When Empress Yao heard the news and arrived, hundreds of ministers were already kneeling outside the main hall of Chengqian Palace.

Kneeling at the front was Prime Minister Wang Qitang.

The white-haired old minister kept kowtowing to the closed palace door, "Minister, Wang Qitang, I ask to see Your Majesty." ”

Although he had learned of the emperor's death from Chu Ning, he refused to believe it, and he always had a trace of luck in his heart.

Moreover, if he does not come forward, I don't know how far the situation will get out of control.

The ministers in the back also followed his example, banging and knocking.

Empress Yao walked through the crowd and walked to the palace gate, signaling the palace people to help Wang Qitang up.

"Lord Wang, what are you doing? Hurry up, please. ”

Wang Qitang didn't know where he got the strength to shake off the eunuch who was holding his arm.

He looked at Empress Yao's half-threatening gaze and replied, "When will the old minister see the holy driver, when will he get up." ”

Empress Yao's heart tightened, and she smiled mildly on the surface, "The Holy Lord is still recuperating from her injuries, and the imperial doctor has instructed her to recuperate." ”

Wang Qitang replied confidently: "The old minister only wants to see His Majesty, and he has no intention of disturbing His Majesty's recuperation. ”

As he spoke, he took the lead and kowtowed heavily to Queen Yao, "I hope that the queen will be perfect." ”

The ministers behind him followed suit, kowtowing together, mixed with the sound of "hope for the mother to be fulfilled".

Yao Xingyuan knelt a few rows away from Wang Qitang, and also bowed down with everyone, peeking to see his sister's reaction.

Empress Yao was forced by Wang Qitang, her shoulders trembled slightly with anger, and her hand holding Qiu Mo tightly held the silk handkerchief.

She repeated: "This palace has said that Your Majesty needs to recuperate, please go back, my lords." ”

Yao Xingyuan hurriedly said: "That's it, Your Majesty will be okay another day, and we will enter the palace again to say goodbye." ”

His Majesty in his mouth clearly did not get better again.

Queen Yao had a splitting headache, and across the crowd, she couldn't wait to pluck him a few times to relieve her anger.

At this time, it was the height of summer, and the sun was scorching in the afternoon, and the bright sun shone on the stone steps, so that people could not open their eyes.

"That's it, that's all this palace says, please take care of it."

With that, Empress Yao turned around and walked into the main hall, leaving hundreds of ministers kneeling outside the hall.

Many ministers couldn't stand the viciousness of the sun and found excuses to leave.

Wang Qitang straightened his waist and knelt in front, but there were fewer and fewer people behind him.

He still knelt there, like a stone tablet, silent and old.

Yao Xingyuan wanted to leave a long time ago, but he was afraid that this old man would come up with any tricks, so he had to continue to stare at him for Queen Yao.

Wang Qitang's wrinkled skin was flushed with sunburn, and the orange-skin-like wrinkles were filled with beads of sweat.

Large droplets of sweat trickled down the folds of his face into his beard and drenched his collar like a trickle.

He was dressed in a grand court robe, and his collar was tied very tightly, but he didn't seem to feel the heat.

"Old minister, I want to see Your Majesty."

He repeated the phrase over and over again, and his head hit the stone slab over and over again.

I don't know if it's a hallucination caused by heat stroke, but he actually thinks in his heart, maybe the emperor is not dead.

Perhaps, the emperor will really come out of that door and call him "Wang Qing" again.

Yao Xingyuan only felt that through the thick court clothes, the slate was as hot as an iron pot.

Wang Qitang stared at the closed door with complicated eyes, and knelt there motionless.

The people behind him were almost gone, and Yao Xingyuan couldn't stand the heat, so he got up and patted his robe and left.

The sun gradually turned west, and the ministers behind Wang Qitang came and went, and only he knelt for most of the day.

"Old minister, Wang Qitang ......" Before his words fell, his body finally couldn't support it, and he fell forward suddenly.

At that moment, Han Tang half-knelt down and stretched out his hand to support Wang Qitang.

Wang Qitang was dizzy, raised his eyes, and looked at the heroic young man's face.

Han Tang helped him and said in a low voice, "My father said that Lord Wang is the backbone of the imperial court. ”

Wang Qitang reluctantly licked his chapped lips and made a hoarse sound.

"Are you...... The children of the Han family? ”

Another person helped Wang Qitang over.

King Xin smiled at Han Tang, picked up Wang Qitang, and walked to the front of the hall, "Brother Huang, brother is here." ”

The door of the temple creaked open, and everyone craned their necks to look inside.

Empress Yao ordered someone to remove the screen to reveal the soft couch, and through the layers of veils, there was a faint figure lying on the couch.

She walked to the door and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, take a closer look, the emperor is still recuperating, don't disturb the purity of the Chengqian Palace anymore." ”

King Xin raised his feet to go inside, but was stopped by Queen Yao, "King Xin stopped, the emperor just fell asleep and couldn't see guests." ”

King Xin said with a smile: "As the emperor's younger brother, it is reasonable for this king to serve the emperor's brother. ”

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and went into the main hall.