On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the official roads in the capital and the surrounding counties were finally completely opened, and information that had been interrupted for a long time poured in from all over the country. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But more often than not, there is bad news.

The rebellious people in Jizhong coerced tens of thousands of people, braved the bitter cold, and marched all the way to the capital. It is reported that the rebels are only more than 200 miles away from the capital.

The disaster situation in Lu, Jin and other places is still intensifying, and many groups of displaced people have appeared under their rule, some of these people have been forced to go to the Kanto, and many more are running towards the capital.

In the hearts of the simple people, the capital is the center of the dynasty, the place where the emperor lives, the most noble and safe place in the world, where you can always find a way to live.

At first, there were only a few thousand people, and then the victims who went to Beijing snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and now there are tens of thousands.

Coupled with the chaotic people in Jizhong, 50,000 or 60,000 victims of hunger and cold, the capital simply could not bear it.

Several elders of the cabinet received a plea from the magistrate, and one by one their heads suddenly became as big as a fight.

Originally, it was not a big deal to cause a local famine.

Daqi has a vast territory, from the south to the north I don't know how many counties, villages, every year either there is a flood here, or there is a drought, or there is a land, locust plague, if you hear that there is a natural disaster and a sad face, those old people want to have a smile at the end of the year.

It is not terrible to have a natural disaster, and there is nothing to be afraid of if there are displaced people to make a disturbance, but what the elders of the cabinet are really worried about is in the palace - the saint has not summoned them for two days!

It stands to reason that when the snow disaster in the capital had just ended, the sage should have convened the ministers and the chief officials of the six ministries to discuss government affairs.

However, the heavy snow had stopped for almost three days, and the saint had never seen any other courtiers except for Zhao Geng, who had summoned Jinyiwei.

Abnormal! Absolutely not normal.

Shoufu Ji Yan is over sixty years old, and his hair and beard have turned gray. The furrows on the emaciated cheeks are like a dried walnut.

He frowned, his eyes looked in the direction of Miyagi, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart: Something happened, something must have happened in the palace!

Several chief officials of the Sixth Department also complained one after another, they are all old oilmen who have mixed up in the officialdom, and they will notice the slightest disturbance.

At this moment, the air floating in the capital smelled of conspiracy and unease, how could they not feel it?

Feng Yanshou, the head of the household, Gu Jialuo's uncle, called several brothers and sons to the study.

"Mingbo, what do you think?"

Feng Yanshou asked his most outstanding eldest son.

Two years ago, Feng Mingbo was admitted to the Jinshi and did a small editing in the Hanlin Academy, with a low official rank, but extremely noble.

And because of Feng Mingbo's friendship with the saint, the saint also liked Feng Mingbo, a good and motivated young man, and often let him accompany him.

Feng Mingbo had a good voice, and the sage liked to listen to him read articles.

Among the new scholars of the Hanlin Academy, Feng Mingbo was definitely the most favored by the emperor.

often goes in and out of the palace, and there is a lot of news that can be contacted, plus Feng Mingbo is generous and has a good temper, many little eunuchs in the palace have a good relationship with him.

Don't underestimate those humble minions, sometimes their casual words can make a big difference.

Feng Mingbo only noticed the abnormality in the palace after listening to the muttering of a little eunuch in the imperial study.

He said with a worried face: "Father, second uncle, third uncle, I'm afraid the saint is not in good health—"

Feng Yanshou was not surprised at all, he had already guessed it.

There was a snow disaster in the four places in the north, and the victims were going to pull the flag to rebel, and it snowed heavily in Beijing a few days ago, and the saint had no choice but to wait for the snow to stop.

Now that the snow has stopped, the sage did not summon Feng Yanshou, the head of the household, to ask for silver, which is a bit strange.

Feng Yanshou grew up with the saint since childhood, and he knew the king's temperament too well. In the face of disaster, some people may run away, but Xiao Ye will definitely not, no matter how serious the disaster is and how severe the situation is, he will fight head-on.

There was no movement in the palace, and there was only one explanation: the saint had an accident, and it was very likely that he was not sane and could not give orders.

Yanfu, the second elder of the Feng family, was in a hurry, and after listening to his nephew's words, he hurriedly asked, "Big brother, what should we do?" Recently, there have been too many rumors in Beijing, and there are all kinds of reliable and unreliable nonsense. The crown prince is missing, if the saint really can't be on the council, then, wouldn't those princes be even more restless?

Perhaps, the saint suddenly fell ill, it was the handiwork of some unfilial son.

"Second child, silence!" Feng Yanshou sank his face, interrupted his brother's 'nonsense' in a cold voice, and reprimanded: "How old are you, why can't you control your mouth?" Are these words also something you can say casually? ”

Feng Yanshou is the eldest brother, and he admonished his younger brother unceremoniously.

Feng Yanfu was also used to being scolded by his brother, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he was reprimanded in front of his juniors.

He said curtly: "Isn't this at home, I'm mainly worried about my eldest brother." You are the saint's confidant, once there is a change in the palace, others can hide from it, but you can't get around. ”

Feng Yanshou is in charge of Daqi's money bag, and if the princes want to 'do a big business', money is indispensable.

“…… That can't be nonsense. "My brother is right, why doesn't Feng Yanshou understand?

In fact, he also has a secret identity that his family doesn't know. At that time in Quanzhou, he not only operated the customs for the saints, but also supervised the officialdom in the southeast.

After being transferred back to Beijing, Feng Yanshou was still not deposed from this position, and continued to stare at the southeastern officialdom for the saint.

This kind of errand similar to Jinyiwei is a manifestation of the saint's trust and attention to him, but once he dies today and the new monarch ascends the throne, he Feng Yanshou will be one of the first people to be eliminated by the new monarch.

Therefore, Feng Yanshou must know the true situation of the emperor, and must not let him have any mistakes!

Just when Feng Yanshou was pondering whether to use the chess pieces in the palace, suddenly an attendant came to the house to announce the decree.

"The saint wants to summon Wei Chen?"

Feng Yanshou's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Feng Mingbo's face changed slightly, he was young, and he had some friendship with this chamberlain, so he said with a smile: "Gonggong Huang, where is Weichen?" Can a saint be summoned? ”

Huang Gonggong is a little fat, his round face is shiny, and he always smiles on weekdays, like Maitreya Buddha in the temple.

Today, he was rarely serious, shook his head at Feng Mingbo, and then urged: "Lord Feng, the saint is still waiting, please quickly follow the slave into the palace!" ”

Feng Mingbo wanted to say a few words, trying to follow Feng Yanshou into the palace together, but was stopped by Feng Yanshou with an eye knife: Don't be stupid, stay at home!

Feng Mingbo had no choice but to endure it, and watched his father leave the Feng family's mansion with the chamberlains and the Praetorian Guards.

In the palace, Queen Ma sat in front of the couch and looked at the unconscious emperor in a daze.

He Yuan was waiting for all the imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital to wait outside, and their faces were pale to study the prescription.

The saint was unconscious, Queen Ma quickly took control of the palace, and all the palace doors were closed, which was a drama of the Forbidden Palace.

And they, the imperial doctors, are the first wave of victims of this drama. Once the saints are killed, they will definitely be buried with them.

From time to time, they looked at Queen Ma out of the corner of their eyes, and their old lives were in her hands.

As everyone knows, Queen Ma's heart is also entangled and embarrassed, and she doesn't know how to choose......

PS: There is a monthly pass in Dumu today, not open, please ask for a monthly pass! (To be continued.) )