In Liu Jian's heart, Zhu Youtang was the emperor and his young student. He would make mistakes when he was young, and his duty was to always provide corrections.

In Liu Ji's heart, Zhu Youtang was an emperor, but he was also a young monarch with little knowledge, skills, and military skills. As long as he deceived him, he would have no disadvantages.

In Xie Qian's heart, Zhu Youtang was the emperor. He had no assumptions about being in charge. He simply felt that he was too young and that the government affairs of the DPRK should be left to civil servants, especially the assistant ministers of the cabinet to take charge of the overall situation.

Among the five assistant ministers today, the ones who are relatively in awe of the emperor Zhu Youtang are Wan An and Li Dongyang.

Wan An's reverence stems from the old grudges accumulated during Wan Zhen'er's childhood. He neither dares to be disrespectful nor unafraid.

Li Dongyang...

Only God knows what he was thinking.

In fact, not only the five ministers of the cabinet, but also Zhu Youtang was still too young in the hearts of the civil and military people of the dynasty. Respect was put on the surface, but contempt on the inside was inevitable.

But to despise is to despise, the emperor is the emperor, and a country cannot live without a king for a day. Without the emperor in the Ming Dynasty, they would have no meaning of existence.

So when they discovered that there was no emperor in the royal chariot, only three or five frightened little eunuchs...

"Nonsense!"

"There are so many dangers on the mountain, how can the emperor act so nonsense!"

"what to do?"

"Don't make any noise, otherwise there will be chaos!"

"I have already asked. The emperor took Jiang Cheng up the mountain to find the two queen mothers."

"Let's... go up the mountain too!"

"Just the five of us?"

"It can only be the five of us. If something unexpected happens, at least the five of us can think of countermeasures first to stabilize the situation!"

"It makes no sense, Wan Shoufu?"

"It doesn't make sense for Wan, but I want to stay." Wan An said. Seeing the doubts in everyone's eyes, he explained: "All five of us are leaving, just in case there is someone like Xiya (Li Dongyang's word)

We went to the royal chariot and found that the emperor was not there, so what's the use of hiding it? There must be one person who stays to stabilize the situation."

After a brief and hasty conversation, the four pavilion elders from three generations, old, middle-aged and young, walked up the mountain together, while Wan An went straight to the chariot, pretending to ask for instructions.

Their sudden action naturally attracted the attention of many courtiers and nobles. Some people came up to ask questions, but Liu Ji just replied "Get out!" and dismissed them.

Normally, Liu Ji would definitely give an explanation with a smile on his face, even if it was just a few perfunctory words, but at this moment, he really didn't have the time or the mood.

The ministers and ministers were all frustrated by Liu Ji. They could only hold back their anger and would definitely not dare to ask. Moreover, judging from the menacing looks of these four people, it was probably that something big had happened.

The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty regarded these five as the most powerful, and they did not need to take care of the civil servants' face. But the problem was that there were not only civil servants, but also generals, especially nobles.

"Yue'an! Stay!"

Yue'an is Liu Ji's nickname. According to his age and status, every person in the Ming Dynasty can be counted as one. The number of people who can call him this is no more than one slap, and the British Duke Zhang Mao is one.

The old Duke, dressed in luxurious court clothes and holding a black gold dragon's head, came closer. He had a kind face, but there was an unhappy look in his eyes. Today is the birthday of the Queen Mother Wang, and it may even be her last birthday. Have a good day.

Since Liu Zhengyang has become like this, his mood will naturally not be any better.

"You are the chief minister of the cabinet. The emperor and all the officials are here. Why are you walking up the mountain in such a hurry?"

"Old Duke..." The four of them looked at each other. They knew that others could hide it, but the British Duke had trouble in his eyes, so they sighed and Liu Ji whispered the matter.

"So that's it." Zhang Mao showed a clear look and understood what the others were doing. After thinking about it for a moment, he paused with the dragon's head in his hand, turned around and called a middle-aged man over, who was Zhu Yong, Lord Baoguo.

"Old man."

"It's not peaceful on the mountain. You don't have the skills to get close to us. It's too dangerous. It's better to let Zhu Yong come with you. He knows some skills. Zhu Yong." Zhang Mao said to Zhu Yong: "I won't tell you too much. Time is running out. You and the four

Let's go up the mountain together, the elders. Let's talk about anything on the way."

Zhu Yong was confused, but seeing Zhang Mao's serious face, he didn't ask any more questions and just nodded in agreement.

At this time, there was the sound of horse hooves behind the crowd, and several people turned around to look. The three people on the horse could not see their faces clearly, but their clothes were from Dongchang.

A guard stepped forward to stop him: "Holy chariot is ahead! Anyone who comes will stop, otherwise they will be shot without mercy!"

"We have the emperor's orders and will go to Shijingshan to escort him, but anyone who blocks his path will be killed without mercy!"

The commander of the guards who shouted was stunned.

Is the emperor's order on his side?

The emperor is on the chariot behind him. You rush to the imperial chariot and you want to kill me without mercy?

What's going on?

In such a moment of confusion, the three of them were already close.

"Hey, you guys..."

"Get lost!" One of the monks shouted loudly, and then the three of them jumped into the air from their horses, put their feet on the horse's back, and actually flew directly over the head of the guard commander by relying on their Qinggong.

"How bold!"

"Escort! Escort!"

The civil and military ministers shouted in panic, and some guards rushed forward to stop them, but the three of them ignored them and just rushed up the mountain.

There is only one stone step up Shijingshan Mountain, and it is inconvenient to go up the mountain from other places, so the three of them inevitably rushed in front of Zhang Mao and the others.

"Kuibi!"

"roll..."

As soon as Ren Yugu said the word "gun", he realized that the person calling him in front of him was the old Duke Zhang Mao. He quickly stopped and bowed and saluted: "Forgive me, nephew, I...he..."

"Don't worry, no matter how anxious you are, your governor has already gone up the mountain in just a moment." Zhang Mao did not accuse him of being disrespectful: "The three of you went up the mountain with a few elders and escorted you along the way.

They will talk to you on the way."

"Okay!" Ren Yugu pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and cupped his fists: "Sir, I'm sorry!"

offend?

What offends?

Before the others could react, Ren Yugu grabbed Liu Ji by the waist and carried him on his shoulders. With a clever move, he moved him behind his back and carried him on his back, rushing towards the mountain without looking back.

Indeed, it would be a lot faster if we just relied on these four little guys to walk up the mountain step by step.

Ren Yu acted up and refused to quit. Chang Xiaochi also picked up Liu Jian and Li Dongyang respectively.

Zhu Yong was still a little entangled in his identity as the protector of the country, but Zhang Mao glared at him and he honestly put Xie Qian on him.

It's impossible to carry it on your back, but the same goes for carrying it, right?

The eight people ran up the mountain. Zhang Mao watched for a while, sighed softly, and slowly walked towards the imperial chariot.
Chapter completed!