On both sides of the imperial road outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, hundreds of civil and military officials were standing solemnly in official uniforms. Cheng Bi recognized him at a glance. He was the leader of the hundred officials, wearing soap boots and python robes, holding a jade wat, and under his long eyebrows, his eyes were bright after the new rain.
At that time, it was drizzling and the sun was setting, and he stood under the eaves of the palace, as gentle and gentle as the person in the painting.
Mu Zheng.
It was only after a long time that I realized that this name was destined to rise and fall in numerous historical records and the glory of the Ming Dynasty.