But consider that we are in a feudal dynasty now, and we are the emperor. Don't worry about whether we are puppets or not. Anyway, to the little yellow sect like them, we will always be like heavenly beings. Can they not be happy that they have been given the name by themselves?
Wen Lun's opportunity aroused the envious and jealous eyes of other Xiao Huangmen, but at this moment Wen Lun was so excited that he almost died, and of course he didn't know all this.
At night, Wen Lun tossed and turned excitedly and couldn't sleep, thinking about how happy his family would be when they knew that the official had named him.
"Pah, pah, pah,"
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Wen Lun had just gotten up. Before he could get out of bed, he saw two small yellow doors coming in.
"It turns out to be Brother Li, what can you do?"
"It's nothing, mistress. Someone above wants to question you. Come with me."
This elder brother Li is a small steward in Huangmen. He came in person. Wen Lun didn't dare to say anything, so he followed him honestly.
Wen Lun was taken to a secret room. Inside, the Xiao Huangmen who served Zhao Yun and the palace maids were there, and the person sitting above was none other than the powerful minister Shi Miyuan.
Wen Lun knelt on the ground, too frightened to speak. He didn't know why he was brought here.
Shi Miyuan sneered and said, "How dare you deliberately try to please the officials, you cheap slave? Why, do you want to be a child?"
"The little ones don't dare, the little ones don't dare, the little ones don't have any ideas."
"Gouged out his eyes and cut out his tongue."
"Ah, sir, please spare my life, sir, please spare my life."
Naturally, Wen Lun's words were ignored. His tongue was cut out and his eyes were gouged out soon after.
Shi Miyuan ordered people to pour wine into Wen Lun's eyes and tongue, and also ordered the Xiaohuangmen and palace maids who were watching to take a sip to let them know how powerful it was.
The little Huangmen and the palace maids were so frightened that they almost lost their wits, but they had to drink.
Soon, Wen Lun also died from excessive blood loss.
At dawn the next day, Zhao Yun got up as usual, washed up, and went to Cining Palace to pay his respects to Empress Dowager Yang.
"Where's Wen Lun yesterday? Why didn't you see him?"
Thinking of Wen Lun, who had been serving beside him these days, and who had given him a name by himself, he was deeply impressed. At this time, he was supposed to be there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Zhao Yun asked Liu Qi.
With his usual smile on his face, Liu Qi replied: "He asked for leave to go out of the palace. He said that his mother was ill at home, and he was afraid that she would not be there for a few days. He left in a hurry. He is really impatient."
"Well, he is still a filial son."
Zhao Yun agreed with satisfaction and stopped asking any more questions. It was just a trivial matter.
Zhao Yun turned back and continued walking forward. Inadvertently, he saw some strange expressions on the faces of some of the little yellow gatekeepers around him. However, since Zhao Yun was the emperor, he didn't care.
Arriving at Cining Palace, she went in to salute and say hello. Queen Mother Yang seemed to be in a good mood today, with a little more smile on her face.
Huangmenling Jia Chong spoke aside, and only then did Zhao Yun know the reason.
It turned out that the wife of Empress Dowager Yang's nephew, Yang Shi, gave birth to a pair of twins a month ago. They were white, fat, and had the head of a tiger. Yesterday, she brought them to the palace to show Empress Dowager Yang. Empress Dowager Yang was very happy and gave them a reward.
Yang Shi already had six children before, and with the twins, the number would be eight. However, Queen Mother Yang still told Yang Shi to work harder and let the Yang family flourish.
"I congratulate my mother and family on the birth of Lin'er. After a few years, I can give them a title to show their status."
"Okay, okay, Queen Mother, that's what I have in mind."
Empress Dowager Yang attached great importance to her natal family, and promoted members of her natal family to official positions. Her brother Yang Cishan, and nephews Yang Shi and Yang Gu all relied on her care to become officials in the court.
Even for her parents who had passed away long ago, Empress Dowager Yang gave them posthumous titles and official positions, making them a noble family.
Zhao Yun carefully responded to Queen Mother Yang's words. It wasn't until Queen Mother Yang felt a little tired that she stood up and left.
When leaving the Cining Hall, it was personally delivered by Jia Chong, the commander of Huangmen.
On the way, Jia Chong's face looked serious. Zhao Yun originally wanted to get close to him and say a few words, but seeing his appearance, he didn't speak.
After leaving the Cining Hall, Zhao Yun left and took a few steps. Zhao Yun suddenly turned around for no reason and glanced at Jia Chong who was walking back.
Looking at his back, Zhao Yun flashed in Zhao Yun's mind the image of Wen Lun kneeling down to thank him, as well as the strange expressions on the faces of several young men from the Huang family this morning.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Liu Qi stepped forward and asked.
"nothing."
Zhao Yun forced out a smile and tried to look normal.
Walking again, Zhao Yun's pace involuntarily accelerated a lot.
Returning to Funing Hall, Zhao Yun ordered Xiao Huangmen to bring the fishing rod and went to the place where he fished yesterday.
Zhao Yun sat there quietly fishing. Only he knew that under his loose robe, his restless body was trembling slightly.
He tried to calm down, he tried to adjust his breathing, and he tried not to look at anyone.
The bait sank and floated again, and a fish took the bait. Zhao Yun was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice it. But this time, no one from the little yellow gate and the palace maid around him said a word to remind him.
The sun shines on Zhao Yun, making him look even more lonely and lonely.
Time flies, and it's September 15th again. This day falls on the fifth day. According to tradition, it is the day when the court meeting is held. All civil and military officials are waiting outside Chui Gong Hall early.
Zhao Yun, surrounded by Liu Qi and others, came to Chui Gong Hall.
"No, I'm in a hurry. Please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."
As the court was approaching, Zhao Yun suddenly felt anxious. He left Liu Qi and others and walked to a room specially designed for the emperor to resolve his internal emergencies.
After Zhao Yun entered, Liu Qi and several Huangmen wanted to follow, but Zhao Yun waved his hand to stop them.
"I'm in a hurry. If there's anything good to see, let's go out."
Liu Qi and others had no choice but to wait outside.
Zhao Yun closed the door, looked around, and patted the wall. It was so hard that he shook his head and gave up.
He touched the tables, chairs and wooden boards again, and they were also very hard. Zhao Yun shook his head and gave up again.
Finally, Zhao Yun's eyes fell on a vase. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. He felt that it was not too heavy and the thickness was about the right amount.
"That's it."
Zhao Yun muttered, closed his eyes, and then hit himself in the head.
The officials outside have been waiting, but when the time for the court came, no one came to the palace. Although the officials were helpless, they could only wait quietly.
In the side hall of Chui Gong Hall, Empress Dowager Yang was also impatient and unhappy. She said to Jia Chong: "What's going on? Why haven't the officials come yet? Jia Chong, go and have a look."
"yes."
Jia Chong turned around and left.
Outside the hall, Shi Miyuan frowned dissatisfied and winked at Li Zhixiao, the Minister of Punishment. Li Zhixiao understood the idea and quietly found a small yellow gate and ordered him to see what was going on.