The man's voice echoed in the hall, causing some people to shiver.
"Lord Zhuo."
"Old, old, the old minister is here."
As Mo Jinyao finished speaking, he saw an old man in his fifties already kneeling in the middle of the hall, with cold sweat on his forehead.
This person is none other than Zhuo Yuanzhao, the official censor of Tiansheng dynasty.
"Master Zhuo, how are you doing recently?"
Mo Jinyao raised his eyes, and looked at the man kneeling on the ground with a pair of red eyes hidden in the knife light. He didn't let anyone get up, but his tone was normal, as if the regent was really caring about his courtiers.
"Go back, go back to the prince, the old ministers are all fine, thank you for your concern."
Mo Jinyao nodded, got up from the chair, and walked down the steps slowly. His shoes stepped on the steps and made a sound, as if they were knocking on someone's chest.
Zhuo Yuanzhao lowered his head, and a pair of black boots appeared in front of him after a while.
"My lord..."
The last time Zhuo Yuanzhao was closest to Mo Jinyao was during the regime change, and just that time, he felt that he was not far from death,
But that time I didn't die, and I still lived for five years, but this time the distance is closer, so close, the man who looks like a god of death is by my side.
Mo Jinyao looked at him condescendingly,
"Is Lord Zhuo afraid of this king? Why don't you dare to raise your head?"
"My lord, my lord is wise and martial, old minister, this old minister only has awe in his heart, that's why, that's why he doesn't dare to raise his head."
Zhuo Yuanzhao couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he spoke, beads of sweat came out of his forehead uncontrollably, and even dripped on the ground.
"Awe? What Master Zhuo said is really... grandiose!"
"!"
Zhuo Yuanzhao's heart was almost frightened by Mo Jinyao's high-sounding words, and he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"My lord, my lord has learned a lesson, the old minister has no ambiguity towards the lord, and what the old minister says is from the bottom of my heart."
"Ye Po, come in!"
After Mo Jinyao finished speaking, Ye Po, dressed in black, walked in from the outside.
Swords were not allowed in the hall, but Ye Po was Mo Jinyao's personal secret guard, so naturally he didn't care about these etiquette.
"My lord!"
Ye Po half-kneeled beside Zhuo Yuanzhao, the sword at her waist was right next to Zhuo Yuanzhao.
"Show Master Zhuo, and see what good things Master Zhuo has done in the past two years."
"Yes, my lord."
Ye Po's voice resounded in the hall. Except for the respectful voice when talking to Mo Jinyao, it was neither humble nor overbearing when facing other people here.
"Master Zhuo, please take a look!"
Ye Po has been by Mo Jinyao's side all year round, with all her blood, she didn't restrain herself at all when she faced Zhuo Yuanzhao. Zhuo Yuanzhao was just a weak old scholar.
When Ye Po was speaking, he felt that the hairs on his body had exploded, and his whole body was trembling. He was kneeling on the ground, but this time he almost sat on the ground.
"Master Zhuo, please be careful, let's take a look at this first."
Ye Po's voice rang in Zhuo Yuanzhao's ears, but Zhuo Wenyuan's ears didn't seem to be worried in good faith.
The people in the main hall seemed to be standing there respectfully and uprightly, but in fact they had already pricked up their ears and squinted their eyes towards Zhuo Yuanzhao's direction.
People who don't have a ghost in their hearts are purely out of curiosity, and those who have a ghost in their hearts now have a ghost beating drums in their hearts.
With trembling hands, Zhuo Yuanzhao took a piece of paper from Ye Po's hand, and after opening it, there were densely packed crimes one by one displayed in front of him. These were all his own crimes, as well as those of his own family.
"My lord! My lord! You listen to the old minister's explanation, these are not true, someone must have framed me, someone must have framed me!"
Zhuo Yuanzhao threw away the paper in his hand, and tried to pick up Mo Jinyao's clothes with both hands, but Ye Po directly stretched him down.
There was always a smile on the corner of Mo Jinyao's mouth, but this smile was scary no matter how they looked at it.
"Master Zhuo, is it possible that this king can still wrong you? Or do you think that without any evidence, this king will put your crimes in front of you?"
The officials around had vaguely guessed what was on the paper, but they couldn't help sighing when they heard the crime, with different expressions.
In the past five years, the prince hardly came to the court, even if he came, he just listened and never said anything. They even thought he didn't want to take care of these things.
But what is the situation now? Could it be that the prince has been observing their every move and testing them for the past five years? Good for today
Thinking of this, everyone clenched the facing boards in their hands, looking at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts. At this time, it is right to be a little transparent.
After Mo Jinyao finished speaking, Zhuo Yuanzhao, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly stiffened and remained motionless.
Ye Po glanced at Mo Jinyao, and reached out to touch Zhuo Yuanzhao's main artery after receiving their lord's instructions.
"My lord, the man is not dead, he just fainted."
"Come here, put him in prison and seal Zhuo Mansion!"
After Mo Jinyao finished speaking, the guards outside the door walked in and dragged Zhuo Yuanzhao down, like dragging a dead pig.
The man returned to the steps and sat on the chair again, still in a lazy posture.
"I heard that you want me to proclaim you emperor?"
"..."
The people below look at me and I look at you, but they dare not speak.
Although they usually write a letter saying that a country cannot be without a king for a day, now the royal family can only be the regent,
But the premise is that they know that Zhou Yu'an is in the hands of these papers in the end. Even if Zhou Yu'an presented these papers to Mo Jinyao, what they thought at that time was that there are so many people, you should not say anything.
But it’s different now, you’re sitting in front of us, and you’ve just dealt with a censor doctor!
Didn't they say they were looking for death at this time
Mo Jinyao glanced down and said coldly,
"What's the matter? Didn't each of them work harder than each other when handing over the memorials, and could each speak better? What's the matter now? They're all dumb?"
"My lord, it is destiny for you to be the emperor, and the ministers are also thinking about this heavenly country."
At this moment, at the end of the entire row of officials, an unremarkable official stood up.
Mo Jinyao looked up at him, raised his eyebrows,
"You are?"
"Back to the prince, the minister is Jiao Peijun, the editor of the Imperial Academy."
Mo Jinyao didn't speak, but just looked at him like this. Zhou Yu'an, who had been behind Mo Jinyao, saw this situation and spoke respectfully.
"My lord, this man was a candidate for the imperial examination two years ago."
Mo Jinyao nodded,
"Head up."
Jiao Peijun raised his head when he heard what Mo Jinyao said. Although the eyes of the two only met for a moment, Mo Jinyao knew that he was nervous.
"You said it was for the sake of Tiansheng's country, but do you know what kind of person this king is? If this king really becomes emperor, aren't you afraid that this king is a fool?"
These few questions asked by Mo Jinyao made everyone present gasp. How should they answer this
Hunjun... You will be beheaded if you say this.
But Mo Jinyao himself felt that there was something wrong with the questions he asked, and even seemed to have finally raised his interest, looking forward to this person's answer.
Jiao Peijun knelt on the ground, still not daring to look at Mo Jinyao.
"Back to the lord, I know that you led troops to fight when you were thirteen years old. My hometown is in the south. My family has told me since I was a child that you are a good lord. Five years ago, you led people to kill rebels. In order to save Tiansheng's people from the fire and water, I privately believe that you are the destiny of heaven."
"Heh, this king is not as good as you think, don't you regret it?"
"Returning to the prince, I have never regretted it. It is my honor to be loyal to the prince and the court."
Mo Jinyao took a deep look at him, waved his hand,
"Get up, come here today, and retreat if you have nothing to do."
After finishing speaking, Mo Jinyao disappeared on the steps in front of the hall amidst the sound of respect from the crowd.
Zhou Yu'an closely followed Mo Jinyao's pace, and the two walked towards the imperial study...
The inside and outside of the imperial study room has been renovated into a different style, and all traces of Mo Wenli's previous stay here have been erased.
Mo Jinyao sat behind the desk, and Zhou Yu'an stood in front of him respectfully.
"My lord."
"What do you think of this person today?"
"My lord, is this Mr. Jiao? This man is only twenty-two years old this year. It is indeed capable to be a top student in high school at this age."
Zhou Yu'an lowered his eyebrows and replied.
Mo Jinyao twirled the wrench on his thumb and said,
"Since this person is so talented, why is he only a small Cong Liu?"
"Back to the lord, this man... He asked himself to edit the history of the country. Don't look at what he said today, but in fact he has a very stubborn temper. I have persuaded him before, but this man said that he must edit the history of the country. Or resign and go home..."
Mo Jinyao raised his eyebrows.
"I see, you go and prepare for the enthronement ceremony."
"Yes, my lord... um? My lord, do you mean that you want to ascend the throne?"
Mo Jinyao looked up at Zhou Yu'an,
"Otherwise who else could it be?"
"My lord, I didn't mean that, but why did you suddenly..."
"It's nothing, I just feel that I suddenly figured it out."
Mo Jinyao suddenly turned around in the middle of saying this, obviously he didn't want to say that.
But Zhou Yu'an was self-aware, he just asked because he was too surprised, now that he thinks about it, no one can take that position except the prince.
"My lord, I understand, I will go down and get ready."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Yu'an was about to leave, but was stopped by Mo Jinyao.
"Wait, this matter is being carried out in secret. You can ask the Patriarch of the Xu family for specific matters, and he will assist you."
"Yes, my lord."
After Zhou Yu settled down, Mo Jinyao also got up from the chair, and disappeared into the palace in just a blink of an eye.
After Jiao Peijun finished saying that in the hall, Mo Jinyao hadn't condemned him, but his whole person was different in the hearts of the court officials.
As soon as he left the imperial court, many ministers began to become active in their minds, and the compilation of the small Hanlin Academy, which no one cared about on weekdays, suddenly became a hot favorite from a small person of the sixth rank.
People who would never be able to talk to him on weekdays are now scrambling to get closer to Jiao Peijun.
However, Luohua has intentions and flowing water has no intentions, Jiao Peijun's character is like this, even if your heavenly king Laozi comes, as long as he doesn't like it, he will never look up to him for the rest of his life.
The person who wanted to get close to him touched the ashes of his nose before he even left the palace gate, and he felt a little embarrassed immediately.
Mo Jinyao was on the roof of the palace, watching the ministers getting close to him from the sixth rank, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he murmured,
"This guy looks pretty good, you can use..."
At this time, this little Xiuzhuan didn't know how his life would change just because of what he said today.
…
When Mo Jinyao returned home, he saw Mo Nanting and Mo Mufan pulling Yun Ziyue on the swing.
Under the peach blossom tree, two children were sitting on a swing, while his little girl was pushing the swing.
The yard was filled with the laughter of two children.
Mo Jinyao slowed down and walked over. Yun Ziyue was very serious and didn't realize that Mo Jinyao had returned.
The man appeared behind Yun Ziyue, stretched out his hands to hold Yun Ziyue's hands holding the swing rope, and shook them gently.
Yun Ziyue turned her head and saw that Mo Jinyao was about to speak when the man hissed.
The girl understood and smiled. The two children hadn't realized that there was an extra dad behind them.
Still laughing out loud.
Mo Jinyao exerted a little force to keep the two children from being in danger and let them have fun while playing.
"Wow!!!"
Mo Nanting let out a happy laugh and let out a wow.
"Mother is amazing!"
"..."
The corners of Yun Ziyue's mouth curled up, and she grinned in an arc.
But at this moment, Mo Mufan said loudly, as if he was always talking nonstop.
"Sister, mother is the best, daddy won't take us to play with these things, but daddy is not at home today, we can sneak around for a while..."
Mo Mufan's voice was full of inexplicable excitement, and he said after finishing speaking,
"Mother, you're the best, don't tell daddy what I said, or daddy will beat me!"
Mo Mufan's voice was very firm, and Yun Ziyue's smile was very forced.
The swing slowly stopped after saying this, and when Mo Mufan and Mo Nanting turned their heads to ask something, they saw a handsome face behind their mother who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Ah!!!"
In an instant, Mo Mufan's scream resounded throughout the courtyard.
That shout was a little more tragic than hitting a ghost, but obviously he couldn't do anything now except shout.
Completely different from Mo Mufan, Mo Nanting was very excited after seeing Mo Jinyao, and opened her arms to hug him.
"Daddy, give me a hug."
Mo Jinyao was instantly mesmerized by this little face, stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mo Nanting, held her in his arms and kissed her twice, with a satisfied expression on her face.
"What did daddy do, why did he come back now? Nan Ting wants to play with daddy."
"Well, Daddy went out and bought some jewelry for our baby, look."
I don't know how it changed, Mo Jinyao stretched out his hand, and there was a small headdress in his hand, which was a style that children like.
Mo Nanting's black grape-like eyes lit up, and she kissed Mo Jinyao on the face,
"Daddy is the best!"
"Well, our baby is also the best."
The father and daughter were confused for a while, and Mo Mufan saw that his father didn't seem to notice him, so he decided to run first to respect him. As for what would happen afterwards, that was not something his five-year-old little head should think about.
But just when Mo Mufan was about to disappear within Mo Jinyao's time limit,
"Mo Mufan, where are you going?"
Mo Mufan, "..."
Mo Nanting saw this posture, and obediently got into Yun Ziyue's arms.
When he saw his father walking towards his elder brother, he hooked Yun Ziyue's neck with his small hands, buried his face on Yun Ziyue's chest, and whispered,
"Brother, Nan Ting has tried her best, please ask yourself..."
Without any accident, Mo Mufan's tragic voice came from the courtyard.
"Mother, save me, ah!!!"
"Boy, I'm thinking of your mother now, come, let me see how your martial arts is doing!"
"Daddy, I was wrong, really."
Mo Mufan decisively began to surrender after asking for help in vain.
Mo Jinyao smiled, his expression was calm and natural, even with a smile on his face.
Later, according to the secret guards in the palace, their little master was very miserable that day, very miserable, very miserable.
But the worst person is not Mo Mufan, Mo Mufan is at most his father's love, and the people in the court are suffering from Mo Jinyao's anger.
Within half a month after that day, Mo Jinyao went to the court every day for the first time, and he looked lazy every day, but every day, one or two officials in the court were disposed of.
Among them, there are sesame officials of the ninth rank, and there are also senior officials of the first rank and the second rank, without exception.
All the people in the court were frightened all of a sudden, and they began to clean up the family tradition when they returned home. As long as there was anyone in the family who wanted to do something wrong or had done something wrong, no matter who it was, they would all be handed over to Dali Temple.
All of a sudden, all the officials began to tuck their tails to see what wrong things they had done before.
Everyone is at risk.
Mo Jinyao wasn't in a hurry, he would slowly watch each of them like ants on a hot pot.
On the other side, Zhou Yu'an was preparing for the enthronement ceremony with Xu Zhimo and others in Xu's residence.
Zhou Yu'an's voice came from the courtyard,
"So the prince wants to hold the enthronement ceremony and queen conferment ceremony together?"
Xu Zhimo nodded, that's exactly what he meant.
"this… "
Zhou Yu'an was shocked for a moment, no matter according to the etiquette of Tiansheng or other countries, this enthronement ceremony has never been held together with other ceremonies.
Although the Empress Dowager Ceremony is also a matter of universal celebration, it is absolutely incomparable to the Enthronement Ceremony.
Even the first emperor, that is, Mo Jinyao's brother, never did such a thing when he was here.
Zhou Yu'an asked himself, if he was in Mo Jinyao's position, even if he loved another woman, he would still be unable to break through the shackles of etiquette and do such a thing.