Hearing this, Guo Xun was ashamed: "...... The minister understood, the minister made a joke, guilty! ”

"If Hou Ye is guilty, how can he let Hou Ye know the will of the feast?" Zhang Zuo arched his hand, "Our family has to go back to reinstate." ”

Guo Xun hurriedly wanted to keep him, and hurriedly brought the prepared Xie Yi.

Zhang Zuo saw Qiu Luan and stopped: "This is ...... Xianning Hou's grandson, right? ”

“…… Qiu Luan has seen Grandpa Zhang! Qiu Luan immediately saluted smartly.

Zhang Zuo nodded with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty ordered the Imperial Hospital to arrange for the Imperial Doctor to go to the Hou Mansion to treat the old Hou Ye for the illness today, Your Majesty said that the Marquis of Xianning has worked hard and has a good grandson." ”

"Qiu Luan, thank God!" Qiu Luan knelt down, and tears came out, "Qiu Luan must be Your Majesty's loyal minister who serves the death!" ”

Qiu Yue is seriously ill, and this time I am afraid he will not be able to survive. What the enemy is thinking about is whether the title that he was awarded for meritorious service due to the rebellion of King Anhua can be continued.

What if the ministers make trouble?

Now that he has received the emperor's evaluation of "Qiu Yue has a good grandson", and he also sent the imperial doctor to see the disease, Qiu Luan's heart has finally settled.

That is the emperor who is close to his age, if Jane is in the emperor's heart, his hatred Luan can accompany the emperor for a whole dynasty!

After sending Zhang Zuo away, Guo Xun and Qiu Luan were inexplicably excited.

"Eat and drink!" Guo Xun's blood boiled, "Your Majesty actually did the old routine again, so that the lords knew the scriptures and feasts!" Xiaoqiu'er, no, Qiu Xiaohou, we did the right thing this time! ”

……

In a small house in the capital, the oil lamp in the master's study was lit until the second half of the night.

Hearing the sound of drums outside and the sound of the night rain, Xia Yan squeezed his eyes tightly and put down his pen.

After taking a sip of cold tea, he checked the half-written note in front of him from beginning to end again.

After the court meeting that made Mao Cheng demote the official to the people, the official did not dare to be easily dismissed in a short period of time.

But from that day on, Xia Yan, who learned that Yang Yiqing was about to return to the court, began to prepare for this song after hearing that the emperor said that the three major camps would be reset.

"Please store the real side to prevent the danger from being neglected".

If the re-establishment of the three battalions is made an important matter in the next few years, what will happen to that side?

As a military officer, Xia Yan is doing his own thing.

The emperor hoped that Yan Guan would have something to say and pay attention to the quality of the performance, and Xia Yan felt that his opportunity had come.

"Official." His concubine brought a cup of hot tea with some resentment, "It's all four watches." ”

Xia Yan, who was thirty-nine years old, smiled, took the tea in her hand, and then habitually handed it to her lips and narrowed her eyes.

On the shoulders and neck, a pair of tender hands have reached over and slowly squeezed them.

After opening his eyes and putting down the teacup, he closed his eyes again and whispered, "Your Majesty's first-class treasure has never stopped for a day. Your Majesty has lofty ambitions, and he hopes that all officials will say more important things, that is, they must have something to say. I've worked hard for a few days, don't wait for me, I'll go directly to the court. ”

“…… That day, I heard that His Majesty had killed seventeen officials in one go, which frightened the slave family and his sister. ”

Hearing the worry in her tone, Xia Yan confidently curled the corners of her mouth: "I'm afraid that your official and I, the official, will annoy the emperor?" You don't understand these things! ”

"Officials are naturally first-class capable ministers! After being busy for so many days, it will definitely be a blockbuster, Jane is in the emperor's heart! ”

"Alright." Xia Yan reached out to his shoulder and pinched the soft wattle, pulled it over and sat on his lap, "There are still a few unfinished articles, go and rest first, I want Your Majesty to see my music as soon as possible." ”

This letter must be written before the strategy of resetting the three major battalions is decided!

Wen Cun took a moment to rest, and Xia Yan continued to complete the final part.

It's going to be the New Day Pilgrimage soon.

……

In the early morning of the first day of the fifth lunar month, more officials in the capital were also preparing for the Shuori Meeting.

Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling, the two brothers, can also go to court today.

The Shuo Ri Dynasty Meeting is generally only ceremonial, and the number of people who can go to court is far more than that of the regular court.

After getting up from the bed of the newly accepted concubine, Zhang Heling walked to the door of the room from time to time, looked at the direction of the palace from afar, and looked at the sky from time to time.

The rain in the valley has passed, spring and summer alternate, these days have been rainy, and since last night, the thunder has been shaking, Zhang Heling was also woken up by the thunder, so he quickly got up in advance.

It's a coincidence, so is it possible that something happened tonight?

"Master Hou, even if it's a big court meeting, you don't have to be in such a hurry." The seventeen-year-old concubine was still sleepy, and she got up with him and yawned after serving him and getting dressed.

"You know what!" Zhang Heling's gaze was just looking at the palace.

In another place, Xia Yan has also written a recital.

After today's court meeting, it can be handed over to the General Administration.

He put on his court clothes, and he tied the corners of the black belt very carefully.

The capital is still sleeping in the night, and most of the people who have lights on at this time are official mansions.

Some of the lower-ranking officials lived in the outer cities, and they had to get up earlier.

According to the regulations, low-grade officials are not allowed to sit in sedan chairs. When they have entered the city, they shall not ride their horses.

When they arrived at the city gate, the inquest officer was able to enter the city.

Every now and then a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, and amid the rumbling thunder, many officials walked towards the imperial city under the umbrella opened by the servants.

Bitter also! Today's court meeting, so many people still have to be outside the West Point Gate.

There are not many places under the corridor, and there are still many relatives to stand in today.

Yang Tinghe wasn't worried, he was standing in front anyway.

But who hasn't come through the storm?

When he went out and sat in the sedan chair, the raindrops hit the roof of the sedan chair and the sedan curtain, and Yang Tinghe closed his eyes to recuperate.

The will has been delivered, and tomorrow the prayer feast will be held one day to show respect, and His Majesty understands the meaning of the prayer feast, indicating that it is necessary to respect the attitude of etiquette and religion.

Of course, it is also to win the hearts of the people in the world.

But it's not so pure, otherwise, why use the lords and warriors to know the scriptures and feasts?

He was thinking about something, and suddenly he felt the sedan chair sway.

was frowning, when he heard the palanquin man in front of him ask in a little frightened voice, "It's the palace over there, right?" ”

"What's wrong?" Yang Tinghe asked in a deep voice.

“…… Pavilion...... Ge Lao, it seems that there is water in the palace......"

Yang Tinghe's eyes widened suddenly, and he eagerly opened the sedan curtain in front of him.

Looking at it, there was a faint light in front of him. In the slight flickering, you can see the smoke rising.

Yang Tinghe's pupils shrank suddenly.

That's right ahead!

What is the location in front of the Daming Gate?

It's not Chengtianmen, it's not noon gate, it's a place farther north.

The three halls? Dry the door? Dry...... Qing Palace?

"Quick! Go ahead! ”

Yang Tinghe's heart sank, and he urged urgently.

The sedan chair drivers gritted their teeth and carried the sedan chair to speed up their pace in the gradually heavy rain.

Yang Tinghe kept staring ahead, his teeth clenched.

It has only been four days since the court meeting that made the ministers tremble, if the Qianqing Palace is on fire, what a monstrous disaster it will be?

Was it a lightning strike, or was it ......

Yang Tinghe's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, but no, never!

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Note: "Ming Shizong Records" Volume 2: May of the 16th year of Zhengde, Renzishuo, the day of the Jingmen disaster.

Ten days after Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, the courtyard gate of the Qianqing Palace was burned down.

Thirty mother, I use this to deduce one or two.