It seemed that an unexpected infectious disease had swept through the court, and more and more courtiers claimed to be sick in bed. Therefore, in the morning court on this day, there was only an old man in fine clothes who looked tired, old and really sick, and a sparsely dressed man.
Three or five courtiers were still in the main hall.
The old man in rich clothes didn't look very energetic, and he would cough a few times from time to time, but his eyes staring at all the movements in the hall were extremely cold.
He looked over and spoke slowly, "My dear friends, you are still as strong and strong as an old man like me, so you can hold on!"
Several courtiers knelt down and saluted quickly, and one of them, who had a higher official position, said quickly, "How can I compare with the prefect? The prefect is in good health. It's just a minor illness. In a few days, he will definitely recover as before."
"Oh? Then why do so many people in the civil and military circles of this dynasty think that this prefect cannot be restored to his original state?" The old man in Chinese clothes reached out and picked up a folder on the desk, opened it, glanced at it, and threw it into the waste paper barrel aside. "
So many people think that I am old, confused and can be bullied. Why?"
How could the few courtiers dare to take up such a topic? They felt like they were covered in cold sweat and did not dare to raise their heads.
The old man in Huafu asked himself and answered, "Isn't it just because I lost this battle that I think I am weak and can be bullied?!"
He slammed another folded book on the table with a "snap" sound, which frightened several courtiers into kowtowing and begging the prefect to appease their anger.
But the anger in his heart could not be extinguished. He only felt that his whole body was on fire. "A few months ago, they were kneeling here like you, singing praises for my decision. They knelt down because of my anger.
I begged for mercy, and now! You dare to claim that you are ill and refuse to go to court?!" He slowly stood up and pointed at the courtiers below with the fold in his hand and asked, "Tell me, who is supporting them behind the scenes?!"
Several courtiers now did not even dare to say anything to beg the prefect to calm down. They just put their heads on the floor, sweating profusely.
He stared at the courtiers under the high platform, and after a long time, he calmed down a little. He knew that he could not get any valuable information from these people, so he snorted and threw the paper aside.
He went to a corner of the main hall, turned around, and with the help of several palace attendants, left the main hall and went to the harem.
After the old man in rich clothes had left for a long time, several courtiers dared to raise their heads and look up, and then exchanged glances with each other before they dared to stand up and retreat out of the hall at the same time. However, they had just walked out of the hall and had not had time to comfort each other.
After a few words, he was surrounded by a group of palace guards. He ignored their cries for help and begged for mercy, pulled out his long knife and slashed. Soon, there was no more sound in front of the palace...
The old man in rich clothes had no awareness of the murder that took place in front of the palace. He just boarded the royal chariot under the service of a group of palace attendants, slowly leaned into the comfortable and soft fur cushions, held his forehead with one hand and meditated. After a while, he felt
Something seemed wrong. He opened the curtain and said to the palace attendant outside, "Why haven't you...?"
No one responded.
The old man in Chinese clothes immediately noticed that something was wrong. He quickly narrowed his eyes that were a little confused. He glanced out the window and knew that the place he was at and the place he was going to was definitely not the courtyard he usually returned to. He couldn't help being frightened and angry, "Stop."
Get off! You damn beasts, where are you taking this prefect?!!"
Still no one gave him any response!
The old man in rich clothes coughed anxiously, and then wanted to open the curtain and rush out, but was knocked back deep into the seat by a gentle force!!
"Rebellion, rebellion...?!" The old man in Chinese clothes was stunned for a moment. He murmured a few words in a low voice before suddenly becoming furious again. After several times of attacking the car curtain to no avail.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Help, help! There is an assassin, there is an assassin here!!"
For a long time, until he shouted and coughed again, there was no extra movement outside the chariot. Then, his heart had sunk to the bottom.
After staying at the pinnacle of power for so long, he has naturally understood what it means to be able to achieve this level of success.
This means that at least half of the prefect's palace is already under the control of certain people. Combined with the reaction from the court, he already knows that the situation is over.
He began to regain his composure, and when the chariot finally stopped somewhere and he was able to step out of the chariot, his posture actually regained some of its original majesty.
He raised his head to see the name of this courtyard, "Yi Yang Pavilion", snorted coldly, and after taking another look at the expressions of the palace attendants surrounding him that were obviously different from before, he strode into the courtyard.
The courtyard is not small, divided into two small courtyards at the front and back. This courtyard used to be his mother's residence in her later years and was a quite quiet place. But now the courtyard is crowded with well-equipped soldiers. He looked at it coldly and sneered more and more.
concentrated.
When he entered the hall of the inner courtyard, he was not surprised to see the fat man he expected.
I saw that the obese man was obviously middle-aged, and his facial features were somewhat similar to him, but he was not as majestic as him. When he saw him walking in from outside the hall, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and the fat all over his body trembled.
Trembling.
The old man in rich clothes didn't even look at the fat man and went straight to the main seat in the hall and sat down. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the two people standing behind the fat man, a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression and a middle-aged man with fine features.
Scholar, "Yi Bai, Meng Shuisheng, are you two the ones who invited me here?" Seeing that there was no change in the expressions on the faces of the two people, he suppressed the fury in his heart and asked again in as calm a tone as possible.
, "What can I ask of you, Governor?"
The middle-aged scholar glanced at Yi Bai, who seemed not to care about anything, and then at the fat man kneeling on the ground shaking, and said, "The prefect is not in good health as he is old. I will discuss it with the eldest son.
The prefect should be invited to come here to take care of himself."
"Oh?" The man in rich clothes looked at the fat man on the ground and said, "My son, Jiaoyang, are you the one who wants to invite your father to come here to take care of himself?!"
The obese man shook his head quickly, then stood up and came to Yi Bai's side as if he had reacted. Then he carefully looked at the man in the attire and nodded, "Father...Father, since...besides...
Courtiers...if everyone thinks so, father, let them do as they please..."
The man in rich clothes suddenly laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder. Finally, the laughter stopped and he pointed at the fat man and glared at the two middle-aged scholars, "You would rather assist him than continue to assist me?! Why?
,Why?!"
"Because the eldest son should at least follow the good deeds..." the middle-aged scholar sighed, "With my help, the current situation in Yongchang County will not get worse. The Grand Administrator can rest assured and enjoy his life here.
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"With your help? How can you call this help?!" The man in the splendid suit squeezed the armrests of the chair with his hands, and said every word with great difficulty, "You can let me live a long life today, and you can let him live tomorrow.
Meng Jiaoyang is enjoying his old age, is this Yongchang County...or the Meng family's Yongchang County...?"
"Your Excellency, you are worrying too much," the middle-aged scholar said slowly while pulling the fat man out, "Yongchang County will not become Anling County, I am not Dong Fu, and Wang Hui and Sun Miao will not become Liu Fei
Xu and Han Feng, Yongchang County... will always be the Meng family's Yongchang County..."