Knock knock!

The eighteen-sided drums lined up on both sides of the shrine resounded at the same time under the beating of the wrestlers.

Dali was once known as 'Fire Virtue', and the red color was the most expensive.

The shrine was solemnly seated, and with the sound of the drums, the fires on both sides of the corridor suddenly ignited.

In the midst of the raging fire, all the courtiers solemnly walked towards the main hall.

None of the officials spoke quietly or behaved rudely.

Although the imperial power is sidelined, they are all officials with status and knowledge, so they will not make mistakes in such etiquette and attract criticism.

Above the main hall, Feng Linwan, the son of heaven, was high on the dragon chair, wearing a red dragon robe, inlaid with some black patterns, which looked particularly solemn and majestic.

On the left and right are five bronze chairs, which are decorated with dragons, white tigers, cranes, unicorns and turtles.

This is the position that belongs to the five ministers.

In the Great Departure Dynasty, all prime ministers have the habit of not worshipping the Son of Heaven when they see it, and the Son of Heaven has the habit of giving a seat to the previous dynasty.

The five ministers who take care of their lives, although they really have a phase, only Gao Yi.

In the sound of the mountain and the tsunami, the ministers knocked on the Son of Heaven.

There were no eunuchs, standing up, shaking the dust, and shouting nonsense like 'something to play, nothing to retreat from'.

The court meeting was convened on the initiative of Feng Linwan, the Son of Heaven, at this time, even if the ministers had nothing to do, he, the Son of Heaven, would inevitably have something to say.

Looking around, it seems to be the wolf king in the wilderness.

Looking at the five positions that were still empty, Feng Linwan's tone was flat, as if he said easily: "Since the five people who care about their lives have no intention of going to court, then withdraw their positions!"

Immediately, a crowd poured into the hall, as if they were about to remove the five extremely obstructive chairs.

"Your Majesty, the floods in Hedong have displaced hundreds of thousands of people, and your Majesty is invited to make a judgment!" An official stood up from the crowd, holding a wat board and taking a humble attitude.

But no one would doubt that he was not blocking Feng Linwan's decision.

It's like a signal flare, more officials stand up and report all kinds of news from all over the country, true or false, all in one go, although they claim to let the 'saint deal with it', but they don't really want Feng Linwan, the emperor, to make a decision.

They were just using this way to mock the emperor Feng Linwan.

Let him clearly know that without the five ministers who care for his life, then he, the son of heaven, is nothing and can't do anything.

Even if the country is eroded to a mess, he can only just watch it and can't do anything.

Feng Linwan's complexion did not change in the slightest, what he held in his hand was the sword of the Son of Heaven that killed people, all of which were made of iron, but it was terrifying.

The name of the Crazy Son... Half the credit for this sword.

Facing the slightly crazy eyes of the Son of Heaven, no one in the Manchu Dynasty showed fear, as if they were all iron bones, and the humerus of the hall was full of ministers.

The atmosphere seemed to be at a stalemate from the very beginning.

Gradually, no one stood up to speak anymore.

Feng Linwan, the son of heaven, was silent, and the courtiers standing in the hall were silent.

Little by little, time passed.

The sun has risen into its rightful place.

In the distance, at last there were footsteps approaching.

Before anyone arrived, the voice came.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty? You are young, and you are above the dragon chair, but you don't find it difficult. Pity those old courtiers who are over half a hundred years old, who have dedicated most of their lives to the court, and now they have to suffer such hardships, it is inevitable that they are a little lacking in benevolence!"

In this sharp ridicule, Gao Zhen, dressed in a purple official uniform, stepped into the threshold of the main hall, and did not salute, but sat directly on the chair carved with the turtle, his expression was at ease, and his expression was indifferent.

The invisible atmosphere in the main hall seemed to be much more lively in an instant, and it could be clearly seen that the faces of many important ministers showed a relaxed color.

When Feng Lin heard this, he was a little nervous, and stood up with a smile: "In that case, you and I will give up the seats behind us to those old ministers, okay?"

Gao Wei was stunned for a moment, and he didn't seem to expect that Feng Linwan would give such an unobtrusive sentence.

Immediately after that, without waiting for Gao Xiang to react, Feng Linwan waved his hand again: "Okay! Since Gao Xiang is here, the position naturally does not need to be withdrawn, but there are four chairs left, and there is no need to look at it." ”

The voice fell, Wang En and Zhao Kaicheng came together, the former has a good posture and rigid manners, but has an indescribable majesty, while the latter is a dragon and tiger, domineering, as if he is more like a qualified emperor than the son of heaven who sits upright...

The two of them were speechless, but they sat on the chairs of the unicorn and the dragon respectively, and they didn't look at the Son of Heaven, let alone Gao Zhen, as if they didn't intend to give face and say anything although they arrived.

Without waiting for Feng Lin to speak again, there was another Wenchen and a military general, who walked out of the queue respectively.

One person held a tiger talisman and the other held a jade wat board, which were placed on the two chairs of the white tiger and the crane respectively, occupying the seat. Although there are no words, the attitude is obvious. I don't even want to say a superficial excuse for taking a leave of absence.

Three rings in a row, as if it were three slaps, to make Feng Linwan, the emperor, speechless.

"Hahahaha... Okay! It's really good!" Feng Linwan's eyes were bright, still holding on to his sword, standing high on it.

At this time, Sima Liang, a robot controlled by Feng Lin Wan, led a group of fans from the East Factory, carrying a few large boxes, and walked in quickly.

"Minister Sima Liang knocks on St. Ann! It's all here. With that, he opened a box directly.

Inside the box were volumes of books.

Everyone was curious about what was written in these books.

But Feng Linwan had already stepped down from the dragon chair on his own, took out a scroll, and recited it in person.

It is all about the courtiers' daily food and clothing, exceeding the rules, not to mention that they used their power for personal gain, filling their pockets, not to mention how they deceived their superiors and subordinates, and oppressed the people, not to mention how they formed a party for personal gain, and set up the emperor.

There is only one thing to say, and that is to exceed the rules.

At first, the officials who were named were still disdainful.

Gradually, they all began to feel uneasy, and even showed fear...

The Son of Heaven cannot be pro-government, so whether it is internal or external affairs, it is not up to the Son of Heaven to decide.

If there is an official who is corrupt and derelict in his duties, or forms a party for personal gain, it needs to be dealt with by Gao Wei or Wang En, and the emperor Feng Linwan, even if he knows it, only has the right to 'suggest', but not the right to dispose of it.

But a culpability, which can be as big or small as an exceedance, is completely different.

This is the natural right of the royal family to maintain the supremacy of the royal family, and does not belong to the category of dividing the royal power among the ministers.

In the past, no one really cared about it.

As long as there are not officials who are dizzy and use dragon-patterned phoenix robes at home, it is nothing.

But now... Feng Linwan, the emperor, was very petty, and he began to worry about this 'trivial' thing. In his hands, the meager power that had been carved up almost completely, liquidated the sins of the courtiers.

In the past, it may have been debunked like this, but it was useless.

However, looking at those Dongchang fans with fierce faces and sharp weapons, many ministers who originally didn't care about them began to weaken their legs.

"Your Majesty... What do you want to do here? Do you want to let the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty go to prison, and then let the world fall into chaos, and let the country of Dali completely subvert the owner?" Gao Wei asked for the second time, and unceremoniously, he didn't even move a finger, just looked at Feng Linwan with a strange look, as if looking at Feng Lin Wan with disdain, full of arrogance.

The ministers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and many of them showed gratitude.

But there are also some really treacherous people, who suddenly feel bad and feel that this state of affairs is developing... A little off.

"How do you feel... Today's Xiangye, extraordinary... It's like being in... Is it an illusion?" At the same time, this may be the voice of many people.