What the ministers were thinking in their hearts, it was naturally impossible for Sima Zhao to know.

If Sima Zhao knew at this time that not only did they not help him think about how to hold the enthronement ceremony justifiably, but also thought about how to curry favor with his enemy force, Princess An Ning, then their lives would have to be handed over to this place today.

Therefore, when Sima Zhao asked like this, they naturally had to find some other reasons to answer.

It's a pity that although they are usually good friends and know each other well, they are still worse when it comes to tacit understanding.

Therefore, the reasons given by each of them are all different.

Not only is it different, but it is also strange and absurd-

"I'm wondering who might be against Your Majesty now!"

"What the minister thinks is, why doesn't Your Majesty tell the funeral officials what he thinks?"

"Minister...... The minister is thinking, how does Your Majesty deal with the people in the harem? ”

"Minister...... Minister...... The minister was thinking, noon had passed. Why don't your Majesty go to dinner first and then discuss these things? ”

"You guys!" Sima Zhao listened to these ministers say one by one, but his face became darker and darker. His brows were already tightly furrowed, and the tails of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he looked like he was already full of anger.

He gritted his teeth and spent his whole life to hold back without gaffes, but just a sentence popped out of his mouth word by word,

"Oh, you, you, but, really, yes, I, yes, yes, yes, yes,

The ministers looked left and right, and felt a little embarrassed in their hearts, knowing that they had touched Sima Zhao's brows, so they all lowered their heads, pretending that nothing had happened.

But their appearance, in Sima Zhao's eyes, was a kind of passive confrontation, which made Sima Zhao even more angry.

"You also know that this is not a compliment to you, I thought that you were all ashamed, and you had to pretend to be stupid to the end!"

Sima Zhao had nowhere to vent his anger, and after venting part of his anger on these courtiers who he took the initiative to bump into, he could no longer suppress the majestic anger in his heart.

He paced left and right in the Xuanzheng Palace, flicked his arm behind his back, and the sleeves of his wide black court robe shook at a sharp angle.

"Do you think that you can discuss such an important matter directly with me here, just because of your negligible little cleverness? There are more smart people in this world, how many of you are missing?

The reason why I was able to choose a few of you is because of your temperament and your own nature. I know that you are my great ministers, my right-hand men, and that you are absolutely loyal to my great emperor and my supporters. You are the only ones who are not involved in the power struggle of this court.

In other words, I trust you.

But what about you? Is that how you treat me?

You've disappointed me! ”

"Your Majesty is angry!"

Sima Zhao's voice became louder and louder, and the words he spit out continued to echo in the Xuanzheng Palace.

After listening to Sima Zhao's words, several ministers in the palace didn't care what they thought in their hearts, but their faces were still full of shame.

They slammed their heads on the ground in unison, and pleaded with Sima Zhao in great trepidation.

Sima Zhao looked at the kneeling people with disappointed eyes, and for the first time wondered in his heart whether he really looked away at these people.

He waved his hand at these people a little weakly, telling them to leave the Xuanzheng Hall first.

A few ministers, you look at me, I look at you, and finally retreated with their heads down.

Sima Zhao still had some embers in his heart, and after several ministers left, he still took a few steps left and right in the hall.

When he saw the tea on the desk, he took a sip of it, but he didn't expect to be burned.

Sima Zhao spit out the tea in his mouth with a "bah", and threw the teacup in his hand out, and the teacup was instantly torn apart.

"Who poured water, poured water so hot, entered the palace for the first time to do the work of serving people!"

Sima Zhao was furious, and the Yellow Gate who was waiting in the hall knelt tremblingly, even the attendants were no exception.

At this time, from the entrance of the temple, a yellow door with a raw face came in, and his age did not look very old, and his face looked very immature.

I saw him kowtowing to Sima Zhao frantically, and there was a clear red mark on his forehead, and it looked like he was about to break his skin.

But whether it is this Huangmen or Sima Zhao, there is nothing to care about about this.

Huangmen kept begging for mercy, and his voice was already filled with crying, faintly accompanied by fear,

"Your Majesty's forgiveness, please forgive Your Majesty! The slave didn't mean it, the slave didn't know, the slave didn't know what was going on! ”

Sima Zhao looked condescendingly at this yellow door that kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and never spoke. His face was gloomy and compassionate, and he looked extremely terrifying, where was he still as gentle and kind as he usually was, like a spring breeze.

It wasn't until blood was seen on the head of this yellow door that Sima Zhao signaled for him to stop.

Then he moved his feet, condescendingly bent down, stretched out his hand to lift the head of this yellow door, looked at the yellow door with a young face in front of him, smiled and asked very softly:

"I look at you very raw, newcomer?"

Huang Men nodded tremblingly but widely.

"Ah, that's pathetic." Sima Zhao seemed to show a little pity on his face, and it seemed that he was very distressed about the yellow door in front of him, "I entered the palace at such a young age, and I was framed after entering the palace, tsk, it really makes people feel distressed." ”

Huang Men's eyes burst with a little hope, but the next second, his eyes turned into horror.

He began to struggle hard, but he couldn't break free from Sima Zhao's confinement no matter what.

He felt the pressure coming from his neck, and then it became more and more unbearable suffocation.

In a few moments, his hands hung limply, his eyes dilated, and he closed his breath forever.

Seeing that the Huang Men under his command were no longer struggling, Sima Zhao threw the body of the young Huang Men to the ground as if he had thrown away a useless object.

On his neck, there were extremely obvious red marks, but after a while, they turned to bruises, which looked extremely terrifying.

The blood on his forehead had already flowed down a bit because of the struggle just now, and it had already coagulated at the bridge of his nose.

Sima Zhao didn't look at it, took the handkerchief handed by the waiter, wiped his hand carefully, and then threw the handkerchief on the face of the yellow door on the ground, which had lost his life forever.

At this time, Sima Zhao's anger seemed to have calmed down.

He didn't look at it, and told the waiter to remember to dispose of this man's body for a while, and then said: "It's just a bunch of miscellaneous pieces, and they are also in a hurry to jump into this whirlpool, and if they don't deal with it, won't they live up to their kindness?" ”