When the emperor left the palace, his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't notice the two people who had been waiting at the door all night, covered in dew. Xiao Zimu and Xiao Mubai looked at each other and followed them.
Today's morning was extremely quiet. The courtiers looked at the emperor's haggard and unkind expression, and no one dared to speak.
Finally, the emperor asked himself: "Is there nothing to report?"
All the ministers bowed their heads one after another. At this time, if something happened, they had to hold it in and solve it themselves. Who could go after him and find trouble
At this time, one person stood up and said, "I have something to report."
The ministers raised their heads and glanced slightly. The person who came out of the queue was Xie Jiming, the Minister of Rites who had just been appointed yesterday.
"What's the matter?" The emperor's voice sounded tired, but not angry.
"His Royal Highness King Yu's original wedding date was five days later, but Princess Yirou passed away unfortunately yesterday. Your Majesty, look at this day..." Xie Jiming didn't want to be listed at this time. The Emperor looked sad and in a bad mood. , anyone can see that he is stubborn but not a fool.
But who told him to just take over the position of Minister of Rites yesterday? It's not okay for him not to ask about this matter. After all, it is related to the marriage between the two countries, so how can he be allowed to make the decision.
The corners of the ministers' mouths all curled into deep or shallow arcs, and they all felt a little bit of schadenfreude in their hearts. Yesterday they were still red-faced fighting for this position, but today they are all glad that the person who is in dire straits is not them.
"What do you think?" The emperor threw the question back unchanged.
Fortunately, Xie Ji Ming had already made an idea in his mind, but he still paused before replying: "In my opinion, how about postponing it for a year?"
"Your Majesty, I think this is unacceptable." Yu Bangzhen, the minister of Honglu Temple, came out.
"Then how long do you think we should wait?" The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"Three months later, October 28th, I have calculated that it will be an auspicious day." Yesterday, Li Fei left Ci'an Palace and sent someone to inform Yu Bangzhen that Yirou's death would inevitably delay Xiao's arrival. Yan Jun's wedding date should be calculated early and the nearest auspicious date should be chosen.
Therefore, Yu Bangzhen had already predicted an auspicious day.
"Yu Aiqing has really thought about it for me early in the morning." The emperor smiled half-heartedly, with a pair of bloodshot eyes full of coldness.
"It is the duty of Wei Chen to share the emperor's worries. Wei Chen indeed made the calculation yesterday." Yu Bangzhen heard the hidden anger in the emperor's words, and in a few words he acknowledged it and expressed his sincerity.
"It's only been three months. Isn't it too short?" Huo Tianxiu rarely went to the morning court today. He originally planned to go to the imperial study with the Marquis and General Zhao to visit the emperor.
On the way, the sharp-eyed Xiao Mubai saw him and persuaded him to go to the morning court.
Huo Tianxiu originally thought that today's morning court meeting would just be a formality, and he would leave after a few hasty words. He didn't expect that this matter would be discussed in the court hall, and he had no intention of speaking. Although it was a state matter, it was also the emperor's family matter.
But the days of observing filial piety mentioned by Yu Bangzhen were indeed too short. He looked at the emperor with a displeased expression, but no one in the court dared to refute it. After all, it was related to the marriage between the two countries and it was the wedding of Prince Yu. At this time, he questioned It's just blatantly against him.
Therefore, even if there was something wrong, the ministers still turned a blind eye, swept the snow in front of the door and hung themselves up, just hoping that the court could be dismissed early today.
"Yu Aiqing, what Admiral Huo asked you is that only three months have passed. Isn't it too short?" The emperor repeated Huo Tianxiu's words to Yu Bangzhen.
The veins on the ministers' foreheads jumped. Everyone knew that Huo Tianxiu had clearly asked the emperor just now, but the emperor deliberately asked this question to Yu Bangzhen.
Yu Bangzhen wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "Indeed, it is indeed a bit short, but after all, the wedding date has been set long ago, and he hastily reported it to the Mongolian people. If it is delayed for too long, the Mongolian people are worried There was a rift..."
"Oh?" The emperor interrupted him, and then turned to Shi Fuqiu: "Is General Shi afraid of the Mongolian people's resentment?"
"I'm not afraid." Shi Fuqiu was called out and clasped his hands in fists. Naturally, he couldn't give in. After he finished his answer, he glanced at Xiao Yanjun's darkened expression and had no choice but to cup his hands and say to the emperor: "Although I'm not afraid, general , but after all, this is the first marriage between the Xiao Kingdom and the Mongolian people. Every winter, large and small wars occur on the borders of various places. If the marriage between Xiao and Meng is successful this year, it may allow the soldiers stationed at the border of the new city to spend the winter peacefully."
Shi Fuqiu forced the conversation to focus on the soldiers in the new city. He pointed out that if the emperor delayed the marriage, he would be abandoning thousands of soldiers. He could have let them enjoy the New Year in peace, but it would trigger a war.
All the ministers sighed inwardly at how sharp Shi Fuqiu's words were. They were wondering whose will the emperor would follow, but they saw the emperor showing that half-smiling expression again and turned to look at Xiao Yanjun. : "How does King Yu feel about it?"
The ministers looked startled, and sighed in their hearts. As expected, the emperor was still very old. The Tai Chi fight was finally pushed to Xiao Yanjun. How could he answer this? If he pushed him back for three months, he would inevitably have an unfilial mark on his back. If Shi Fuqiu's words were rebuffed for a year, Shi Fuqiu would not only have wasted his words, but he would also have personally picked up the infamy that his uncle had given to the emperor.
The emperor's question was too harsh...
Xiao Yanjun's handsome face originally had a pleasant smile on his face after listening to Shi Fuqiu's words. But now he was suddenly called upon by the emperor and asked, and the smile instantly froze on his face. The meaning gradually disappears.
"I think..." Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Even if he didn't want to, he had to go out. After Xiao Yanjun finished speaking, he glanced at Ji Ming, Yu Bangzhen and Shi Fuqiu, and there was something in his eyes. With a flash of light, he continued to face the emperor: "It is better to push it to the end of the year. It will not be too short, and the wedding will happen to be completed within this year."
The emperor was not doing Tai Chi this time, and said to Xie Jiming and Yu Bangzhen with a reluctant look: "Since it was requested by Prince Yu personally, then it will be as he wishes. You two can agree on a date at the end of the year to submit it. .”
Xiao Yanjun rolled his eyes and sneered countless times in his heart. Is this what he asked for? This was a two-pronged solution that he was forced to use!
Xie Jiming and Yu Bangzhen agreed and returned to their original positions. Seeing this, Shi Fuqiu and Huo Tianxiu also returned to their positions.
The court returned to silence again. The emperor glanced at the ministers, and once again asked with a focused face, "Is there anything else?"
The ministers all had one thing in mind, but no one dared to mention it now. They looked at Huo Tianxiu and knew that he came with General Zhao and the Marquis. This matter they did not dare to mention was Leave it to those three people to chat in the imperial study room...
(End of chapter)