickname. Of course, this person's talent for reading and strategy level is probably far inferior to Wanyan Xiyin's, otherwise why would he be excluded from the core power circle?
Without further ado, let's change the perspective. The Shangshu Terrace in Yanjing is an inheritance from the Liao Dynasty. It is basically an independent palace complex, with a main hall in the middle, a side hall on each side, and a rear hall at the back. The side halls are divided into many rooms... But whether it is the side hall or the rear hall, they are a certain distance away from the "Provincial Hall" in the middle, so they appear extremely empty.
Now that he had made the promise, Wuzhu stood up and walked to the door, telling the several Moukes waiting below: "The Grand Marshal has ordered us to go to the left side hall and invite Anban Bojilie to come."
Several Moukes did not dare to delay and hurried to pick up the person.
After a short while, the "scholar" Wanyan Wuye came from the side hall with a young man of only twelve or thirteen years old dressed in fine clothes, escorted by seven or eight unarmored attendants.
Looking at this group of people, the Jin officers in the open space in front of the main hall of the Shangshu Terrace did not say anything extra, but they were all stunned... It was because if they had not already known who the 'old scholar' in front was, and who the 'young scholar' behind was, these people would have thought that the people who came were a pair of Han Confucian scholars, grandfather and grandson!
The group entered the gate. The Jin nobles in the hall, from Nianhan down, were all stunned, even though it was not the first time they saw these two people.
Who could have imagined that only sixteen years after its founding, the future ruler of the Great Jin Kingdom would become like this?
"I am Anbanbojilie Wanyan Tan, and I would like to greet all the imperial uncles and uncles." After entering the main hall, Wu Ye made way, and eight plain-clothed attendants flashed through the door. Then, the twelve-year-old Wanyan Hela immediately bowed respectfully in the middle of the main hall with utmost courtesy.
Nianhan and Wuzhu, the two people in charge, were both panicked for a moment, and then looked at Wanyan Xiyin together.
Wanyan Xiyin quickly coughed dryly, but smiled again: "Although this dynasty also has some special rules, Anban Bojilie is the crown prince after all, and we are all family today, so there is no need to be polite... Hurry up and get up!"
"That's right." Nianhan also quickly responded. "Hela, we are all family today, don't be so polite."
Wanyan Hela, also known as Wanyan Tan, then stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the hall, without even sitting on a cushion.
Seeing this, Nianhan suppressed all his discomfort and continued to ask: "Hela... let me ask you... do you usually ride horses and shoot arrows?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, Uncle." Wanyan Tan answered seriously. "I can ride a horse and shoot arrows."
Nianhan was speechless for a moment.
"Do you read a lot?" Wanyan Xiyin liked it more and more, and couldn't help but interrupt. "What books did you read? Who is the teacher?"
"Studying is also for studying." Wanyan Tan continued to answer calmly. "I mainly read some Chinese classics and history books. I had many teachers, but the main ones were my uncle and Mr. Gongmei."
"Who is Mr. Gongmei?" Nianhan really couldn't help himself.
"Han Fang... the number one scholar of the Liao Dynasty." Wanyan Xiyin answered on the spot. "The Marshal of the Han family in Yanjing, don't say you don't know."
Nianhan nodded, but then turned to the young man in the middle and asked seriously: "Hela, do you like reading or archery?"
Wanyan Tan's face flushed slightly, and then he said seriously: "My good uncle the Pope knows that I like to practice archery and compose poetry with my masters the most."
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