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Chapter 86: Public Opinion

Three days later, the imperial capital.

The sun had just risen, and the court was already full of courtiers wearing official hats. And the general of the White Tiger Army, Murong Shan, seemed to have heard something and came to the court again.

The emperor was sitting on the dragon chair on the top seat, glanced at the cold-eyed Murong Shan, waved his hand lightly, and motioned to the eunuch next to him.

The eunuch nodded slightly, and shouted in a thin voice: "There is a book to play, and there is no book to retreat!"

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Shan took the lead in standing up and said: "I heard that the special envoy sent by Your Majesty to Huai'an Mansion to investigate the cause of Situ Zheng's death has returned, please ask Your Majesty to call him up and inquire about it." ”

"Oh, he's back so soon, and that's pretty fast, Xuan!"

"Xuan Wupin Da Nei walks, Xue Pan, go to the palace to ask!"

The sharp voice rose again, and Xue Pan, who was already waiting outside, limped up with a face swollen like a pig's head.

When the ministers of the palace saw this, they couldn't help but be surprised.

What's wrong with this Xue Gonggong, it seems that he was beaten, but this is impossible. The dignified envoy of the emperor, who dares to beat him?

When the emperor saw him like a pig, he almost didn't recognize him, and he also said with a strange face: "Xue Pan, what's wrong with you?

"Your Majesty!"

As if he had seen his own father, as soon as Xue Pan saw the emperor's puzzled face, he wept bitterly and bowed down, and wailed: "You have to be the master of the slaves." Yang Feng, president of the Huai'an Chamber of Commerce, is simply bold. He dared to ignore His Majesty's majesty, beat his minions, and commit deception. If it is not severely punished, where is the majesty of Your Majesty?"

What, you dare to hit the Holy Envoy?

What is the origin of this Yang Feng, what a big dog guts!

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was indignant and chaotic, and then the minister of the Ministry of Etiquette stood up with righteous indignation: "Your Majesty, this kind of people are really unforgivable, I hope Your Majesty will punish them severely, otherwise where is the prestige of the king?"

"I hope Your Majesty will punish you severely!"

As soon as the words fell, all the officials bowed in unison.

Seeing this, Xue Pan unconsciously crossed the corner of his mouth with an evil smile.

Yang Feng, you are just waiting for the whole door to be slashed, you dare to hit our family, this is the end, hum!

Murong Shan didn't care whether a eunuch was beaten or not, he just stared at him coldly and said, "Xue Pan, Your Majesty sent you to investigate the killing of Situ Zheng, the head of Huai'an Mansion, did you find any clues?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about telling Your Majesty about this!"

A word woke up the person in the dream, and Xue Pan couldn't wait to give Yang Feng, who was already about to be beheaded, and lit a fire again: "Your Majesty, the slave has found out clearly, that Situ Zheng, the master of Huai'an Mansion, did not die in the mouth of the demon beast, but the new president of the Huai'an Chamber of Commerce, Yang Feng, killed!"

What, he's him again?

Hearing his return, the ministers present couldn't help but be shocked again.

Who is this Yang Feng, why do you do this kind of death?

first killed the imperial court officials, and then beat His Majesty's envoy, he didn't know how to restrain at all, did he really not know how to write dead characters?

"Your Majesty, if you don't kill such villains, it's not enough for the people to be angry. ”

"Your Majesty, this son is so rebellious, it's not a pity to die a thousand times!"

"I hope Your Majesty will punish you severely!"

Those ministers admonished again, and Murong Mountain stepped forward, bowed down and said, "Your Majesty, since your envoy has found out the truth, please use the laws of the Wind and Thunder Empire to severely punish you!"

Listening to the advice of these adults, Xue Pan's heart was about to burst into laughter.

Prime Minister Wang stood at the head of the queue on the side, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating, deaf to his ears and not moving.

The emperor glanced at everyone present, but was also silent, and did not make a decision immediately.

But at this moment, a shrill announcement sounded outside the court: "Tianfeng Academy Combat Skill Instructor, Ye Jianfei asks to see!"

"Xuan!"

The emperor spoke lightly, and the eunuchs beside him shouted again, and Ye Jianfei walked up to the court hall with a gentle pace, bowed down and said, "Tianfeng Academy, combat skill instructor, Ye Jianfei, meet Your Majesty." ”

"Master Ye doesn't have to be formal, I don't know why I suddenly came to see me today?"

"Entrusted by someone, bring something to Your Majesty, please take a look at Your Majesty!"

Smiling slightly, Ye Jianfei waved his hand directly, and the ring in his hand suddenly emitted a bright light, and then he saw that the entire court was suddenly stuffed with rolls of bloody cloth, and even those court ministers couldn't stand still.

When the emperor saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master Ye, this is ......"

The rest of the ministers also knew about the rate, and they didn't know what Ye Jianfei had brought.

The corners of his mouth crossed a mysterious arc, Ye Jianfei bowed to the emperor, and said firmly: "This is the post of millions of people in the capital of Huai'an Mansion, asking Your Majesty to show mercy to the new president of Huai'an Chamber of Commerce, Yang Feng, extrajudicially." ”

"What, Wanminti?"

As soon as these words came out, the ministers of the court were shocked.

Wanmin post represents the will of the people, is the biggest voice from the people, generally there are major grievances will all the people cry out together.

Even the emperor can't ignore the weight of this, otherwise he will be a faint king.

No emperor wants to be a faint king, and no emperor can despise the demands of the people.

But what kind of virtue can this Yang Feng do, so that millions of people can jointly redress his grievances.

For a while, the ministers who had just shouted that they were going to severely punish Yang Feng couldn't help but be dumb and silent. It seems that there is a problem in the middle, and it is really not appropriate to speak casually.

That Xue Pan is face changed greatly, how could he have thought that the president of the Chamber of Commerce, who had just taken office not long ago, would have such great prestige and could unite millions of people and sign this ten thousand people's post.

The point is, he was able to ask the tutor of the Heavenly Wind Academy to send it to him.

You must know that the status of Tianfeng Academy in the empire is very important. More than half of the members of the imperial court came from that academy, and the emperor had to give three points of thin noodles.

If he had known that Yang Feng had such a close connection with Tianfeng Academy, he Xue Pan would not have made things so stiff.

Now that it is difficult to ride a tiger, Xue Pan can only go all the way to the black, gritting his teeth and saying: "Your Majesty, this Wanmin Post must be fake, you can't believe it." ”

"Verify!"

With a shush in his eyes, the emperor shouted lightly.

The eunuch beside him nodded slightly, and immediately went down to deliver the decree, and after a while, an old man of about fifty walked up to the palace, bowed to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, what is your will?"

"Master He, identify this Wanmin Post!"

"Yes!"

Master He nodded fixedly, and immediately waved his finger to point at these bloody strips of cloth.

Suddenly, the blood on the cloth was boiling, flying in the air like red ghosts, and the shouts resounded throughout the hall one after another.

"Save President Yang, save President Yang......"

When the ministers of the palace heard these sounds, their ears were almost deafened.

As soon as Master He waved his sleeves, he immediately withdrew the spell, bowed down and said: "Your Majesty, every word on this Wanmin post represents a person's spiritual sense, which is as much as one million, and it is genuine. In particular, each of these words is written by the writer's own blood, so the mood is even more high-pitched. So that the voices in the words have spread, the old man has never seen such a passionate Wanmin post, how can it be fake?"