Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Wind and the Rain

"Wechen doesn't dare."

Ning Chang hurriedly arched his hand, with a slight shy smile on his face. Seeing that He Ge Lao straightened up a little stiff slightly, he gently took a few steps back and stood aside.

"Young people will inevitably have some quarrels, which one is the insulted Jinshi or the same Jinshi? It's just a matter of reconciliation, where is it worth the resignation of the elder. ”

The emperor yawned and said to the elder of the He Pavilion.

"Neither Jinshi nor Tongjinshi, but ......"

He Ge Lao looked embarrassed and didn't dare to answer.

"Could it be the champion of this department-Lord Xiao Ning?"

Seeing this, the emperor laughed casually.

Ning Chang, who was standing on the side, was slightly stunned, his face was a little shy, but he was still upright.

"Yes...... Lord Lu's third son, Lu Jiu. ”

"Oh?"

The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's the Gongsheng who was cut off by thieves on the day of the release of the list, and he didn't participate in the palace exam."

The big eunuch next to him, Long Yu, saw that the emperor's face was still a little puzzled, so he stepped forward, covered his mouth with his sleeve, and whispered.

The emperor's face became gloomy, and he scolded: "Nonsense! ”

Standing in the middle of the main hall, He Ge Lao suddenly burst into tears again.

"The old minister knows his mistake, please punish the emperor."

"Your grandson is too naughty, he should be taught well."

Emperor Dayan stared at him like substance, and his tone was gloomy.

"Where is he now? Pass him into the palace. ”

"Back to the emperor, he is far away...... He couldn't get into the palace. ”

He Ge Lao's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he replied tremblingly.

"Why?"

The emperor's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't see clearly.

"He was wounded and still ...... Unconscious. ”

He Ge leaned forward, and his tone was a little sad and helpless.

"Be clear."

Emperor Dayan was slightly impatient, and reprimanded.

However, before He Ge Lao could open his mouth, Lu Yushi, who had been silent next to him, suddenly stepped out and bowed deeply in the direction of the dragon chair.

"Minister, guilty."

"How can Lord Lu be guilty?"

Seeing this, the emperor was slightly stunned.

"Lu Zhen, the minister's child, committed murder on the street, and it was He Ge Lao's grandson who was injured."

Lu Yushi maintained a posture, hanging his head and not seeing his expression clearly.

"It's really hilarious!"

The emperor suddenly laughed angrily, slapped the dragon chair suddenly, and said angrily.

With the emperor's beat, the wind suddenly blew outside the hall, whirring. The clouds were lowered, and the sky became more gloomy and terrifying.

A gust of wind blew into the palace, and the official robes of the ministers suddenly rattled, and the eunuchs hurriedly rushed away, hurriedly closing the door of the main hall.

"We're ashamed of the saint."

There was chaos around him, but Lu Yushi seemed to be isolated from the outside world, still holding on deeply, his tone heavy and guilty.

"You are really my good courtiers."

When the emperor saw this scene, he was even more angry, so he sneered at Lu Yushi, "Call your little son into the palace, don't tell me that he is bedridden too!" ”

"Back to the emperor, Lu Heng, the second son of Weichen, sent the rebel son to prison yesterday, and he will only wait for the grandson of He Ge Lao to wake up and then check the book together, and wait for the government to deal with it."

Lu Yushi lowered his eyes and replied softly.

…………

Outside the main hall.

A dazzling white light flashed in the gloomy sky, tearing open a crack in the thick dark clouds. This was followed by a loud "boom", and the thunder suddenly exploded in people's ears.

Suddenly, bean-sized raindrops poured down from the sky, mixed with dazzling lightning and earth-shattering thunder, which was terrifying.

The two vermilion doors of the main hall were tightly closed, so that it was impossible to see the scene inside or hear the sound inside.

Not far away, on the three-layer white marble pedestal in front of the main hall, the trickle of water formed by heavy rain flows out from the mouth of thousands of stone carved dragon heads, and the thousand dragons spit out water, which is magnificent.

At this time, the wind and rain are fierce.