Now, the scene is chaotic, although these ministers do not dare to rush over and do anything, but they are louder than one another.

Zhu Yijun, the ten-year-old little emperor was suddenly stupid by this situation, and the ministers seemed to ignore it at all, and continued to argue about what to say.

Zhang Fan was on the side, it was not that he didn't want to intervene, but he couldn't intervene at all, and Feng Bao stood there, bearing the condemnation of these ministers, fortunately, he could bear it, in the face of so many people's accusations, and even some of them were naked scolding, Feng Bao didn't refute, not that he didn't want to refute, but he didn't dare to refute, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, his life would be lost.

But even so, Feng Bao still had a red face, this kind of expression, Feng Bao had never shown such an expression that made him feel cheap, but at this time, Feng Bao could only be like this, swallowing his anger and not daring to speak.

But Zhang Fan wasn't ready to wait like this, he saw Zhu Yijun sitting there, his expression was getting more and more wrong, his little face was extremely white, and his thin body began to tremble.

Zhang Fan secretly screamed that it was not good, and he didn't care about anything else, so he turned around and asked the guards outside the door to come over.

"My lord," the guards who came over bowed to Zhang Fan, who was also a Han general under Jinyiwei, responsible for guarding the emperor's safety.

These people are not very old, this kind of scene is definitely not seen, but they are not too unfamiliar, to be a guard is not only to be skilled, but also to have vision, as well as these experiences, as early as the day they entered the palace to serve, they have been explained, if they encounter a situation similar to today's scene, no one has ordered them, then absolutely do not act, just watch.

Now, since their immediate boss Zhang Fan has greeted them, they naturally have to obey their orders.

"How many of you are here," Zhang Fan asked anxiously.

"My lord, there are six brothers of the lower rank," the man said.

"Now, put down all the swords on my body for me," Zhang Fan commanded.

"My lord, this ......" This person hesitated when he heard Zhang Fan say this, the general of the Han Dynasty, responsible for the safety of the emperor, even in the palace, no matter what the occasion, he must have a weapon on his body, and a few times even the sutra banquet is an incomparably grand royal ceremony, and he must also bring a golden gourd that can not only support the scene, but also come in handy when needed, and now Zhang Fan asked them to put down the sword, they naturally have to hesitate.

"Hurry up, this is my word, and I will bear the problem if there is a problem, even if it is your turn to cut off your head," Zhang Fan said.

In fact, Zhang Fan's words are too big, if there is really something wrong, it will not be enough to lose his head at that time, and the entire Jinyi Wei will have to change blood.

However, Zhang Fan dared to speak like this at this time, and he had already thought about it in his heart, not to mention the ministers who are here now, even if he Zhang Fan is not familiar with them, he knows them all, and he can be sure that there is absolutely no one here who wants to hurt Zhu Yijun.

And he ordered them to put down their swords, he was also afraid that something would happen, he was not afraid of waiting, under the chaos of the scene, these Han generals with swords, would make a mistake for a while, he was afraid that these ministers and others would be too excited, pull out the swords of these guards, and do something wrong.

Although they were still very embarrassed, Zhang Fan had already spoken like this after all, and they were no longer easy to say, although the six people were still a little hesitant, but they were all about to take down the knives hanging on them.

"Hurry up, put these knives outside for me," Zhang Fan commanded.

After these Han generals put away their knives and returned to Zhang Fan's side, Zhang Fan ordered: "You listen to me, wait a minute, you follow me to Your Majesty's side, I will pick up Your Majesty and leave, you will block these people for me, but pay attention to me, if these people rush up, don't do it, just follow me to the back, they don't fight back when they beat you, and you are not allowed to stop, keep walking, do you hear it?"

Zhang Fan's words made several people look at each other, but since Zhang Fan said so, they had to agree.

Turning to look at this chaotic scene, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and let out a low sigh: "Up," and walked over quickly.

The six Han generals also followed Zhang Fan's footsteps and walked over.

Zhang Fan took the six Han generals to the ministers and Zhu Yijun, and this situation really made all the ministers present stunned for a while.

Taking advantage of such an opportunity, Zhang Fan went to Zhu Yijun and whispered: "Your Majesty atonements," and without asking about the situation, he picked up Zhu Yijun, got up and walked to the back of the hall.

When the six Han generals saw Zhang Fan leaving, they also hurriedly gathered around Zhang Fan and escorted him to the back of the hall.

Seeing this situation, the ministers who were talking all over the place, and the people who were raising their emotions to a fixed point, were stunned again.

"Your Majesty," I don't know who shouted like this, and when did these people chase after them, as if Zhang Fan took Zhu Yijun away, as if he wanted to escape from them, and at this time, this group of people who were already a little hot-brained had already been unable to distinguish clearly, and they only knew that they wanted to recover Zhu Yijun and ask for an explanation.

It's strange to say, although Zhang Fan is a literati, but Zhu Yijun is only ten years old after all, very light, Zhang Fan is not hard to hold him, and he walks very fast, but on the contrary, these ministers who have passed the age of confusion, especially a few who have gray hair and beard, this leg and foot are really not slow, as the first person started to move, they immediately caught up.

The six Han generals had Zhang Fan's explanation, and they didn't dare to do anything in the face of these ministers, so they could only push away the hands that these people had stretched out.

And these ministers immediately became even more angry, and instead of stretching out their open hands to grab something, they directly stretched out their fists, wanting to hit them.

Zhang Fan hugged Zhu Yijun, put his face on his chest, and covered his ears with his left hand, so that he could not hear those sounds, although Zhang Fan rushed forward with his head covered, but he could also imagine what kind of scene was behind him, although Zhang Fan almost ran, but he was not fast enough.

And Feng Bao was also dumbfounded in the face of this situation, he stood in place in a daze, did not move, and watched these ministers actually run after the emperor.

But fortunately, Feng Bao didn't move at this time, he had already become the target of the public, the only reason why he was still safe was that although these excited ministers were excited just now, they still had a trace of reason, but at this time, these people were completely out of control, if Feng Bao dared to stand up and stop these people at this time, then his fate would be worth imagining.

Zhang Fan held Zhu Yijun in his arms, rushed out of the main hall, and ran straight in the direction of the Qianqing Palace, and the ministers behind him had long since stopped caring about any palace etiquette and other things, and also chased Zhang Fan over.

This kind of scene also made the palace guards stunned, they didn't stop this group of people at all, even if they wanted to, I'm afraid they couldn't stop it.

"Quick," Zhang Fan said as he ran, thinking about a big Han general beside him, "Hurry up and run to the Qianqing Gate, let the guards there let them go, and then let them block these people,"

"Yes," the Han general received Zhang Fan's orders, and he didn't bother with words, and hurriedly strode forward.

This section of the road is not short, Zhang Fan already felt that his legs and feet were a little sore, but the voices of the ministers behind him did not decrease at all, but there was a tendency to get closer and closer.

After running down this part of the road, although Zhang Fan was not very tired, he was also very scared when he was nervous, and Zhang Fan, who had long been able to see Qianqingmen, ran for a long time before he arrived.

The guards in front of the Qianqing Gate had already gotten the news, although they didn't know what was going on, but obviously it wouldn't be a trivial matter, and now they saw Zhang Fan running over, holding a child in bright yellow clothes in his arms, plus the group of ministers behind him were like charging into battle, shouting loudly, and they almost didn't hold the guy in their hands, where would they not know what was going on.

These guards waited until Zhang Fan and the five Han generals had just walked into the Qianqing Gate, and they immediately blocked the place, they naturally knew these ministers, so they just blocked them, let these people push and shove, and did not fight back at all.

In fact, even if he fought back, it was nothing, you must know that this was a big crime of trespassing into the emperor's bedroom, but these guards didn't dare to do that, after all, there were so many people here.

Zhang Fan entered the Qianqing Palace, but he didn't stop, holding Zhu Yijun and rushing straight to his bedroom, along the way, but the palace maids and eunuchs in the Jiang Qianqing Palace were frightened, and no one dared to stop him at all.

When he came to the room, Zhang Fan put Zhu Yijun on the chair, which could be regarded as being able to take a breath, which made him nervous even more than when he was chased and killed by the Tartars outside the Saiwai.

Taking a breath, Zhang Fan hurriedly looked at Zhu Yijun: "Your Majesty, it's okay, Your Majesty, Your Majesty,"

Zhu Yijun sat on the meaning, but he put his feet on the edge of the chair, put his hands on his knees, and buried his face in his sleeves, Zhang Fan called him for a long time, and he didn't know how to agree.

This made Zhang Fan anxious, and he even suspected that he had hurt him when he was holding him just now.

Just when Zhang Fan was a little idle, he heard a faint low cry, obviously, the young Zhu Yijun, facing the attack of so many people, even if it was not aimed at him, was scared and cried,