But no.

The old minister's lips trembled, and his towering cheekbones pushed a pair of chaotic eyes into a hollow.

His eyes finally slowly fell on the body of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan - this is the student he watched grow up, but he is also the Royal Highness of the Crown Prince personally established by the first emperor when he was there, and he is the general who regained the lost territory and single-handedly established the current Tai'an Kang.

Usually in the court, he is the most unruly, he has always wanted to go to the court, and when he doesn't want to go to the court, he will throw his sleeves and leave, and he will not take leave.

But he is also the most self-contained, no matter how big or small the matter, even if the civil and military officials are arguing, he hardly speaks out.

Even in private, I didn't hear much of him deliberately wooing the courtier, and he didn't even use his position to seek personal gain, at most he just said a few more words to the old scholar of the Ministry of Rites.

However, it is such a person, if he doesn't open his mouth, he will cause an uproar as soon as he opens his mouth.

The old minister trembled for a while, and looked at the young son of heaven on the dragon chair with the last bit of hope - fortunately, the first emperor was very far-sighted, and gave birth to such a gentle and humble prince in advance.

If the first person to be born was His Royal Highness the Prince, who had a calm face and a sharp tongue, then it would be a matter of time before the country was not guaranteed.

Fortunately, God has eyes, knowing that the first emperor was handsome and dedicated, and the first emperor was not thin, and he actually blessed the eldest son of the emperor who was delicate and frail to survive the chaotic times, so that the first emperor could be a little relieved from time to time under the nine springs.

He thinks that although he is not a relative of the emperor or a princely general, he is also a person who served from the side of the first emperor.

If they still have such a conscience, they should not show disrespect.

However, it turns out that on the side of the royal monarch, it is impossible to have no affection, but the affection of favoring one over the other is not omnipotent.

The master shook off his arm and held him weakly, and his voice trembled like a woman from a good family who had just met Dengzi and was despised by the official who had come to the yamen to report to the official.

"Your Majesty, old minister—"

"Master, I don't need to say it, I have my own decision."

Song Yuxun waved his hand, and in just a few words, he wrapped the grievances in his chest that he had not yet had time to speak, along with grief and indignation, and threw them back.

He turned his head and said, "The night is heavy and the incident happened suddenly, I shouldn't have bothered the master, but I was out of mind." ”

After speaking, he explained to the little servant beside him, "Please go to the warm pavilion to sit and rest first, and tell someone to prepare the car, and send the master back to the house later." ”

The little guy answered softly, and quietly glanced at the little guy farther away.

After Song Yuxun's words landed, it may be a bit too much to describe the entire hall as the trace of thousands of people, but there must be silence.

His Majesty didn't have to open his mouth to warn again, and at the same time he was extremely tactful, he had already made it very clear that you all had wide eyes and watched carefully, and whoever dared to talk nonsense in vain and try to disrupt the government would end up the same.

The saint is determined to give his younger brother an open back door, and His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan also goes very naturally, and even quite openly, as if no one's face is going to be seen, and no one needs to give face.

Anyway, he didn't care if he would make thousands of enemies - he was holding the Xuanjia camp in his hand, and he was the emperor's closest brother, as long as he didn't hold the cold iron sword on the emperor's neck under the blue sky and white sun, no one could move him.

Not only can't it be moved, but it can't be said.

Everyone knew it, but they didn't dare to announce it.

The old minister has some affection with the emperor, and some unpleasant words have not had time to be spoken, so he is finally guilty of not death, so he can get such treatment.

And among these civil and military officials, few of them dare to agree that the emperor has such a relationship.

If they dare to do the same thing in front of the emperor, I am afraid that the emperor will not have the patience to clean up the warm pavilion, but will invite them to cool off on the haystack of the cell.

In addition, the living experience of the military department is still lingering in front of him, so the adults who were still a little moving fell into a death-like silence again.

One of the most typical manifestations is the transformation from a noisy frog in the hot summer evening to a winter bird that is stunned in a cold winter.

When the old minister heard the emperor's polite expulsion order to the extreme, his heart was as cold as ice, and he glanced at His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who still had no change in face and outstanding demeanor, and followed the little guy to the warm pavilion to feel the "like sitting on pins and needles" of the holy reward without saying a word.

The Jinluan Hall was silent, and the ministers carefully carried their little ghost thoughts that could not be put on the table, and their faces were dumb and silent.

Sending away this old master, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, Song Yuxun waved his hand to the military department Shangshu, who was still kneeling in the center of the main hall, as if he was at a loss, "Do according to the instructions of King Zhennan, go down." ”

Anyway, this time the emperor didn't open his mouth and ask him to get out, which is also a good sign to some extent.

The military department Shangshu then thanked the holy grace gratefully, glanced at His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan gratefully, and ran away even more gratefully.

At the end, Song Yuxun turned his head and asked, "Why hasn't Uncle Huang's reply arrived yet?" What about the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Officials? ”

There was silence below.

Seeing that His Majesty was about to attack again, a black veil slowly appeared from the pile of black-pressed courtiers, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, Lord Shangshu sent someone to go, and he hasn't come back yet." ”

He didn't dare to look up, only to hear the emperor slap on half of the dragon chair, "A bunch of waste!" ”

It seems that it is really urgent.

Seeing that His Majesty was so anxious that he didn't even shy away from saying foul words in the market, the ministers shuddered fiercely again.

Only His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan still did not change his face, and as if no one was around, he stepped forward and arched his hand again, "Brother Huang is angry." Originally, the younger brother was about to talk about this, but the emperor's uncle was unwell, so he didn't send him and let him recuperate in another courtyard for a while. The dragons can't be without a leader, if the royal brother can't find a suitable candidate......"

Song Yuxun was stunned for a moment, but it was really only a short moment, he immediately came back to his senses, and his face changed suddenly, "Xiaochen, you ......"

"Brother Dare to ask the royal brother to be the commander of the courtier."

The words that the young son of heaven had time to say in the future choked behind his lips and teeth, turned into a hard fish bone, stuck tightly in his throat, and couldn't swallow.

Seeing that the people who dared to rely on the old and talk the most had been pushed back, the adults who couldn't remember what they could rely on were no longer silent.

They are the same as the paralyzed faces, playing the role of wooden men who can't speak or move.

Song Yuxun lowered his eyes, and met the cold and calm gaze of his younger brother through the shaky Twelve Yu Emperor Crown, and in an instant, the cold air in front of him turned into a thousand words, which was not enough to encompass one of them.

After a moment, he retracted his gaze, and all the complicated expressions brushed over the corners of his eyes, turning into a faint red.