"Enough!"

Seeing that the two sides were making trouble and were about to start, Wen Hu shook the scene with an angry shout, and glanced at the courtiers who were blushing with red faces, and then bowed to Wen Yong and said, "Your Majesty, please Mingjian!" ”

It's good that Wen Hu doesn't bow down, nearly half of the generals who originally watched the play fell down this time, and said in a voice like thunder: "Please Your Majesty Mingjian!" ”

Wen Yong's hand hidden under the emperor's case was tight, this was simply forcing the palace, looking at the appearance of this group of five big and three thick generals staring at him with wide eyes, as if he was going to pounce on him at any time and tear himself apart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yong muttered in his heart, this plot is not right, what is Wen Hu's plan to oppose the amnesty of the world? Just to attack the prestige of my little emperor and make the world think that I am not benevolent? I can't do it!

Looking at the two factions of courtiers who were clearly distinguished, Wen Yong said secretly, either to show me his muscles, or to distinguish between the enemy and me like Zhao Gao pointed to the deer as a horse?

No matter what, Wen Hu's military power is in his hands, and his power is overwhelming, and Wen Yong sees it very clearly, if he wants to be stable in this position, he can't confront him in public.

To be the emperor under the hands of the ministers, the first thing is to pretend to be a faint king, you just have the final say in everything, I am obedient and obedient, Liu Chan is the representative. But it's difficult to pretend to be a faint monarch for the rest of your life, you can't have too much contact with the courtiers, and you eat and drink obediently every day and wait for death, until Wen Hu completely takes power and abolishes himself.

Wen Yong didn't want to be a faint gentleman waiting for death, but he didn't want to stimulate Wen Hu and make him take precautions, so he had a plan in his heart. If you can't pretend to be obedient and be at the mercy of it, then retreat to the next best thing, and pretend to be a willful and reckless faint king, although it will also make Wen Hu unhappy, but it will not be jealous.

With a plan, Wen Yongli stood up, made a move that shocked the ministers, threw the heavy crown on his head to the ground, and said childishly: "Da Sima, this emperor is annoyed, I won't do it!" ”

That's okay, today the emperor was forced to abdicate by the ministers as soon as he ascended the throne, isn't this Great Zhou a joke of the world, and the history books will definitely write that so-and-so rebels, without a son of heaven, coerced the monarch to abdicate.

This joke became bigger, and the ranking courtiers immediately bowed down and said: "Your Majesty must not!" ”

Wen Hu immediately picked up the crown, and tried to accompany him with a smile: "Your Majesty inherits the weight of the temple, and you are tied to the world, so you can't do it easily." ”

The child emperor also has the privilege of the child emperor, that is, to play Laipi anytime and anywhere, since it can't be solved, then don't solve it, just force the courtiers to give in, Wen Yong pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Da Sima, this emperor is not fun at all!" I don't want to do it. ”

Li Yuzhen, the prime minister of the current dynasty, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, saw that the court was in chaos, and finally came out and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry about these trivial matters. ”

Wen Yong was curious: "What is the best way for the prime minister?" ”

Li Yuzhen said slowly: "Amnesty is the ancestral system in the world, and it cannot be disobeyed, but there is a mixture of treachery and evil in the prison, and it cannot be generalized, so let Luo Shangshu of the Criminal Department carefully screen it and choose the lesser one." It shows His Majesty's benevolence, and does not condone adultery. ”

Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, and Li Yunzhen, a third-generation veteran, has long been grinding his hands and put forward a suggestion that he should not be offended.

"That's a good idea."

Wen Yong took the crown from Wen Hu's hand and asked, "What do you Aiqing think?" ”

This is the best result, Chen Cheng didn't seem to be very satisfied, but because of Wen Yong's threat to throw away the crown at any time, he could only pinch his nose and admit this result aggrievedly. Wen Hu seemed to be very satisfied with this.

"The ministers seconded it!"

"Well, it's hard Luo Aiqing, retreat."

Wen Yong waved his hand and decided on this.

……

After retreating, a guard in gold armor secretly followed Wen Hu's frame.

Wen Hu closed his eyes in the car and said slowly: "Hui'er, why did you leave your post without permission?" ”

Wen Hui said with some resentment: "Father, you have already mastered most of the military power of the Great Zhou, why do you still bow down to that yellow-mouthed child?" ”

Wen Huhu's eyes flashed, and he scolded angrily: "Rebel, how dare you speak wildly!" ”

The tiger is old and majestic, Wen Hu is angry, and Wen Hui is so frightened that he trembles.

Seeing his son's useless posture, Wen Hu only felt blocked in his heart, no matter how powerful and heroic he was in his life, how could he be so useless when he gave birth to a son, if he returned to old age in a hundred years, how should his bloodline continue.

has always been his only son, Wen Hu couldn't bear to be harsh, and slowed down his tone and said: "You also said that my Wen family only has half of the military power, and there are many hostile forces above the court, so I almost let them release Yang Jian's old guy today." Besides, Li Yunzhen's old guy is deeply hidden, his intentions are unclear, and he can't act rashly. ”

Wen Hui saw that his father was angry, so he skipped the matter and didn't mention it, and after a while, he magnified his courage and complained: "Father, you are the big Sima, why do you give your son this guard job as the head of the royal forest." ”

"Stupid!"

With a scolding, the nameless fire rushed to his heart again, and Wen Hu suppressed his temperament and said: "The Imperial Forest Supervisor is the barrier of the palace, the closest to the emperor's position!" You want to firmly control the lifeblood of the palace in our own hands, and see for me who the emperor has contacted and what he has done? Do you understand? ”

Seeing his father scolding and getting angry, Wen Hui shrunk his neck and didn't dare to respond.

Only in front of this son would Wen Hu be so angry, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's it, you go back and take up your job." ”

"It's Father!"

When the frame turned into a remote alley, Wen Hui got off the frame tremblingly and walked towards the direction of the palace with his head down.

……

A court meeting made Wen Yong see the turbulent dark tide under the court, and if he wanted to live well in this era, Wen Yong must first sort out the relations between the Qing Dynasty and China.

The guards, palace maids, and eunuchs around him don't know who is loyal and who is traitorous, so it's not good to ask rashly. Looking at the history books, you can get a general idea of the situation, but some subtle history books must be rough, and there are also the so-called Spring and Autumn brushwork, the reference to the situation in the court is really limited, thinking of this, Wen Yong couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, the eunuch who followed closely behind him kept writing and drawing something in his hands.

Wen Yong asked, "Who is that, what do you write?" ”

The eunuch immediately knelt down and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the slave Xiao Xizi is in charge of Your Majesty's living notes." ”

Wen Yong stretched out his hand and said, "Living note? Show me. ”

Xiao Xizi immediately protected the living note and said: "Your Majesty can't, there is an ancestral system, Your Majesty can't read the living note, otherwise the slave will die!" ”

Wen Yong didn't want to embarrass the little eunuch too much, so he asked, "Where is the living note of the first emperor?" ”

Xiao Xizi replied: "The living notes of the Son of Heaven in the past dynasties will be fiefdomed in the Museum of Culture and History, and there will be special historians to keep them. ”

Wen Yong was overjoyed and said, "Go, take me quickly." ”

"Your Majesty."

As long as the emperor doesn't turn over the living note in his hand, Xiao Xizi will naturally agree. As for how the Museum of Culture and History responds to His Majesty, that's their business, and what does it have to do with themselves.