Kong Changhui, the Minister of Dali Temple, saw that the emperor had listened to the words of Xie Jiming, the Minister of Rites, with a look of appreciation and praise. He took the opportunity to go out and said: "What Mr. Jie said is true. Dali Temple is now investigating the matter thoroughly. This is a collaboration with the enemy. Who is this person? I will definitely find him out."
Xiao Yanjun's heart sank when he heard this. The good mood he had been in yesterday was dampened by Kong Changhui.
But what he was worried about was not someone collaborating with the enemy, but fraud. Then he thought about it, and the mother-in-law would definitely leave no clues.
Therefore, my heart felt a little more relaxed.
"Master Kong also hopes that there will be justice and strictness. We in the Xiao Kingdom do not have only one marquis." Tan Shifang, the minister of Taipu Temple, saw Xiao Yanjun's unkind expression and added insinuatingly.
Nowadays, His Highness King Yu is in a great situation, so he naturally has to contribute at this moment so that he can benefit from it in the future.
Who would have thought that these words would touch the emperor's heart. A memorial written by the Marquis was picked up by the emperor from the case and hit him squarely on the forehead with a 'snap' sound.
"How old is the Marquis? How old can he still be called the Young Marquis?" The emperor pointed at him and cursed: "See for yourself, are you satisfied with forcing him to death?"
Little did Tan Shifang know that even though Xia Chu had been exiled, the emperor was still so protective of the Marquis.
Shiveringly, he picked up the memorial that had hit his head and opened it to read.
The book in Tan Shifang's hand was the memorial that Mr. Hou sent to the palace last night in critical condition. It said that the Hou family had no one to die, and he had to worry about the emperor's affairs after his death.
Tan Shifang knelt down with a plop: "Wei Chen doesn't know that Lord Marquis is terminally ill. Wei Chen is outspoken. Wei Chen didn't mean it. Your Majesty, please calm down..."
Xiao Yanjun took a step forward after hearing this: "Since Lord Marquis is seriously ill, my father should send an imperial doctor to take a look at him quickly."
What he said was extremely appropriate. Firstly, it complied with the emperor's wishes. Secondly, he wanted to use this to see if the Marquis was really seriously ill. Thirdly, he also wanted to give some advice to his own people and advise the emperor to take good care of his health. Look at the doctor.
The emperor glanced at him and his expression softened slightly: "I have sent Zhang Zhangyuan to the Hou Mansion."
Shi Fuqiu also came out immediately: "Your Majesty, the body of the Marquis is of course important, and your dragon body also needs to be taken care of. I kindly ask the Emperor to calm down your ministers' hearts and call the imperial doctor for consultation."
After he finished speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed.
Naturally, Xiao Yanjun's people knelt down in large numbers, and even Xu Wanjun, Xie Ji Ming and the others could only kneel down.
After all, this was related to the emperor's dragon body, so at this time, they had no choice but to agree.
Xiao Yanjun lowered his head, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the emperor from the corner of his eye and saw him getting up and scolding him: "You should do more practical things and less trouble me. Even if I am sick, you will make me angry." of!"
When Eunuch Li saw the emperor fluttering his sleeves and leaving, he screamed at the right time: "Retreat from the court."
Xiao Yanjun took the lead and was the first to shout: "Farewell to my father."
The ministers responded one after another, and the mountain shouted long live.
Shi Fuqiu looked at Xiao Yanjun with suspicion. Xiao Yanjun walked to his side and whispered in his ear: "If you leave a good impression on your father, you will always have to appoint a prince next."
Shi Fuqiu suddenly understood and flattered him: "Your Majesty is wise."
Xiao Yanjun nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle, the kowtow is just right..."
The two looked at each other and smiled, with a look of understanding on their faces.
After the emperor retired from the court, Xiao Yanjun stayed in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and enjoyed a lot of flattery from the courtiers.
The people of Chang'an outside the palace also praised His Highness King Yu, and whispered to each other. It was all thanks to His Highness King Yu that the crazy little Marquis could be brought to justice.
If it hadn't been for His Royal Highness Prince Yu, relying on the emperor's love for the young marquis, the young marquis who had no conscience would not have been exiled to Feishanling to let them relieve their hatred like this.
Both inside and outside the imperial city were filled with voices of praise, worship and belief for Xiao Yanjun.
What the officials support is what the people want.
Xiao Yanjun's reputation has reached an unprecedented peak in Chang'an City today...
Xiao Yanjun, who was in high spirits, left the Hall of Supreme Harmony and went to the Jade Palace, but Concubine Li poured cold water on his head and scolded him to restrain his words and deeds.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Xiao Yanjun's heart, and he frowned: "Mother, concubine, we have won a great victory this time, why are you so happy?"
Concubine Li glanced at him and snorted coldly: "Nowadays, there are rumors inside and outside the palace that the emperor is seriously ill, and even the imperial doctors are unwilling to see him. Your appearance is telling the world that you are impatient and looking forward to his arrival." Collapse?"
Xiao Yanjun was indeed in a state of ecstasy today. When Concubine Li gave him such a warning, he suddenly sobered up. He frowned and replied respectfully: "What the concubine said is that my son got carried away with his pride."
Li Fei's face brightened slightly: "The beginning and end of the matter must be handled neatly."
Xiao Yanjun lowered his head and responded, "Yes, everything has been taken care of, but this morning, Dali Temple said that they would thoroughly investigate the letter of collaboration with the enemy. Could it be..."
Li Fei looked calm: "Don't worry, nothing will be found out. Just do your own thing."
"My mother and concubine are doing things, so I can rest assured." Xiao Yanjun flattered, and then continued: "The fifth prince of the Mongolian tribe will be arriving in the next two days. I have already proposed to my father to take him to the palace to live. I also agreed."
Li Fei nodded, and her eyes finally showed some praise: "This is a good job. The fifth prince lives in your house, so it is much more convenient to talk and do things."
Xiao Yanjun was happy in his heart: "It's better for my mother and concubine to give me some advice."
Concubine Li's gorgeous face smiled: "Okay, there is no need to talk sweetly here in this palace. Go back and spend more time with the princess. Just keep these words for her."
Xiao Yanjun waved her hand when he saw her, then bowed and left.
Li Fei watched his figure gradually disappear, and the smile on her face slowly solidified. She asked Lian Yan beside her: "Is Lian Zhi not back yet?"
Lian Yan pursed her lips and saw that her face suddenly turned from a smile as bright as a flower to as cold as ice. Her heart sank and she replied tactfully: "Perhaps something delayed her on the road."
Concubine Li's face became even colder: "Find someone to take care of him. I always feel a little uneasy in my heart."
Lian Yan said 'yes' and was about to retreat when Concubine Li asked after her: "Did the little marquis go out of the city smoothly yesterday?"
Lian Yan turned around and reported: "We sent people to monitor the whole process. Everything went smoothly. We didn't retreat until we left the suburbs."
Li Fei nodded and warned: "The people sent to ambush should also send a message to let them be careful. It has been snowing heavily in recent days. Don't expose your whereabouts in advance and cause trouble."
Lian Yan said yes, and Concubine Li felt relieved and waved her hand to retreat...
(End of chapter)