It was late at night, Yang Jian was sitting upright on the round stool, leaning against the wall behind him, his head was lying down, and he was falling asleep in a daze.

After a short confrontation between the prime minister and the Son of Heaven during the day, the prime ministers walked away, and the Son of Heaven drove away all the personal palace people, sat in the palace for a whole afternoon, and at night, he was dumbfounded under the service of the palace people, freshened up and went to bed. It was a routine greeting to the Queen Mother, and she also reported her illness and did not go over there.

For the whole day, Yang Jian stared at the emperor with wide eyes, for fear that he would not be able to think about it for a while and do something.

Just listened to the instigation of the concubine, he dared to take poison, in case he was angry with the ministers this time, and wanted to do something before he was abolished, others might be fine, but he, who was appointed by the queen mother to 'serve' the imperial medicine of the official family, must bear the greatest responsibility.

During the day, Yang Jian could still hold on, but at night, the lights flickered, and gradually, fatigue came up like a tide. Although he was sitting, he still fell asleep involuntarily.

Suddenly, Yang Jian woke up in shock.

He opened his sleepy eyes and nervously looked ahead.

The red candles in the dormitory are still there, and under the dim candlelight, you can vaguely see the back of the emperor on the imperial couch.

The Son of Heaven was asleep with his head facing inside, and there was no change from before.

Since the first emperor collapsed due to charcoal poisoning, the newly emerging stepping bed was cleared out of the palace. Under the correction of the error, the beds in the palace and even the curtains were cut. Standing in the outer room, the palace people can see the owner sleeping on the bed.

Seeing that the Son of Heaven was still sleeping peacefully, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now he was in a dream, and he dreamed that the emperor took a piece of white silk and hung himself on the beam of the house.

The emperor in the dream, the purple-black tongue stretched out long, and several blood marks extended from the corners of his eyes and nostrils. is like the companion who entered the palace together back then, and after only one month in the palace, he hanged himself in the room. The seven or eight people who slept with him were scared half to death in the morning.

When Yang Jian recovered from the nightmare, he felt that his back was slimy, cold, and full of cold sweat.

Sitting uncomfortably, he stood up and walked lightly to the couch.

Look at the emperor again, and go out to change into a dry and profane clothes.

He had just taken a few steps forward before he stopped, staring at the front in disbelief.

On the futon on the couch, you can see the outline of the back of the Son of Heaven. The silhouette was trembling, and a few whimpering could be faintly heard.

The emperor didn't fall asleep at all!

Yang Jian swallowed his saliva violently, and suddenly felt that his heart was empty-the emperor was crying!

Yes, it's supposed to cry.

The dignified emperor was actually ridden to his head by his courtiers, and it was normal to cry. And a child who is only a teenager, how can he not hold back his cry when he encounters something that is a deception?

It's just that the emperor's temperament is also hard, and when he was just taught by the prime ministers, he didn't even shed a drop of tears, and he was just in a daze during the day, and he didn't cry with a quilt until the dead of night.

Yang Jian felt sorry in his heart, and was about to leave quietly, when he found that the trembling of the futon suddenly stopped.

'Did you find out?' Yang Jian said in his heart.

He was even embarrassed by the emperor, a faceless eunuch in his own family, and he didn't want to be seen when he cried, let alone the emperor who was high.

Save some face for the Emperor.

Yang Jian thought, quietly moving his steps back, not planning to get any closer.

The supreme of the world has fallen to this step, even though Yang Jian is extremely envious of Wang Zhongzheng's power, he can't help but have some sympathy for Zhao Xu's situation.

If Emperor Xizong hadn't died early, I'm afraid that the current supreme would not have been bullied like this under the guidance of Zaifu, who maintained his loyalty, and conscientiously studied the art of governing the country.

Orphans and widows are already easy to be bullied, not to mention the separation of mother and child, how can they not be bullied?

Yang Jian sighed secretly and quietly retreated to the door.

Let the Emperor continue to cry for a while. Yang Jian thought.

It is only in this night that the emperor can have no scruples during the day;

It was only at night that the emperor could cry without care;

They have all been set up by the courtiers, and they have been monitored for eating, drinking, and Lazar, but Yang Jian suddenly felt that there was no need to be meticulous when reporting to the top, even if it was a little bit, just leave a little leeway for the emperor.

This is the only thing that can be done within his purview.

……………………

Can't laugh,

Can't laugh.

Can't laugh!

Zhao Xu kept warning himself, but as the night deepened, his self-control became weak, and in the end he still didn't hold back the surging laughter, which made his body under the bedding twitch for a while.

It's laughable.

The prime ministers showed their cowardice, and their thrones were kept, why didn't they laugh?

What the prime ministers plan to do, Zhao Xu is still unclear.

But how far they can go, Zhao Xu felt that he had seen it very clearly.

Yi Yin's affairs, the minister can do it.

This is tantamount to drawing a floor.

Han Gang was indeed rebellious, but after all, he still didn't dare to say a word of 'Yiho's affairs, the minister can do it', and he didn't dare to abolish himself.

Both sides of the party have talked to that point, and Zhao Xu is provoking the prime minister while breaking out in a cold sweat.

If you can abolish yourself, presumably Zhang Dian and Han Gang will not be stingy to say a word.

But they didn't say it, even if they were extremely annoyed, they didn't say it—

— because they dare not say it.

Zhao Xu's heart was itching with happiness.

He gritted the corners of the quilt tightly and happily rubbed the cotton quilt with his teeth, only in this way could he suppress the few hoarse laughter that rushed out of his throat from time to time.

The abolition of the emperor is not something that can be said simply.

If it was the Han and Jin dynasties, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, or the late Tang Dynasty, it might be very simple for the ministers to change the emperor, but the seven generations of the Son of Heaven before and after the Great Song Dynasty have been raising scholars for more than 100 years.

Although he has no kindness to the people of the world, Zhao Xu believes that with the six generations of his ancestors, hundreds of millions of people still have their hearts set on the orthodoxy of the Zhao family.

Not only the people of the world, but also the ministers of the court and the central government, there must be many loyal and upright people.

Is this still doubtful?

Although the powerful ministers blocked China and foreign countries, Zhao Xu had no idea how many loyal and upright people in the court were loyal to orthodoxy.

But the three traitors still don't dare to say that they want to abolish themselves, presumably because of the many loyal ministers in the court, so that they don't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Even though the woman has been promoting traitors for ten years, making traitors live in temples and loyal ministers to subordinate, she can still sit firmly in this position.

Su Song is indeed right in saying something - this is the kindness of the ancestors!

The corners of Zhao Xu's mouth opened and he smiled silently, who made you fail to cast a good tire?

Envy? Jealous?

People are born with a distinction between high and low, high and low.

My family was born in the palace forbidden, and I was born to be superior to others. Since he was born outside the palace forbidden, he was born to kneel at his feet. Otherwise, it is against the principles of morality.

Born identity, no matter how jealous you are, you can't be jealous.

Even if they have mastered the major politics of the world, the rebellious ministers and thieves still dare not say a word about abolition, and as the emperor, it is natural for him to replace the ministers.

Just wait for the right opportunity!

Zhao Xu believes that he will definitely be able to wait for this opportunity.

The sudden strong smile made Zhao Xu's breath unsteady, and his whole body trembled.

From behind, there was a slight noise.

Someone is quietly approaching!

It was as if ice water soaked his whole body, and suddenly, Zhao Xu's whole body froze.

Someone found themselves laughing!

A strong sense of fear suddenly struck, freezing Zhao Xu's blood.

Zhao Xu didn't dare to make another sound, let alone move again, the whole person was frozen in his current posture, not daring to move a little.

Zhao Xu stopped all his movements, but the sound of the soles of his feet rubbing the ground behind him was gone, but the man's breathing was a little heavier, and Zhao Xu discovered his identity when he arrived.

It's Yang Jian!

It's the thief who deserves a thousand cuts!

Without these minions, without these eyes and ears, when the woman was seriously ill, the traitors outside couldn't help themselves at all.

If it weren't for Yang Jian, where would he eat, drink, and Lazar be recorded and sent outside the palace to be examined by the traitors?

If it weren't for Yang Jian, where would he have to hide in the quilt all his life?

Zhao Xu had a great murderous intent in his heart, and secretly swore that when his family mastered the government, he would definitely put all his generation on the execution ground and cut tens of millions of knives.

Just swearing, Zhao Xu still didn't dare to make any moves, until the voice of Yang Jian staying away came from behind.

The movement of Yang Jian retreating to the door made Zhao Xu hold his breath and finally take a breath, but his vigilance became more and more high.

Wouldn't it be a desire to get away with it?

Whether it was or not, Zhao Xu didn't dare to take risks.

As long as you let those traitors know their reactions, their own house will be in danger.

Whether it is Su Song, Zhang Tun, Han Gang, or other rulers in the two governments, they are all extremely intelligent.

Zhao Xu admitted that Su Song was right, in terms of intelligence, knowledge, and mental skills, he was inferior to those who were admitted from tens of millions of scholars and stood out from tens of millions of officials.

As long as they know that they can still laugh, they will definitely want to see through their details.

Once they understand this, they will immediately change their tune and really start to abolish themselves.

Before that, his family was harmless to humans and animals, and even performed a farce, no matter how you look at it, it will not be a promising king. But if you're too smart, you'll probably see a meatloaf tomorrow morning.

Be patient, be foolish, wait for the right time, wait for the ...... Wait until...... Zhao Xu pursed his lips - he had to wait until Wang Anshi arrived in Beijing.

grandson-in-law or son-in-law, who is closer?

Zhao Xu didn't know that he had always been reluctant to consider his kinship with Han Gang, and he always felt that Han Gang did not strongly oppose this marriage, perhaps because Wang Anshi was on his side.

Although he gave himself many reasons to trust Wang Anshi's loyalty, the traitors in front of him in high positions made Zhao Xu unable to believe this veteran who had a close relationship with the traitors.

However, Zhao Xu now wants to believe more in Wang Anshi, if Wang Anshi has a rebellious heart, marrying his granddaughter to his grandson is the best choice. And marrying the emperor will inevitably be in a dilemma in the future.

With the monstrous power of Su, Zhang, and Han, all the important ministers were subdued, and the only ones who prevented them from going further were the patriarchs outside Beijing.

Fu Han has passed away, Yan Bo is old, Wang Qi and Feng Jing's generation have been suppressed silently, and the only one who can really confront the traitors is Wang Anshi, who single-handedly created the New Deal.

Although Wang Anshi has been famous, he is now traveling in the forest.

But the Son of Heaven is married, and Wang Anshi, as the queen's grandfather, must be present. Maybe the two governments can prevent him from going to Beijing in normal times, but at this time, it is impossible to stop him.

Other words...... Don't wait too long.

It's almost there.

It's almost there.

Zhao Xu read silently, and gradually fell asleep.

It was also on this night that Wang Anshi's special train set off from Yangzhou and was heading towards Beijing.