The sound of praise lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, and the ministers in the palace returned one after another.

Wu Zetian ordered the scriptures to be included in the brocade box, but he did not continue the topic, but asked the ministers whether they thought the dance music was rewardable?

Li Tong was hidden behind the curtain, and although he couldn't see the picture, he could hear the answer of the monarch and the minister. At this time, when I heard Wu Zetian's tone of academic discussion, he only focused on the topic of appreciation of dance and music, and felt that this woman was really light and calm.

She didn't mention the matter of dedication at the moment, and the ministers naturally wouldn't take the initiative to mention this embarrassing topic. But it does not mean that this matter does not exist, but the so-called existence is ignored, and the correctness of this matter is established through the aesthetic appreciation of dance music.

I stepped on your bottom line hard, and then I quickly retracted my foot, I don't plan to dwell on it, if you are still obsessed with this, you must discuss right and wrong, then don't blame me for being unkind.

At this moment, in the hall, a slightly old tone was evaluating the beauty of dance and music, Li Tong listened to his answer, and knew that it was Si Binqing Dou Lu Qinwang. What he said was also a great praise for the beauty of the dance and the elegance of the voice, but he did not comment on the subsequent scene of dedication, which shows that this is also an old slippery man who knows and understands.

After Doulu Qinwang, another person was named by Wu Zetian for comment, which was Wei Juyuan, the secretary of the government. The name Wei Juyuan, Li Tong is very familiar, and the list of roasted tail banquets that his people have entered has been passed down to future generations, I thought that the Zhongzong Dynasty would be revealed, but I didn't expect that it is now ranked in Jiuqing.

After the year of the light house, the signatures of the hundred officials were changed to a mess, and the secretary of the palace was the secretary of the Taifuqing, that is, the great Sinong among the ancient nine secretaries.

After that, several people were named and evaluated, most of those names Li Tong were unfamiliar, but without exception they were all high-ranking officials of the temple supervisors, and the evaluation was naturally praised by everyone. After all, in addition to Xue Huaiyi's dance and dedication at the end, which is a little stinging, this big song is really impeccable from song to dance.

Li Tong stood behind the curtain, and his mood was already faintly anxious. He had been standing here for two or three hours, tired or not, not to speak, the key was that he couldn't calm down.

But Wu Zetian is like he is addicted, and he keeps naming and asking his courtiers to evaluate whether this "Vientiane" song is beautiful or not, endlessly, and people can't guess what his mind is.

Finally, after listening to the comments of more than a dozen people in a row, Wu Zetian seemed to feel that the aesthetics of the monarchs and ministers in the palace had reached an agreement, with a warm smile on his face, he lowered his eyes to look at the ministers, and said with a smile in his mouth: "The physique of "Vientiane" is rich and beautiful, and the princes are rewarded and praised. ”

After the curtain, Li Tong heard this, his spirit suddenly lifted, and he did not wait for the ceremonial official to step forward to guide, he had already walked forward to the end of the curtain, and his eldest brother Li Guangshun and the officials of the Taile Department stood side by side, listening to the roll call of the ceremonial officer.

The left of the hall has its own ceremonial officials to roll call, first Xue Huaiyi, the Duke of Liang Guo, Xue Huaiyi has already changed his robe at this time, and when he hears the fame, he should walk in first. Seeing the smug appearance of the others, many people in the audience always felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, and their reactions were slightly cold.

But after the roll call of the ceremonial official, there seemed to be a succession of thunder, because the names of three young kings were sung in a row.

"King Yong Shouli, King Le'an Guangshun, Yong'an King Shouyi......"

Hearing the names of the three kings, the hall was silent for a while. In the face of everyone's surprise, stunned, or confused, and of course, Wu Sansi's cold eyes, Li Tong finally walked out from behind the curtain, and had the opportunity to appear in front of others.

"This, these three kings ......"

Everyone in the palace, Tai Ban didn't know the three kings, but when the name of King Yong was sung, the identity of the three kings was instantly clear, these were the three orphans of the late prince Li Xian!

The roll call continued, including Shen Yan, who was called out by name, followed the three kings with a strange gaze, and ascended the hall with the officials of Sili Temple. To be honest, Shen Yanqi never imagined that this scene would be staged today, otherwise he would not have agreed to King Yong'an's invitation so easily!

The hall is very large, and a group of people walk in small steps. Although Li Tong and the other three have no official positions, they are the heirs and county kings of the first class.

Under the strange gaze of the people in the hall, Li Tong was not much nervous, but the gaze that hung down above the hall made him feel uncomfortable.

If he didn't understand the meaning of Wu Zetian's previous questioning of everyone's appreciation, but after appearing and perceiving everyone's shocked reaction, he probably understood that Wu Zetian should enjoy the sense of manipulation that everything is under control and makes people feel happy and worried.

Just as Zhongzong Li Xian was secretly taken back to Luoyang later, Wu Zetian said to Di Renjie, "Return the prince", whether Di Renjie's long-cherished wish was more joyful, or Wu Zetian's evil taste of being in control and completely active was more prevalent, it is not clear.

Now it probably means something similar, the song "Vientiane" that you all say and praise is the three orphaned young kings in front of you, are you surprised? Not surprised?

Either out of an accident that was unwilling to be manipulated, or the uncontrollable curiosity in his heart, Li Tong quietly raised his head while approaching the hall, and looked up with the rest of his eyes, wanting to see what Wu Zetian looked like.

"Rude!"

Suddenly, an exclamation interrupted Li Tong's gaze that was still trying to rise, and he followed the prestige, only to see that Chunguan Shangshu Wu Sansi had already risen from the seat, and the halberd was pointed at him, with an unkind face. Then he noticed that Xue Huaiyi had already walked to the palace steps, Xue Huaiyi had already stopped, and the corners of his clothes were pulled up by Li Guangshun, and unconsciously, he actually walked a few more steps.

Realizing this, Li Tong was already sweating, originally he was worried that Li Shouli would lose his honor in front of the emperor, but he didn't expect the problem to appear here. But there was no sound in the hall, he just silently retreated to the position where he should stand, and did not respond to Wu Sansi's provocation and reprimand.

Under the leadership of Xue Huaiyi, everyone worshiped the God Emperor again, but when others had already finished worshipping and got up, he bowed again, and said in a slightly hoarse tone: "The ministers are terrified, I don't know if I am fortunate to see the glory of Tianyan and the people, and when I forget myself, there are still people who can be respectful and self-controlled." Stubborn and quibble, please forgive! ”

"Heh......"

A short voice sounded in the hall, Wu Zetian raised his hand and waved it, signaling Wu Sansi to return to the table, and lowered his eyes to look at the young man who was still kneeling, and said with a smile: "Come in." ”

Cold sweat was already oozing from Li Tong's forehead, and he couldn't tell why he was nervous, so he hurriedly got up after hearing the words, paced slowly and walked a few feet forward, his hands lowered, and his eyes stared at the temple steps.

There has been no other sound in the hall, and Li Tong has not dared to move, and it has lasted for more than ten breaths, and Wu Zetian's arrogant and almost emotionless voice sounded in the hall again: "You guys, look, does this child look like his father?" ”

When Li Tong heard this, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him. He had already imagined to the best of his ability what kind of scene, what kind of atmosphere, and what kind of conversation would happen when he saw Wu Zetian for the first time. But no matter how many possibilities there are, I didn't think about the first sentence of the meeting, and Wu Zetian beat him to the place of death!

Like his father? This may be a kind grandmother who is a relative of the next generation, and when she sees her little grandson beautiful, she misses her deceased son and can't help but ask such a question. But will Wu Zetian have this kind of feeling?

And who is his father? is not the prince of the Tang Dynasty who is the choice of style and talent, but a rebellious minister and thief who disobeys his mother and father, who cannot be at home in life and cannot return to the ancestral temple in death!

As the God Emperor said this, the hall was full of silence for a while, and the needles could be heard. But after a few breaths, all kinds of chaotic sounds continued to sound, and Shen Yanqi, who was standing behind the three kings, shook his head imperceptibly, trying to shake off the cold sweat that flowed into the corners of his eyes from his forehead.

In front of the ministers, Tianguan Shangshu Wu Chenghei held the rim of the cup in his hand, raised his eyes to look at the young king, and the corners of his mouth were faintly smirking. Chunguan Shangshu Wu Sansi reacted even more exaggeratedly, lowered his head and raised his hand to twist his beard, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he had already begun to think about what kind of death method he would arrange for these rebels, especially the sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed King Yong'an.

As for the other ministers seated in the hall, they were either indifferent to their own affairs, or they bowed their heads and sighed softly, and there was no lack of regret, but there was no one who made any obvious noise.

But even if there were any other noises in the hall at this moment, Li Tong couldn't hear them at all. Such a real and thick death oppression made a thousand thoughts flash in his mind, and he no longer had any energy to care about the rest of his body.

He still had his head down, but if he looked closer, he would see that his eyes were bloodshot. In order to prevent his fists from clenching in anger, he clasped his hands tightly on the outside of his thighs, and the feeling of powerlessness that was the flesh of a fish on the board was not as strong as it was in front of him for a moment.

His mood at the moment is also indescribable.

In just a few breaths, it is as long as half a life for Li Tong. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, not thinking about where this boundless malice came from, even if it was useless to save himself in the end, it would be worthwhile to take a look at what Wu Zetian looked like.

However, when he raised his head, he was disappointed in his heart, and all he could see was the beads in front of the crown, and only the contours of his face and a little chin could be barely seen behind the beads.

He glanced at the gloating Wu Sansi by the way, and then took a few steps back, one seemed to be more respectful, and the other was if he really couldn't save himself, he would be fierce when he hit forward, and strive to kill himself and no longer suffer from other suffering.

Seeing that the young king in the hall had moved, Wu Zetian also adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and his face was full of interest, and even faintly looked forward to it.

Since the four years of vertical arching, too many major events have happened, occupying most of her energy, and she has no time to pay attention to other miscellaneous things. But even so, this grandson, who didn't care at all in the old years, still frequently attracted her attention.

Especially this time, because Xue Huaiyi participated in it, before and after the event, Wu Zetian heard the name of this grandson even more frequently. The finished product has been appreciated, and Wu Zetian is very satisfied in her heart, even far exceeding the little expectations she had before.

Because of this, she was even more curious, what kind of reaction would this grandson, who looked quite similar to her father, once he was cornered?