The snow in the inner imperial city has been swept clean before the appearance of the early sun, and the palace is quiet, and the noon gate of the palace is illuminated earlier than the early sun, but it is the wind lantern and candle lantern carried by the hundred officials who came early to wait for the bell and drum of the noon gate to wait for the early dynasty.

The royal road leading to the Taiji Palace, the snow almost does not have the opportunity to stain the white jade floor tiles and melt the snow, and it is always cleaned up by the eunuchs of the inner province next to the Hou, the ancient Confucian saints once said that the royal road is the blood vessel of the Qingguo, the court is the heart of the Qingguo, and the hundred officials who govern the world are responsible for transporting the blood of the world's vitality.

And every beating of the heart of the entire Qingguo is completed by this royal road, by these hundred officials of the imperial court who go back and forth to the Forbidden City, the hundred officials discuss the government, sort out the political and civil affairs of the country's body, abolish the fresh out, and finally bring the vitality of the new policy from thousands of officials to the Quartet of the Qingguo.

Therefore, this royal road, since the holy word came out, has become the first iron law of the eunuchs of the inner service province, and every time a dead branch and a leaf stalk are left on the royal road, the palace inner service province will roll down several eunuch heads.

Guan Ping, who was walking on the royal road, remembered this allusion about the royal road for no reason, and silently counted the steps in his heart, secretly laughing at himself Although he was a civil official, he walked on this royal road, and he had a head under his feet.

In today's early dynasty, the eyes of the officials were really dark, and the hall was full of thick smells of Yan Shuntang's facial cream.

After a round of simplified bowing etiquette, Guan Ping got up, casually glanced at the blurred figure on the dragon chair, and then moved his gaze to the crown prince who was looking around at the officials under the royal seat, squinting without a trace.

Today's dynasty, the turmoil will start in the prince, and only Guan Ping will be photographed by the waves, and the court will wait for the next discussion, but the 'emperor' on the dragon chair will not help Guan Ping for half a point.

Guan Ping can already foresee what the next scene will be, what kind of advice will be given by the officials under the prince's instructions, and what regulations and regulations will be made after the court meeting.

These familiar passages, Guan Ping had already seen the results before the court meeting began.

Guan Ping thought of that royal road for no reason, if all the blood squeezed out of the heart was dirty blood, what use could that blood vessel be clean.

Next, the celebrant and eunuch sang for a while, and the court meeting officially began.

As Guan Ping expected, the first thing to discuss today is last night's killing order.

The killing order, the order of the national division, the order of the Kyoto garrison division, and the seal of the Ping supplement.

The national teacher has the decree of the Qing Emperor, and the Kyoto garrison envoy Fang Feiyan acted according to the decree, which was not wrong, but Guan Ping's official document to raise the martial law level that could be signed or not could not be signed, and it could not escape the eyes of the imperial history, and it was pulled out word by word and dug deeply.

The official document drafted in a hurry, how could it withstand such a fault, and the impeachment charges were soon filled in by one person and one word.

Guan Ping remained silent, knowing that this was just an appetizer prepared by the prince, in order to press Guan Ping's momentum first, and lay out the layout for the follow-up big moves.

Guan Ping didn't argue, his own protégé opened his mouth to argue with the imperial history, and there was the fact that the Taichang Temple monks violently resisted the ban, and Guan Ping's official document had no fatal problems. In addition, the Qingguo Buddhism is weak, the penetration of the court is not deep, and no high-ranking official is willing to fight for justice for the monks who have become broken bones, and finally this impeachment war of words ended with a lively comment on the need to be cautious under the next order.

Next, sure enough, there were no more excessive links, and even the winter priorities of the Beilin Road border defense were skipped, and the prince simply cut into the topic neatly and directly entered the highlight of today's court discussion.

The first is of course the crown prince, who is the most important, and thinks that he will be the crown prince in the future.

The left capital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Yu Shi Weizhi, bowed to the dragon chair, walked out, and reported to the 'Qingdi' the recent results of the No. 9 Tianhe Road Serious Case Task Force with his unique singing voice, focusing on the Jiangnan incident of the task force, and all the human and material evidence and criminal evidence have gone through the entire conviction process after the joint trial of the three divisions.

At this point, the case of the second prince's rebellion was officially submitted to the court through the special case group of the third division, and it became the top priority that the officials could no longer avoid.

Wei Zhi objectively and impartially laid out all the details and accurate data of the case one by one, and told it in detail for half an hour.

In this hour and a half, the hall was quiet, and only Wei Zhizi's round, slow and orderly platitude and singing echoed.

It is really worthy of the imperial history, and Wei Zhi's demeanor at this moment is enough to be included in the canon of the Ministry of Rites.

The palace is quiet, but the people of His Royal Highness are all officials, looking at the nose and nose and looking at the heart, like a mud mural like a line of motion, and the breath seems to be frozen.

Who dares to stir around?

This is the top priority of Qingguo for decades, the struggle for the emperor, the party!

The Great War is begining!

The ministers in the palace, who does not secretly mention the spirit, ready to return to the throne and join the war?

Wei Zhi paused word by word, finished the presentation, and saluted again, without adding more words, and returned to his position.

Wei Zhi returned to the throne, and the prince didn't give anyone else a chance to interject and ask, and immediately a loud voice jumped out to pick up Wei Zhi's role.

At this time, the disappearance of the second prince must be persecuted by traitors, and Wechen thinks that the first evil of rebellion should be punished, and the chaos should be punished! ”

The first big voice that jumped out was Wang Xu, the right imperial history of the Imperial Palace, the first deputy of the Imperial Palace, and the old imperial history of the second grade.

The imperial history supervises the words and deeds of hundreds of officials, and when there is injustice, it will be loud, Wang Xu, and Wang Lao's voice at this time is so loud that even the moisturizing cream that Guan Ping is thickly applied to the eye bags has shaken off several layers.

As soon as this right capital Yushi stood up and spoke for the prince, the officials were in an uproar in their hearts, but they didn't expect that the right capital Yushi, who had been acting for tat with Wei Zhi, the left capital Yushi, was actually the same as Wei Zhi as the prince's sleeve, this Wang Lao... It's really an old drama bone, for so many years, the dispute between the old capital Yushi and Wei Zhi in the court is all a drama.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is like the prince's royal latrine, and the most smelly and hardest ministers under the prince's sleeves are thrown to that department, which is a joke that has been quietly circulated among hundreds of officials recently, but Guan Ping doesn't feel funny at all at this moment.

Guan Ping squinted again, and in an instant, the hall full of purple robes and scarlet robes, and the court officials arranged horizontally and vertically according to their official ranks, were all like chess pieces hanging above the nineteen vertical and horizontal paths in the void.

As the officials appeared on the platform one after another, these chess pieces gradually fell into place.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate has obviously entered the East Palace, and the prince has entered the first son.

Niu Hong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, followed Wang Xu, stepped out with his head held high, argued in a deep voice, and the prince fell again.

Fei Mo of Dali Temple, an old slippery head who should have been old and wise, followed Niu Hong and stood up, and the prince fell again.

Fan Jian, the squire of the military department, hesitated slightly, and finally hugged his fists and stepped out of the queue, and the prince fell again.

The left waiter of the household department, flicked the wide robe, took a step forward, and the prince fell again.

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Of the six departments of the court, three adjutants stepped forward to speak, and the five Shangshu all lowered their eyebrows and did not say a word, unwilling to stand and return to their sons, Guan Ping no longer bothered to count the puppets that stood up one after another behind him, and his eyes went from squinting to completely closed.

The hall is full of prince chess......

The hall is full of only the sound of the East Palace......