Chapter Twenty-Seven: "The Dragon's Anger"

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On the seventh day of December, heavy snowfall.

In the past two months, it has been a matter of both the queen and the queen, one person, one thing. Gradually, Zhao Zhe's thinking habits became more and more adapted to the identity of the emperor. And Zhao Zhe, who belonged to his original era, seemed to be like a dream, gradually blurring and disappearing.

Zhao Zhe sat on the dragon chair in the imperial study, and now he has almost completely integrated into the role of the emperor. And the identity of this supreme in the world, as well as the growing strength, make him stronger and stronger in his heart. Leaned on the back of the chair very casually, and took the first half of a cup of tea slowly, with a calm bearing that made people unable to see through the depths. The temperament of the whole person, I don't know if it is because of the cultivation of the Yu Nu Heart Sutra. Still sitting in the position of the emperor, the prestige that he has gradually developed. And it becomes more and more difficult for people to look at directly, and vaguely makes people feel a little pressure.

In this imperial study, there are several bronze beast head stoves, and the charcoal fire is booming. It burned to the warmth of the whole empty study.

It's another small pilgrimage, and it's already the tenth mini-pilgrimage. Except for the first small court meeting and a little discussion, Zhao Zhe almost invited them for recreation and didn't talk about anything. One by one, let them pestle in the hall, and he was leisurely sipping tea, holding a history book and looking at it beautifully, just looking down, and making a look of slowly shaking his head, as if he was deeply beaten in the play.

These front-line ministers of the civil service system gradually did not understand Zhao Zhe's true intentions. Often, after half a day, the emperor would send them away. Some people really couldn't stand still, so they deliberately picked some things out to report to Zhao Zhe and ask for instructions. Who expected Zhao Zhe to shirk the past every time, and said that there was no hurry in this matter, and he would discuss it later. Then he plunged headlong into the history books. These dozen or so front-line civil ministers seem to be idle all day long and have nothing to do, and they are used to accompany the emperor to study. No, it's even more miserable than a read. After all, if you are a waiter or something, you will have the opportunity to sit and drink tea and eat some snacks. The hateful little eunuch who was born had to send some exquisite snacks from time to time, dried fruit preserves, and the like.

Just when the vast majority of people thought that they were going to accompany the emperor for half a day today. Han Huang, the left capital of the Inspectorate, who had always been old and dizzy, took a step forward with trembling and faint steps, and knelt down. coughed a few times, and shouted in that old voice: "Your Majesty, the old minister has a folded play." With that, he took out a fold from his bosom and handed it over his head with both hands.

Shen Yijun and the like showed sympathy for him. Although they are weak, they are still slightly younger, and they are also tired and half dead after standing for half a day. But it is better than Han Huang, who is already sixty or seventy years old, has always been drunk, and does not like to talk. They all figured in their hearts, could it be that this old man who was like nothing couldn't stand it anymore, and deliberately knelt down to catch his breath? However, this is also a futile measure, there have been several people who have done this before, but the emperor has not paid attention to it.

However, Yan Yu, the head of the cabinet who had also never spoken, had a complicated look in his dull eyes. But soon, he drooped his eyelids again and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Oh? Let's flatten down first. Zhao Zhe put down the history book and looked at Han Huang with some curiosity on his face. waved to Xiao Duozi and said, "Han Qing's family is rare to have a folded performance?" Go and show me it. That's right, little tiger. Move Han Qing's house and make some tea. ”

"Thank you for your grace." Han Huang got up slowly after Xiao Duozi stepped forward to support him. Ignoring the envious eyes of his colleagues, he sat down on the stool and drank tea. In a pair of old eyes, there was chaos, as if there was no brilliance.

"Let me guess, does Han Qing's family want to tell the old man and return to his hometown?" Zhao Zhe smiled and said a cold joke to himself, and took the fold that Xiao Duozi had taken. Attitude casually open and take a look.

Many people present also estimated that Han Huang was deliberately looking for something to come out, and the inspectorate had something to do? Maybe he just wanted to remind the emperor that he was old and couldn't stand up. In particular, it seems that this Han Huang is still the teacher of the current national abbot, and he can be regarded as the elder of the queen's mother. Rely on some dough to save yourself from this unwarranted disaster.

Just when most of the people except Yan Yu looked relaxed, Zhao Zhe's face gradually became serious. frowned, and the whole lazy sitting posture also became straight. The more I looked at the fold, the more my face turned a little blue.

Shen Yijun looked at his face, and found that the emperor's face was slightly ugly. I couldn't help but curse in my heart, what did Han Huang, a bad old man, write in the fold? All of a sudden, the emperor seemed to be a little annoyed. Don't come out and annoy the emperor. In the future, it will not be a "penalty station" for half a day, and I can't say that I will take it all in the morning. It's all to blame on Lao Wei, it was obviously him who made the emperor angry last time.

"Ridiculous!"

"Bang!" Zhao Zhe shouted angrily. slapped the desk hard, and the yellow rosewood desk was also slapped loudly, and the fine blue and white porcelain teacup was shaken over. Tumbling to the ground with a crunch. Let all the people mention in mid-air at once. It seems that the emperor Long Yan was furious.

"Please calm the emperor's anger." Yan Yu, who was the first to react, knelt down.

The rest of the people also knelt down one by one, begging the emperor to calm his anger.

"It makes no sense." Zhao Zhe threw the fold to the bottom of the hall, his face was pale and he snorted coldly: "You and others are the ministers of the humerus of the imperial court and the pillars of the country. Show me one by one. Is this world still the world where Taizu vowed to give the people a piece of land to live and work in peace and contentment? ”

Shen Yijun was the closest to the fold, and the speed that did not match his fat figure snatched it first, and quickly flipped through it. But his face was strange, staring at Wei Minghua, as if he was looking at a dead person. Instead, he handed the fold to the others. After reading them one by one, they just glanced at Wei Minghua, lowered their heads and remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

Wei Minghua, the secretary of the Criminal Department, can mix up to this day, and he can't be a simple-minded person. From the slight look in the eyes of his colleague, he guessed that this fold seemed to be extremely unfavorable to himself. I thought of it again, the first time I was at the small court meeting, my careful thoughts seemed to be keenly noticed by the emperor. And the emperor has endured it for so long, and he still calls him Wei Aiqing and Wei Qing's family affectionately every day. originally thought that the emperor was just losing his temper, and arresting them to stand guard every day can be regarded as a little tantrum.

He is a smart man, and he knows that the emperor has endured it for so long, and if he doesn't move, he will never be able to keep his official position. Unconsciously his face was a little pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead were dripping down drop by drop. Today's emperor seems to be different from the previous one, and it has become intangible, incomprehensible.

Wei Minghua raised his head tremblingly, glanced at Zhao Zhe's face that seemed to be in a very shocked and angry state, and his heart was cold. Some asked for help, and looked at Yan Yu, who was looking at the excerpt with an expressionless face. Who would have thought, after Yan Yu finished reading it, he still lowered his eyelids and didn't say a word. It's just an arm, but it's trembling slightly.

"Wei Minghua. I remember that you were the Tanhualang in the five years of the first emperor, and you were highly valued by the first emperor, and you were repeatedly promoted unusually. To this day, he has long been a veteran of the imperial court and a pillar of the country. Zhao Zhe looked distressed and angry: "As a descendant of a sage, you are in charge of the head of the world's criminal name." It should be an example for the words and deeds of the people of the world. I have always respected your literary character. But I never thought that alas, you really let me, how can I say you. ”

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