The sound of the teacup breaking was crisp and harsh, and the smashed and flying cup crumbs splashed everywhere, but the ministers standing next to them did not dare to move. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info let the splashed porcelain pieces cross the corners of the clothes.

"Hmph. Emperor Ming Xian looked at the silent ministers below and sneered: "When King Huairong was crowned a general, no one spoke, and everyone made people not move, not moving! At this time, Quan Shangshu had not yet arrived in Liaobei, and it was broken Liaobei City! The entire city wall was erected with the banner of Western Qi!!" Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian kicked the table in front of him, and the table flew out steadily. The music above was scattered to the ground.

The ministers in the hall held their breath and stared, each holding the wat card, not daring to say a word, for fear that the raging fire would burn on their heads.

"Say, no one dares to speak at this time?" Emperor Ming Xian stood in front of the dragon chair, staring at the hall, his eyes swept over, and his voice was cruel and indifferent.

The ministers remained silent. Emperor Ming Xian restrained his anger, waved his dragon robe, and sat back on the dragon chair: "I want to listen now, what good suggestions do you have." His eyes swept over the ministers below, and his eyes fell on Master Zhuo: "General Zhenguo, come and talk to me." ”

Standing at the front, Mrs. Zhuo's hunched body was no different, but his buried head was a slight wrinkle on his face.

Is this going to take him under the knife?

Master Zhuo hung his head, walked to the center of the hall, and knelt down without saying a word: "The old minister is guilty!"

At this time, whoever is lit will draw the fire away from himself, where will he take trouble without saying a word. As soon as they saw Mrs. Zhuo like this, they all turned their heads to look.

This fire is still guilty of himself, is this General Zhuo stupid?

Emperor Ming Xian sat on the dragon chair, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, his eyes fell on Master Zhuo's body, and his tone did not have any emotional waves: "Oh? I don't know that the general is also guilty? ”

Mrs. Zhuo knelt in the center of the hall, holding the wat card in both hands, without saying a word, for a while, he heard the sound of choking, and his mouth was desolate, with real self-blame and guilt, with the grief of losing the important city in northern Liao:

"Four generations of my Zhuo family are stationed in the northern Liaobei frontier, my father has guarded me, I have guarded my son, my son has not finished guarding is my grandson, our Zhuo family has four generations, most of our lives have lived in the frontier, for the court of Nanshang, for the people...... At this time, it is to let Liaobei fall, although my son is not a general, but my Zhuo family is ashamed of the people of Nanshang, ashamed of the emperor, ashamed of the saint, guilty!"

What he said was a big truth that could not be more true, and he was guilty, but between the lines it was the credit of the Zhuo family. The implication is that my Zhuo family has died for Nanshang's liver and brain, and you will ask me for this accident, does your conscience hurt?

What's more, my Zhuo family is not a general of the main battle, not even a deputy general. Does conscience ache?

Does conscience ache?

After that, Mrs. Zhuo threw away the card, threw himself to the ground, and really cried: "My Zhuo family is guilty, guilty, guilty!

Crying and wiping, sobbing and flowing.

None of the people in the hall who had become human spirits slowly turned their heads, as if they hadn't heard or seen anything.

The emperor's anger is really about to collapse, and he will not support the wall when he presses them, but only obeys the general of the town.

Emperor Ming Xian sat on the dragon chair, looked at Mrs. Zhuo in the hall, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Then he sneered, thinking that he didn't dare to touch the Zhuo family?

"Spread my will, and make General Zhuo of Liaobei the main station deputy general. Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian coldly averted his eyes: "Since General Zhuo wants to serve the country so much, then I will satisfy you." The person who sealed your Zhuo family is the deputy general, if it is the army led by General Zhuo, once defeated, come to see him. ”

The hall took a cold breath.

It's not the defeat of the army, it's the army led by General Zhuo. That is, no matter whether the army wins or loses in the end, as long as the general of the Zhuo family loses a battle, it is a capital crime.

The attitude is very clear, you Zhuo family, Lao Tzu is going to move.

Everyone in the hall had different thoughts, but they were all terrified.

Mrs. Zhuo looked indifferent as if he didn't understand, but knelt down and choked up: "Thank you Emperor Longen." Then he stood up tremblingly, picked up the wat card on the side, and walked to the side to stand in line, as always.

Emperor Ming Xian didn't care, his eyes swept and fell on one person in the hall.

Clearly, the anger has not yet been extinguished.

"Jiang Shangshu said, what do you think?" Emperor Ming Xian's gaze fell on Jiang Guozi, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, gloomy and majestic.

Jiang Guozi held the wat card, took a step forward and bowed his waist and said: "It's all up to the saint to decide." "He is neither humble nor silent, nor angry nor afraid.

The most feared thing for the courtiers is the holy will, the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. But if you want to die, there must be a reason. The reason for this thing is too easy to say, which official above the third or fourth grade has not stepped on a few heads?

If there's one thing that doesn't, it's almost impossible.

Jiang Guozi is one of those who is almost impossible. He has never done anything wrong, so he is naturally not afraid to ask for guilt. But the things he is responsible for are all conscientious. Dedicated to duty and not in the limelight. Be cautious and say little.

In a word, capable, not guilty, not hateful and cautious.

This is also the reason why he, as one of the few ministers of the first emperor, has not rebelled, but he can still sit firmly on the seat of Shangshu for so many years.

"Decide by me?" Emperor Ming Xian stared at Jiang Guozi, and his usual gaze swept over everyone: "It's all up to me, what's the use of asking you guys?"

Jiang Guozi lowered his head slightly, and did not answer or move.

"What do you want?!" Emperor Ming Xian stretched out his hand and swept it.

The chamberlains swept the floor again. The imperial palace next to him stepped forward to tidy up, went forward, tripped on the stairs under his feet, his body was crooked, and his hands accidentally touched the corners of Emperor Mingxian's clothes.

He glanced at it, and his voice was grim: "Drag it out and cut off your hand." After speaking, I didn't look at the palace who was dragged out and kept begging for mercy.

After that, Emperor Ming Xian looked at Jiang Guozi with a gloomy look in his eyes, and asked, "What do I want you to do?"

Jiang Guozi held the wat card, bowed down slightly, and his voice was relatively soft, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger: "The minister thinks that the whole adult is very good." ”

Emperor Ming Xian, who was sitting on the dragon chair, didn't speak, looked at Jiang Guozi, moved his body back, and sneered: "Excellent, hum." If he does not take the important town that he has lost, he will be beheaded. Emperor Ming Xian was not as unpredictable as before, so he stood up and said in a cold voice:

"If Liaobei is lost again, it will be limited to three cities, and if the three cities are broken, I will drive the expedition in person!" Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian did not wait for the ministers to speak, and threw up his sleeves and left.