"Ministers, ministers are afraid, Your Majesty forgives your sins!"

At the same time as these words came out, the military department Shangshu decisively bent his knees and knelt down to grab the ground with his head, and a series of movements were done like flowing water, smooth and skillful.

Looking from behind, the cold sweat on his head is comparable to the embankment that opens the gate to release water.

For a moment, the hall fell into a deathly silence again.

The civil and military ministers, who always quarrel with their faces and thick necks because of some trivial things, suddenly became a tacit understanding at this moment, as if they instantly became brothers who grew up wearing a pair of pants.

One by one, their heads hung silently, and their eyes were nailed to the threshold of the main hall with anxiety.

I don't know when a new messenger will appear again, but once it does, it will inevitably bring new and worse news, no matter how bad it is, and no one here can afford it on his own.

The young man sat still, and even his two eyelashes were as steady as Mount Tai, and his voice became more and more cold and low.

"I asked you to tell you how to fight, and I didn't want you to go into battle in person, what are you afraid of? Get up and speak. ”

Lord Shangshu swallowed his saliva in a gloomy manner, the two trembled, and after a while, he barely raised his head a little,

"Your Majesty...... For the sake of the day, uh..... Give the minister a little more time, and the minister will go back to the military department to discuss matters, and he must give the emperor an answer before tomorrow morning, otherwise the minister will come to see ......."

"Lord Shangshu might as well tell the leader of the thieves about this, and then discuss with them if they can wait until tomorrow to rebel. If they agree, I will take your head right now, without saying anything. ”

Song Yuxun narrowed his eyes, and a trace of uncertainty passed under his eyes.

Seeing that the emperor was about to be angry, the secretary of the military department trembled into a sifted chaff full of holes, "the minister was terrified......

"I called you here for deliberation, not to hear you say that you are not afraid."

The military department Shangshu put his hands on the ground, hated to sharpen his head, pierced the black gold stone bricks on the ground of the main hall, and completely buried it in the soil, trembling for a long time and not daring to speak.

"As the secretary of the military department, you can't even say a useful word at a critical time, I think you should be scared." Song Yuxun's face was as cold as the middle of winter, and he waved his hand and said, "Go and kneel outside the hall, sober up." ”

In this situation, kneeling is far from a punishment.

The military department Shangshu then kowtowed very neatly to thank him, rolled with a stomach full of trepidation, and then knelt down without saying a word.

He was in a cold sweat in the hall, and now he was blown by the wind outside, and he couldn't help but shiver fiercely.

After the trembling was over, the already unclear brain turned into a lively paste.

The young man's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his condescending gaze slowly wandered around, and he looked at the courtiers who were infinitely gracious and tolerant on weekdays, and then lowered his voice a few inches and said,

"Ladies and gentlemen, whoever has any way, you can speak freely, whether it is feasible or not, I will be innocent of you."

As soon as these words came out, everyone buried their heads a few inches lower, and no one dared to raise their heads.

Although the emperor is still an old god, the irrepressible restlessness and worry still penetrate his eyebrows and eyes, and his edge is revealed.

Seeing that the young Tianzi, who has always been as gentle as jade, even said dirty words, at this juncture, let alone speak freely, even if he said a few words, few people dared.

It's not hard to speak, it's not hard to say beautiful things, but it's not that easy to tell the truth.

Now it is obvious that what the emperor wants to hear must be the truth, but who dares to tell the real truth?

The displaced people rioted, the garrison defected, and the Imperial Forest Army could not count on it.

If it really gets to the point that there is no one to command, the garrison is completely annihilated, and the enemy is at present, only the two teams of the Xuanjia Battalion and the Anding Army will be left who can barely stand up as pillars.

These two teams are the weapons of the country, and if they are sent out at will, they can use one as ten, and it is natural to suppress a group of rabble.

Although no one dares to make a judgment on the exact time when the thieves will be able to rehabilitate, there is still no big problem in controlling the current situation so that it will not get out of the way.

But what can they think of as a group of mediocre fools, could it be that the emperor can't think of it?

The emperor thought of it, but he didn't speak immediately, but asked for advice again and again, indicating that he was hesitating.

And the reason why he hesitates is that it is difficult for people to control their thoughts and not diverge from some unpleasant rumors.

Today's Son of Heaven originally ascended the throne in a hurry in troubled times, and the rivers and mountains were barely pieced together, and everything seemed absurd and magical.

Compared with the one on the dragon chair now, no matter from which point of view, the one who really bowed to the battlefield, fought bloodily, and regained the lost territory back then is more natural to be the emperor.

No matter how bad it is, there is still the treacherous Hou Ye named Anding, who is watching behind his back.

But these two didn't know what kind of thoughts they were thinking, and they fought bloodily to the end, but they watched the eldest son of the former emperor, who was elegant and weak, ascended to the supreme position.

This may seem absurd, but when you think about it, it doesn't necessarily make no sense.

After all, having the supreme position in hand does not mean that the power must be in hand.

Their emperor is notoriously in poor health, and his hands are slender and warm, and at most he can hold a pen. Although they can't see it, sometimes they can't help but secretly wonder, does the emperor really have the strength to hold the jade seal?

Or, does he really have the ability to get the jade seal?

Whether it is a sincere coronation of the true monarch, or a ghost in his heart and a vain attempt to accuse behind the scenes.

Is it the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind, or is it brotherhood and brotherhood.

There have been too many rumors about the secret battle between the king of Zhennan and the marquis of Anding, and the discussion heard by the government and the opposition is very annoying. Today, the gossip that was once used for entertainment after tea and dinner has broken through the ground again, and the wide branches have quietly opened.

However, some things can only stop at thinking.

They are courtiers, and if they sound good, they are the deputies who assist the emperor, and if they don't sound good, they are a row of pens under the emperor.

As pen sticks who can speak and breathe, they have the right to think about things at most, but they must not have the courage to tell all their true thoughts.

Born in the royal family of Zhong Ming Dingshi, there is no shortage of gold, silver, jewelry and silk brocade, and the most lacking thing is true feelings.

Adhering to the principle of giving priority to open and secret fighting, and blood and family affection secondary, according to the experience of various dynasties and generations throughout the ages, the words of brothers working together to break gold simply cannot withstand the slightest scrutiny.

Although on weekdays, whether it is His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan or His Majesty, when he sees the Marquis of Anding, he will call him Uncle Huang with a smile on his face, but that title is as light as a feather, and it is just a matter of moving his mouth, what true feelings can be moved under his mouth?

I'm afraid no one knows what the three of them thought when they wiped their faces and returned to their respective homes.

The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and the royal family affection is as cold as frost.

There are two elites, and there is only one royal city, surrounded by a tall and deep courtyard wall, surrounded by a golden and fragile palace.

It's really easy to defend and hard to attack.

If one or two of the Xuanjia battalion or one or two of the Anding Army really have any different intentions, only one side has just left the gate of the royal city with its front foot, and the one that stays behind will definitely take advantage of the chaos to make a move.

At that time, internal and external troubles, coupled with no resistance, it will be easy to commit a rebellion and usurp power, who can protect the safety of the royal city?

This country has only barely stabilized for a few years, and is it going to be turbulent again?

The courtiers were even more uneasy for a while, carrying a belly up and down, and they didn't dare to whisper, all of them were full of bitterness and hatred, and the hall was as quiet as a mourning hall after a funeral.