"Please move the eastern capital of Luoyang, Your Majesty!"

The words shouted out again were like a cold breeze blowing on people's faces. The civil and military officials raised their eyes in shock and looked at the two people in front of the imperial stairs. Most of them had become extremely complicated. Some people even clenched their fists and wanted to rush out, but their familiar colleagues pulled their cuffs and signaled to the soldiers outside the hall, and then they suppressed their anger and did not speak.

"Your Majesty, Privy Councilor Jiang is asking you why you don't answer." Geng Qing bowed his hand, raised his face slightly, and looked at the top of his eyes slowly, his voice slowly rang: "But since Your Majesty doesn't want to answer, you might as well sit there and listen to what I say."

He turned his face and looked back at the civil and military officials in the hall behind him like a wolf.

"You, listen well."

As he spoke, the Longxiang Army soldiers outside the hall replaced the palace guards, entered one after another and scattered around the Tai Chi Hall, and were about to control the place and pressed the head of the knife one by one.

When the soldiers came in, Geng Qing stood up straight, ignoring Li Ye, who flashed anger from above, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Zhu Youlun, the commander of the guard, fell off his horse and died in the palace. When the King of Liang heard the bad news, he was extremely sad and cried all day long. It was nothing more than the death of his nephew, and he cared about the safety of His Majesty. The palace was the emperor's residence, and Chang'an was the place where the palace was. The commander and commander fell off in the palace, so he could think that the safety of His Majesty was guaranteed."

He put his hand behind him and rubbed his fingertips a few times. In his voice, Geng Qing turned around and walked into the aisle among the ministers and said, "...The King of Liang has been unable to sleep all night recently, and it is difficult to have a better way to think hard. There is only one way to achieve the best of both worlds. It can not only make King Liang no longer worry about His Majesty, but also let King Liang show his loyalty and visit His Majesty at all times."

Standing still, Geng Qing turned around and looked at the emperor who was glaring at the imperial stairs, and paused word by word: "I'm asking Your Majesty to move to Luoyang."

"presumptuous!!"

Someone in the queue could not help it. When Geng Qing finished speaking, he rushed out of the civil servants' queue and pointed at Geng Qing and Jiang Xuanhui, "It is obvious that King Liang wants to do something wrong, and you two help the King of Kings to do evil, so you are not afraid of the thunder falling on your head!!"

The surrounding civil and military officials looked at the man standing out, Jingzhao Yin Peishu and Wang Feiying's immediate boss, but at the moment, there is no friendship to reach.

Geng Qing narrowed his eyes, still smiling on his face: "Jing Zhaoyin's words are wrong. I don't know if the thunder falls on my head or not, but if he speaks wildly, the knife will fall on your head."

"Pei is good at doing things well and is right. So what if the knife is cut off now? How can you and the other two decide on the move to the capital? Even if King Liang Zhu Quanzhong comes, he is not qualified!"

Hula!

The soldiers around the hall were all unsheathed, and Jiang Xuanhui waved: "Shangshu Ling don't have to talk nonsense to him." After his words, he ordered the guards outside the hall: "Take him down-"

"Two traitors!"

.........

The wind blew across Chang'an, and the dark cell, the figure with fluffy hair leaned against the wall, and used stones to mark the handwriting. Occasionally, birds cried across the skylight. He raised his head, and the sunlight shone in, making him squint his eyes, as if it was stinging, and tears flowed down.

Tu Shifei walked in the public housing of the Ministry of Justice. Looking at the injuries found by the horse, he smiled, stretched out the candlelight to light it, and threw it on the ground.

After a moment, he opened the door and walked out. The wind blew in, whirling the remaining ashes and flying all over the room.

In the sky outside, dark clouds gradually floated and thunder sounded.

.........

"Two traitors!"

In the Tai Chi Hall, Pei Shu clenched his fists and rushed over angrily, about to entangle the two of them in a fight. When Geng Qing wiped the sword from his waist, a cold light flashed from the side. Jiang Xuanhui grabbed Pei Shu's wrist and inserted the blade in his hand into the other party's abdomen, poked it out from behind with blood, and pushed up the official robe.

"Is it really a pistachio that Jiang has made?"

Jiang Xuanhui dragged his knife to wipe blood on the robe of the corpse. Geng Qing smiled at the ministers: "I'm not discussing with you. You just need to listen quietly. Don't learn from Jingzhao Yin to do unwise things."

The civil and military officials around him closed their eyes, and some of the anger in their eyes could not be concealed, but they could not rush out like Pei Shu to speak out for justice.

Every word was ticking in everyone's hearts coldly. Geng Qing walked a few steps with his hands in his arms, stopped in front of an old minister with a white hair, looked at him with a smile, and asked softly: "Are you Dugu Lun, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

"That's right." The old man's voice was low, his face slightly tilted, and he did not look at him.

"Then... can Dugu Shangshu agree to move the capital?"

Asked with a light voice, it seemed as if it was as deep as Mount Tai. The old man glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, the Adam's apple rolled, hesitated for a moment, and nodded with difficulty.

"Dugu Xuan's proposal."

"Good!" Geng Qing slapped his hands with satisfaction, walked back to the front, and his sleeves were swept away with a 'wow'. His smiling eyes suddenly slashed, and his eyes swept around with majestic power: "Who else is there to object to you?"

No one responded to the civil and military officials in the palace.

.........

Thunder sounded across the sky, and the bustling giant city, the people and vendors raised their sleeves and hurried to the eaves on the street. The sound of rain suddenly fell, and countless long streets were filled with mist.

It was raining heavily, and the water vapor connecting the world. In the other end of the city, in the gate with the word "Gengfu" written on it, the embroidered Qiao Niang suddenly fell in her hand, covering her stomach and screaming.

Causes chaos.

......

boom--

Thunder rolled across the imperial city, rain slid across the glass on the roof of the palace, and beaded curtains woven on the eaves of the palace.

In the hall, the sound of water covered everything.

Geng Qing looked back at Jiang Xuanhui, nodded at him, and then stepped forward to arch his hand at the emperor behind the Dragon Case Li Ye, with a majestic and upright voice.

"Your Majesty, both the civil and military officials in the court agree with the King of Liang."

Above, Li Ye looked back and forth at the civil officials and military generals, and his voice was a little panicked. He raised his hand: "You are the masters, moving the capital is a major event, but there are still objections, but it's okay to say it. If it makes sense, I can listen."

Seeing that no one was making a sound, the emperor hurriedly got up from the dragon throne and supported the dragon's desk, and his voice became even more rapid.

"But it's okay to say that. The court has spoken freely. I don't blame him. I believe that the Secretary of State and the Privy Councilor will not blame him."

The civil and military officials below moved slightly, lowered their heads and looked at each other, mostly sighing and choosing not to speak. Li Ye closed his eyes in pain, staggered half a step, and fell back to the dragon throne. Geng Qing, who was under the imperial stairs, had a stronger smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, move the capital."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xuanhui leaned on the tip of his sword to the floor tiles, and the civil and military officials in the hall bowed together: "I would like to ask Your Majesty to consider the country and the country and move the capital to Luoyang!"

"I..." Li Ye looked at the civil and military officials bowed down and asked, and almost struggled to squeeze out: "I...respond."

Immediately, Geng Qing nodded, turned around with his sword, and walked out with a big stance. The moment he stepped out of the hall gate, he turned his face and his voice came to Tai Chi Hall.

"The son can teach."

Jiuyu held an oil-paper umbrella to cover his head and walked over to the rain. The soldiers of Longxiong Army in the hall followed behind one by one, stepping... neat footsteps sounded, spreading to the imperial city.

boom--

The thunder is even more intense, and the summer rainstorms are all rustling.
Chapter completed!