Three days later, it dawned in the royal palace of Allah. A young attendant with a small wooden box hurried through the corridor to the door of King Allah's bedchamber.

'Dangdang' The young attendant knocked on the door of the temple, and with a squeak, the door opened, and an old attendant walked out. He glanced at the young attendant, and saw that the attendant was breathing rapidly, and although he was trying his best to control it, the old attendant could still hear it. And this servant is still sweating on his head, even if the weather is getting hot now, this early morning should not be like this.

This is where His Majesty the King lives, and you are a close attendant, and you are sweat everywhere, and people say that you have no rules, or that the teachings of the steward are okay. So, the old attendant frowned and said, "How many times have I taught you, what kind of system is it to be so flustered." ”

When the young attendant was said this, he first instinctively shrunk his neck, the rules of the palace are very strict, and if you make a slight mistake, you will be whipped, and these attendants have an instinctive fear of the person in charge. But this time the matter was too big, and although the young attendant was timid, he had not forgotten what was going on, and he stumbled back, "Out, something is wrong." ”

The old attendant rolled his eyelids and said unhurriedly, "What is a big matter, something that can be reported to His Majesty, which is not a big thing." Even if it's a big thing, you can't mess with the rules, and you must not be surprised. Besides, if something really happens, it's not something that a small servant can manage, so what are you nervous about. ”

The speechless young attendant shrunk his neck, quietly waiting for the old attendant in charge to finish his education. I had the opportunity to mumble things out in the ears of the old servant in charge. This is also the rule of the attendants, who never speak loudly, and always speak softly. Just now, the old servant also used a very low voice to educate his subordinates.

But this time, when the old attendant heard the report of the younger attendant, he suddenly failed to control it. After all, he is old, and his hands and feet are not as good as before, and when he suddenly heard such a big change, an old hand shook inadvertently, and the dust on his hand fell to the ground. The whisk was gilded, shiny, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This small 'dang long' sound is quite clear in this silent dormitory. The two attendants, one old and one young, were quiet because of this sound, which was a habit they had developed for a long time. Why did they whisper, wasn't it because they were afraid that they would make a noise with the king and commit the crime of driving in shock?

Sure enough, after a while, a voice came from inside the dormitory, "Who is outside, what happened?" The tone of the voice was not angry at all, and it didn't sound like an angry look. But a companion is like a tiger, who knows if he will be unlucky for some inexplicable reason in the next moment.

The young attendant was unable to say a word at this time, but fortunately the old attendant was not so timid, and he replied in a voice just enough for the people inside to hear, "It's the slave here." Then after a pause, seeing that there was no reply, the old attendant hunched over and ran into the dormitory.

When they came to King Allah's dragon bed, the elderly attendant whispered through the tent, "It is a great matter that an army has been reported." There was no echo in the tent, just a Qianqianyu hand stretched out from the gap in the big tent with a yellow face. The old attendant hurriedly put the small wooden box containing the military newspaper on this hand gently, and watched as the Qianqianyu hand retracted into the tent.

Of course, this delicate jade hand cannot be King Allah's, although there are queens in this era, but this majesty of Allah's kingdom is indeed a pure man in his forties. And the owner of this jade hand is one of the harems who slept here yesterday.

The old attendant waited beside the dragon bed for a while, and then heard a 'stabbing' sound from inside the tent, which frightened the elderly attendant's shoulders and cold sweat on his head burst out at once. Although His Majesty's reputation outside is not very good, this is also an authentic royal child, and the aristocratic manners he has cultivated since childhood will not make any indecent moves until his emotions are out of control.

And this sound is obviously the sound of the cloth being torn, this kind of behavior appeared in the steady King Allah, indicating that he is now very excited, in a very bad mood, at this time, a little carelessness may provoke him, when the time is not to keep the head is not good to say, so the old attendant instinctively shrunk his neck.

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the tent, "Ring the bell, blow the trumpet, and raise a loud voice." Hearing this order, the old attendant immediately said yes and ran out, and then a large group of people lined up and walked in. These were all the maids of the palace, and they carried all kinds of small basins and various boxes, which were all supplies for His Majesty to get up and wash.

Speaking of which, these ancient bigwigs are also quite troublesome, and they have to be served by more than a dozen people when they get up, which is really enough to put on music, and I don't know if they are so annoying every day. However, they can't help but put this kind of score, if they don't have these trivial exquisiteness, how can they highlight their nobility and distinctiveness.

As the golden bell in front of the palace gate was struck, two rows of trumpeters also puffed out their cheeks and blew long horns vigorously. The huge golden bell made a solemn sound, and it spread far away, accompanied by the sound of a long horn, and spread throughout the entire area of the royal capital.

Countless kingdom officials have crawled out of the bed, today is not the day of the early dynasty, most of the officials are still lying in bed. The so-called three days and one day, five days and one day, there is only one big court meeting in half a month. The officials don't get up early every day, holding the concubine cat in the bed, who wants to get up early.

However, the bell was ringing to gather Wenchen and the trumpet was sounding to recruit military generals, and this one sounded, that is, there was an emergency, and a temporary court meeting was to be held. Since there is an emergency, it is certainly not a good thing, and His Majesty the King will certainly not be in a good mood now. At this time, if anyone makes a mistake and provokes the king's fire, if he doesn't get it right, he will lose his official position and steal his family, and who of these officials will dare to take this bad head.

So, at this moment, the officials of all sizes in the entire royal capital were busy getting up together. The officials who were closer to the palace could say that they could simply wash up, dress up, and then stride out the door, get on the sedan chair, and get on the car. As long as there are no problems with the sedan driver and the carriage, it should be in time.

And those who live far from the palace are bad, they don't have to say anything about washing and arranging, even their clothes and hats may not have time to be dressed neatly. There were many officials who jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on their shoes, grabbed their official uniforms and hats, and ran outside. Wait until you get into the sedan chair or carriage, and then slowly put on your clothes and hats. That's it, they have to constantly urge the sedan drivers or coachmen to speed up along the way, for fear that they won't be able to catch up.

Of course, there were a very small number of officials, who were neither busy getting up nor hurrying halfway through, and who were already in the palace by this time. This very small number of officials may have known the news a little earlier than His Majesty, because the news had to pass through several gates to reach His Majesty. Wait until the elderly attendants organize people to ring the bell and blow the trumpet, and there will be another process. Therefore, there were so many big people who had already rushed to the palace before the bell rang.

Among them is the Marquis of Dauguda, and now he is left as a marquis in the kingdom of Allah, which can be said to be a high authority. At the same time, he can also be regarded as the most loyal and concerned official in the kingdom now, because the interests are at stake, and everything is lost. Therefore, the Marquis was the first official to rush to the palace today, and as a close confidant of His Majesty the King, the Marquis was recruited into the inner hall as soon as he arrived in the palace to discuss matters with His Majesty.

After a long time, all the officials who were qualified to participate in the court meeting had arrived, and the appointed time had arrived. After a round of courtesy, His Majesty sat on a high throne and looked down at the civil and military ministers standing on either side below. Because he was not in a good mood, His Majesty looked at these ministers even more unpleasantly than usual.

Look, some officials don't have their belts fastened, and even the accessories are reversed. Some officials also had their collars not tidied up, and they still had a nest. There are also officials whose clothes are bulging inside, obviously wearing other clothes, and before they have time to change them, they directly cover their official uniforms outside.

As he watched, His Majesty called an official by name and asked him, 'What about the hat?' As soon as the official heard King Allah call him, he fell to his knees with a puff and could not utter a complete sentence.

It turned out that the official had come in a hurry because he lived a little far from the palace, and he had changed his clothes in the carriage on the way to the carriage. But after changing his clothes, he realized that he was in too much of a hurry when he went out, and he took the wrong hat. This time it's bad, it's a sin of losing official etiquette to be untidy, and it's really not a trivial matter to take the wrong hat.

But if you want to go back and get the hat, it must be too late, and there is no way, so the official has to borrow a petty official's hat to make up the number. However, there are some differences in the styles of different grades of official hats, which can be found when you look closely. In normal times, His Majesty the King did not have the leisure time to observe the hats of every official, but today, His Majesty the King was not in a good mood, and he swept over and swept over these officials, and finally he discovered the mistake.