There was no need to wait until tomorrow, just an hour later, the news that Wu Youchang was crowned King of Zhou spread throughout Luoyang.
Ye Yuan murmured helplessly as he listened to the voices talking about Wu Youchang in the streets and alleys.
"Wu Zetian, you are so cruel!"
The news could spread so quickly. If Wu Zetian wasn't behind it, I wouldn't believe it even if I beat Ye Yuan to death.
A great writer once said: Chinese people's temperament always likes to reconcile and compromise.
For example, if you say that this room is too dark and you need to open a window here, no one will allow it.
However, if you advocate removing the roof, they will mediate and be willing to open the windows.
Humanity!
If this could not help his wife, Ye Yuan would have given up his career long ago.
A broken prince behaves like no one would care about him.
Because the central court suffered a devastating blow, it is still not sound and the response is not timely. No one has taken action on this day.
However, a memorial of opposition is already being written.
Moreover, a large number of letters were also sent from Luoyang to every corner of the Zhou Dynasty.
On this day, paper is expensive in Luoyang.
Ye Yuan could imagine the kind of verbal and written criticism he would face in the future.
He had no choice but to take pleasure in the misery.
"Let the storm come more violently."
The next day.
It was three o'clock in the morning, and unexpectedly, Ye Yuan had a solid sleep, and no one came to trouble him.
It's like nothing happened yesterday.
In fact, this is not the case. The reason why no one is looking for Ye Yuan is because a key link is missing.
Wu Zetian... will not go to court! She will not accept anyone's audience.
All government affairs are resolved through consultation between Wu Ling'er, Di Renjie and Shangguan Wan'er.
In other words, officials could not see Wu Zetian in person, so they could only submit memorials.
But the memorial is in the hands of three people, and these three people are all insiders, so naturally they will not accept it.
The same goes for the Queen, who doesn't read these memorials at all.
Or, to be more precise, she couldn't see it.
After all, there is still no way to escape the consequences of using the power of the Immortal beyond the level.
Although the Queen has powerful Taoist elixirs to recuperate her body, she is still inevitably aging rapidly.
Now, her body is extremely weak and she is exhausted.
Overnight, her hair became covered with silver threads and wrinkles began to appear on her skin.
Today, Wu Zetian is a real old man, sleeping most of the time.
Even if he could wake up for a moment occasionally, he would be lazy and without energy at all.
In the palace, under the warm sunshine, an old man with silver hair was sleeping quietly, with a peaceful face.
She is just like a retired old lady, enjoying the peace and tranquility in her old age.
In order to avoid irritating some people's sensitive nerves, Ye Yuan stayed at home and became a homebody.
Just then, an unexpected person came to visit.
The two sat under the tree and looked at each other speechlessly.
Comparing concentration with a monk is a waste of time.
Ye Yuan had been a monk, so he naturally knew this very well. He was unwilling to waste time and questioned him unceremoniously.
"Master, you are really lucky. You are not dead yet?"
Wuchen had a look of compassion on his face and said in a slightly complicated tone.
"The poor monk was not in Chang'an at that time."
Ye Yuan couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the Big Bang is related to Buddhism!
Wuchen seemed to have seen Ye Yuan's thoughts and took the initiative to explain.
"After talking to the donor last time, I went back to the teacher's door to report."
This explanation is somewhat reasonable, but it is still a bit far-fetched.
After all, it's such a coincidence.
Ye Yuan didn't believe it and continued to ask.
"Did the master go back on his own initiative, or did the disciples summon him?"
Wuchen's expression suddenly changed, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
Although he didn't speak, Ye Yuan already knew the answer.
It's obviously the latter.
Wuchen was silent for a moment, his expression returned to its original state, and he said.
"Amitabha, donor, I don't know what the truth is, but I, the Buddhist sect, were not the only ones who received the message from the master and left Chang'an at that time."
Ye Yuan knew that although Wuchen didn't explicitly say who else was there, he was already naming them, and he was talking about Taoism.
"Oh, should I say they are clever and clever, or are they..."
Ye Yuan suddenly felt a little shuddering.
After all, if it is really the latter, then this case will be a cannibalistic whirlpool.
The foundation of Buddhism and Taoism is so strong that even if you are as powerful as Ye Yuan, you don't dare to underestimate him.
Ye Yuan smiled helplessly and murmured.
"This matter... what we think is no longer important. What matters is what the people in the world think."
Wu Chen was speechless, and was muttering in his heart.
The two stopped talking, and the courtyard became completely quiet.
After slowing down for a while, Ye Yuan went straight to the topic.
"Tell me, you came here this time probably because of my being crowned King of Zhou, right?"
Wuchen nodded without concealment and confirmed directly.
"Yes, now that things have come to a point, we want to meet the princess."
Ye Yuan's hand holding the teapot paused, looking at the old monk in front of him with confusion, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"You are the Huntian Supervisor, so you are qualified to see her directly. You don't have to go through me at all."
Wuchen couldn't help but show bitterness on his face as he explained.
"The Holy One has decreed that the Buddhist and Taoist families are prohibited from entering the palace!"
Ye Yuan calmly added a cup of tea to the old monk and sighed.
"It seems that everyone is worried about you!"
Wuchen shook his head and said helplessly.
"Yes, who knows that Buddhism and Taoism are the most powerful sects in the world, and they are fully capable of doing this."
Ye Yuan took a sip of tea and said with enjoyment.
"No need to meet Ling'er, you can talk to me directly."
This is a completely trusted spokesperson!
Wuchen's spirit was shaken and he sighed.
"It seems that your relationship with the princess...is better than anyone expected!"
Ye Yuan smiled softly, without comment, but raised his glass to indicate to the old monk to drink tea.
Unfortunately, the old monk had no intention of drinking tea at this time and continued.
"In this case, let me tell you frankly. In fact, the main reason why the master called me back this time is that the Buddhist sect has basically reached a consensus. We will fully support the princess's succession!"
Ye Yuan put down the teacup, looked at the old monk seriously, and asked.
"Full force, what kind of full force?"
Wuchen asked, obviously confused.
"What does the donor mean?"
"People, materials and finance?"
Wuchen understood. Ye Yuan wanted to see their actual actions, not their false reputations.
Although this is not in line with Buddhism's usual style, at the moment when the Buddhist catastrophe is deduced, they have no choice.
This point has been made clear during the high-level meeting of Buddhism, and specific conditions were given.
Wuchen looked into Ye Yuan's eyes and said sincerely.