Xiao Yanjun bowed his head in salute, naturally unable to see the deep valley in the emperor's bright eyes.
The emperor tapped his clenched hand on the case and said, "Of course I believe in your ability to do things. I will leave it to you to persuade the ministers outside."
Xiao Yanjun's face was startled, and he looked up with concern: "But Father, they are all worried about the health of your holy body. If you don't let the imperial doctors take a look, how can they calm the hearts of all the officials..."
The bright color just now swept away from the emperor's eyes. When Xiao Yanjun raised his head, his eyes were already tired: "I am tired. My body knows it. Just now you didn't just keep saying what you said but just follow the orders. What's wrong? That's it. Can't you take care of everything for me?"
Xiao Yanjun originally had his own wishful thinking, and just because of his good health, he united with the ministers and forced the emperor to consult.
He never thought that the emperor would eventually leave this difficult task to him.
He cursed in his heart and froze for a moment, thinking that it shouldn't be, and it shouldn't be.
The emperor waited for a moment, but when he saw no response, he obviously lost his patience. He suddenly turned cold and said in an unhappy tone: "It seems that you can't do anything. If only Mu Bai was here, he would definitely not Let me worry about this trivial matter, seeing that he is coming back soon... "
Xiao Yanjun heard this, his heart sank, he gritted his teeth and responded loudly: "I accept the order, and I should share my father's worries."
The emperor's thin lips curved into a sneer, and he waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Xiao Yanjun said yes. When he raised his head, the emperor was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating. The fist in his hand tightened, and he finally bowed and retreated.
After Xiao Yanjun left, a figure appeared in Qingxin Palace. The emperor raised his eyebrows at the man in smart clothes and said, "If it's any later, you won't be able to send him off."
"There are still many things to do. It's okay not to go to this scene." The man lowered his eyebrows and bowed before leaving.
It looks so unfamiliar, but that voice is extremely familiar...
Xiao Yanjun took such an errand and left the Qingxin Palace. He clearly hoped that the emperor could consult him more urgently than the ministers in front of him, but he had to go against his original intention and persuade them not to gather people to exert pressure and make the emperor more troubled. .
He gave a few instructions to Nie Hongyang beside him, and thought that at this moment, at the entrance of the Marquis's Mansion and General Zhao's Mansion, Bai Xin must have gathered around him to denounce them, which relieved his boredom a little.
In the evening when the snow was falling, the joy in my heart outweighed the slight dissatisfaction in front of me.
He had completely made a comeback today. Looking at the ministers prostrate at his feet, he could already predict that in the morning meeting tomorrow, he would be the only one to follow his lead.
Even if the emperor doesn't want to consult, it doesn't matter. The ministers can't feel at ease. This memorial to establish the prince will not float into the imperial study like snowflakes.
Xia Chu can no longer stand up, but the fifth prince of the Mongolian tribe is coming. By then, Xiao Zimu will be nothing. He has plenty of time, so he can slowly take care of things...
When he thought of this, he even felt as if he was in control of the king's power.
Today, I have sat on this throne. Can the supreme throne be far away
Xiao Yanjun couldn't help but curled his lips, walked to Min Zhisong's side and helped him up with his own hands.
Master Min, the Minister of Civil Affairs, all stood up. Following him, many people from Xiao Yanjun's camp naturally stood up one after another and began to persuade Xu Wanjun and the others.
Xiao Yanjun could still stand here and watch coldly at this moment, but he was just showing his attitude to the emperor.
In fact, his heart has long drifted to the prison of Dali Temple, the gate of the Marquis Mansion and the gate of General Zhao...
As for Zhao Xingwen, who secretly returned home from Mingxiang Garden, he was still thinking that the door of the mansion must be crowded with people, and he was worried about how to get in.
When he arrived at the door of the mansion and took a look, he was dumbfounded.
The entrance to the Zhao Mansion was indeed surrounded by people.
But the relatives who originally came to criticize were not as loud as their mother.
Taking advantage of his height, Zhao Xingwen stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, covering his face and stretching his neck to look into the surrounding crowd.
I saw that his mother had someone move a chair from the house, and she sat at the door of General Zhao's house with a very heroic posture. She put her hands on her hips and swept around the family members: "On Wu, who did our Zhao family fear?"
Zhao Xingwen was watching from behind. If he hadn't had to cover his face, he would have clapped his hands and shouted.
His mother's glorious and majestic image suddenly shone in his heart.
Most of these relatives are old and weak, women and children. Even if there are men, they are only in their prime.
These people have never seen such a scene, let alone such a tough woman.
Although Gu Shirou was well-known in the capital for her shrewdness, that was more than 20 years ago after all. After her wedding, her husband and children became much more restrained, and she rarely even went out.
Although there are still legends about her in Beijing, they are just legends.
Over time, the people also forgot about it.
Now that they see this battle again, the elderly people are suddenly delusional, as if they have vaguely returned to more than 20 years ago, when Gu Shirou, a prostitute, picked off all the men in the capital, beating them to shame, and raising their hands to beg for mercy. scene…
"Don't say that I, Gu Shirou, am bullying you because of my status as the legitimate daughter of the late Prince Hui, the current aunt of Prince Jing, and the wife of General Zhao..."
When Zhao Xingwen heard what his mother said, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he suddenly realized that his mother was not only good at martial arts, but also good at writing.
What I said is really art...
"I'm here to talk to you today. Are you all relatives of my Zhao Jiajun?" Gu Shirou asked, pointing at them.
For some reason, the relatives couldn't help but swallow their saliva when she pointed them out, and nodded.
"They followed General Zhao and died on the battlefield with glory, and their names will be remembered forever as heroes." Gu Shirou first clasped his fists at the sky in the direction of Han Yang, then turned around and scanned his family members and asked: "But what about you? You are stuck in the blockade. At the gate of Zhao Mansion, we are definitely asking for an explanation for their bodies, right?"
The relatives looked at each other. They came confidently, but they felt guilty for no reason at what she said.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with General Zhao, but...
Finally, one person in the crowd plucked up the courage and shouted: "That's not because your son is guarantor for the young Marquis."
Then there was a voice in response: "Yes, it's not General Zhao who said that the young Marquis would not do such outrageous things."
"Didn't we just believe the Zhao family at first? Now that he has admitted it himself, why can't we come and ask for an explanation..."
"Okay!" Gu Shirou swung her long legs and straddled the chair: "I'm here to give you an explanation today!"
(End of chapter)