Fan Zhongyan lifted the curtain of the carriage and took a peek outside. He saw that outside the city of Bianliang at the end of the official road in the distance, there were really groups of people along the moat. The whole area near Xianfeng Gate was blocked by a huge crowd.
People watched from afar, whispered to each other, and pointed at the convoy on the official road in the distance, as if saying something. The noise was even louder than that in a busy city.
Immediately afterwards, several carriages emerged from the crowd under the protection of the Imperial City Guards. When the carriages stopped in front of the convoy, Zhao Jun got off the carriage, followed by Yan Shu, Song Shou, Jia Changchao, Zheng Jian and others.
The aging problem in the Constitutional Yuan is still quite serious. Apart from Zhao Jun, only Yan Shu, Song Shou, Jia Changchao and Zheng Jian were born in the 1990s, not in 1990, but in the 990s.
A bunch of old men in their sixties and seventies were not in good health. If they ran to the downtown area and something happened, such as being slightly bumped by the crowd, they might get injured. So Zhao Jun brought several prime ministers under the age of 60 to welcome them.
"Hanlong."
When Fan Zhongyan saw Zhao Jun and his companions approaching, he complained, "Didn't you say not to welcome them?"
Then he pointed to the distance and asked, "Why are you making such a big fuss?"
Zhao Jun shrugged and said, "I was actually too lazy to come pick you up, but our official was so excited that he insisted we come and pick you up in person."
Yan Shu smiled and said, "Xiwen, you may not know that the emperor couldn't sleep all night long ago. He was so happy. He even stopped attending court for several days. Now he is busy repairing the Taimiao, waiting to pray to Taizu and Taizong for this matter."
"Yes, Fan Xiwen, you are famous now. Everyone in the world knows your name. You are the one who can recapture Yanyun and be called the God of War of the Song Dynasty."
Jia Changchao said sourly that he was from the Lu Party and had not had a good relationship with Fan Zhongyan in the past.
"Shame on you."
Fan Zhongyan shook his head and said, "I'm well aware of my command abilities. I'm quite capable of commanding a few armies. Today's victory is entirely due to what Hanlong has done for the Song Dynasty. It's me who has become famous because of this."
As he said this, he sighed and smiled bitterly. It must be unpleasant to have this title weighing on you.
"You still have a conscience."
Zhao Jun smiled and pointed at the people behind him, saying, "Look, the news from the morning court can't be concealed at all. When they heard you were back, they all came out to watch the fun."
"How about taking a detour?"
Fan Zhongyan felt a little guilty when he saw so many people.
"Never mind. This is what you deserve. Although there are many main factors, it is also inseparable from your ability."
Zhao Jun patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go and welcome the cheers of the people."
Fan Zhongyan raised his head and saw slanting wind and drizzling rain, and a crowd of people surging outside the city.
He returned to the carriage and the team set off again.
The convoy slowly arrived outside the Xianfeng Gate, where the guards had already blocked off a passage with their bodies.
When the troops approached, someone shouted, "Mr. Fan is mighty! Mr. Fan is mighty!"
"Mr. Fan is mighty!"
"Mr. Fan is mighty!"
"Mr. Fan is mighty!"
In an instant, others followed suit.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became lively, and people stretched out their hands and shouted.
"Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan! We read in the newspaper that you recovered our ancient Chinese territory and unified China. You are a national hero!"
"The newspapers say you're our hero!"
"Our hero!"
People kept shouting.
These days, Bianliang newspapers have been praising Fan Zhongyan's behavior.
Many celebrities, such as Ouyang Xiu and Lu Xun, wrote articles praising Fan Zhongyan's heroic feat of regaining Yanyun.
Ordinary people may not realize the importance of unification, but after being hyped up in the newspapers, their emotions are naturally aroused, and they understand what Fan Zhongyan has done.
He drove out the Tartars, restored the unity of China, and made the Song Dynasty the most powerful country in the East, restoring the glory of the Han and Tang dynasties.
People were proud, and their pride gave rise to admiration for Fan Zhongyan. So when they heard that he had returned, they all came to greet him.
Fan Zhongyan had no choice but to lift the car curtain and wave outside.
He did not feel happy at this moment, but only felt depressed and could not suppress a bitter smile.
"The Military God of the Song Dynasty!"
"The Military God of the Song Dynasty!"
"The Military God of the Song Dynasty!"
People's names for Fan Zhongyan keep changing.
Some people threw flowers at the convoy.
Petals are flying all over the sky.
The fragrance is everywhere.
The convoy slowly entered the city.
Red sleeves fluttered on the upper floors on both sides.
I don’t know who invited the famous prostitute from Bianliang.
They sang loudly, "The scenery in the frontier changes with the coming of autumn; the geese from Hengyang leave without notice. The sounds of the frontier rise from all directions; amidst the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and the setting sun close the lonely city."
"A cup of muddy wine, my home is thousands of miles away, and I have no plan to return until Yanran is engraved. The sound of the Qiang flute is long and frost covers the ground, but no one is asleep. The general's hair is white and the soldiers are shedding tears."
Colorful ribbons and flower petals fluttered in the wind, and the people of the entire Bianliang city seemed to be celebrating the New Year.
Only Fan Zhongyan in the car smiled bitterly.
He knew what it meant to recapture Yanyun for the Song Dynasty. To make an analogy, it was like recapture of the Treasure Island in the new era of the future.
If that day really comes, I'm afraid the whole nation will sing and dance, and it will be even more lively than during the New Year or other festivals.
So there is nothing wrong with the people partying.
But this is like putting him on the fire, which is quite hot.
As they were feeling restless, the convoy slowly approached the direction of the imperial palace, and the Gongchen Gate in the back garden could be seen in the distance.
Everyone got off the carriage, and as Zhao Jun and the others gathered around, Fan Zhongyan complained, "You've made such a big scene! Isn't this embarrassing for me? How will my colleagues look at me from now on?"
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