Fan Changping completely understood what cold meant today. In order to keep warm, he insisted on moving in the living room.
Unfortunately, his body was getting more and more exhausted. Just as he was leaning against the pillar and falling asleep, he found that the two officials were actually making small moves.
They covered the mouth of an official who was hugging them for warmth with their hands, trying to send him home quickly.
Fan Changpingyuan planned to step forward to stop them, but for some reason, looking at the actions of the two of them, he swallowed back the words that were already on his lips.
Fan Changping closed his eyes silently. It turned out that he was not as upright as he thought.
About half an hour later, Fan Changping was woken up by the young eunuch: "Master Fan, Master Fan."
Fan Changping opened his eyes and looked at the little eunuch blankly. Is he still alive? He is actually still alive.
In a daze, Fan Changping actually felt like he was in another world.
The young eunuchs bowed respectfully to Fan Changping: "Master Fan, four adults left last night, and now someone has gone to their home to report their funeral.
His Highness ordered that the news that an emergency broke out in the palace last night and that your lords stayed up all night to study state affairs has been communicated to their families.
After you, your lords, have taken care of today's state affairs, you can take away the cotton-padded clothes you took off yesterday and leave on your own."
When he heard that four people had died, Fan Changping moved his mouth to ask who it was, but his throat was so hot that he couldn't make any sound at all.
Even his head felt dizzy, and his hands and feet had no strength at all.
Knowing that he probably had a high fever, Fan Changping calmed down for a while and then asked with difficulty: "Where is the official document."
Seeing Fan Changping's cooperative appearance, the young eunuch smiled happily and asked the four large boxes of memorials to be brought in: "In this case, it will be a hard work for you, my lords."
The other officials who are still alive are not in any better condition than Fan Changping.
Thinking that they would be able to go back after their work was over, the officials cheered up and started reviewing the memorials.
In the past, what they felt in front of the memorial was the satisfaction of controlling other people's livelihoods or lives.
But today, correcting memorials has become a burden.
Even from last night to now, the words left by Yu Guang kept echoing in their minds: "If I give you rights, you are the most powerful officials in the dynasty. If I don't give you rights, you are nothing."
They seem to be really nothing
The high fever affected work efficiency, and officials stayed up until night to finish processing all official documents.
In the meantime, people kept fainting, but those little eunuchs had obviously been trained in the palace, and they were mainly ruthless.
Whenever an official fainted, they would be carried out, drank a bowl of hot soup, and then slapped their faces with snow.
If they still don't wake up, put snow into their clothes and pants to help them wake up as soon as possible.
Under such pressure, Fan Changping finally led everyone to approve all the memorials.
But just as they were about to leave, a submissive and respectful voice suddenly came to their ears: "Master Fan, Your Highness has an edict, and state affairs are the top priority. Your Highness doesn't want you to have a vacation tomorrow. If you don't see me during the day,
My Lords, Your Highness would not mind bringing new blood to the cabinet tomorrow night."
Fan Changping smiled bitterly and cupped his hands to Shunyi, and at the same time kowtowed in the direction of Yu Guang's bedroom.
Their queen is really afraid that they don't know their place in the queen's heart.
In this position, they are actually nothing.
That night, the capital was once again in chaos, with people having trouble and people calling for doctors. It seemed like half of the city was in motion.
Ye Weibin asked others to close the window tightly, and he sat in front of the unfinished chessboard: "I can't understand the situation in the capital more and more."
Sitting opposite him was a woman wearing a black hooded cloak.
Hearing Ye Weibin's words, the woman stretched out her slender white hands, picked up a black chess piece and put it on the chessboard: "You are interesting. You have lived in the capital for half a year, but you still don't want to go back to the palace. Could it be that you are close to home?"
cowardly."
The white and shiny fingers are crystal clear against the black chess pieces, making people unable to take their eyes off them.
But Ye Weibin had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his face became more and more gloomy: "The capital has changed too much, and I can't act rashly."
The woman's red lips hidden in the cloak slowly raised: "Is it the changes in the capital that are too great, or the changes in the Queen's empress that are so great that I can scare you so much that you don't even dare to enter the palace to face her."
Ye Weibin's voice was impatient: "Don't make fun of my mother."
Why is the queen mother still alive? There is news that the queen mother imprisoned the father, created a cabinet, and used the cabinet to oust the royal family.
This was completely different from what he remembered. How could he dare to return to the palace if he didn't understand what happened?
Ye Weibin's memory is a bit confusing, and there are always a lot of memories that are not his own added to his mind inexplicably.
Those things were like omens of the future, constantly telling him how to behave.
When he was a child, his memory told him not to tell the truth to anyone, otherwise he would be drowned by his father's own hands.
As he grew older, his memory told him that his fate with his mother was called fighting for fate.
In other words, when he reaches the age of twenty, he and his mother will only have one person left to live.
If he died first, his mother would live a long life, but if his mother died first, he would only live an extra three or four years.
Ye Weibin didn't want to die. Besides, he had such a powerful talent. As long as he saved his life first, he would definitely find a way to save his life.
Therefore, Ye Weibin decisively chose to send his mother on her way.
Sure enough, after Ye Weibin made his choice, the context of his memory became clearer.
As a son of man, he cannot take the initiative to kill his mother, but he can add fuel to the flames.
In order to survive, Ye Weibin adhered to one purpose: he must not get close to his mother, he must not take the initiative to talk to his mother, and he must make his mother feel that he is a stupid son.
And communicate with other concubines when there is nothing to do. These women can help him do a lot of things.
Everything was fine originally, and the queen mother was indeed dead.
But Ye Weibin found that his precognitive ability also disappeared with the death of his mother. This was not good news.
As soon as his ability disappeared, he ran back as fast as possible. As soon as he returned to the capital, he got the news that his mother had been brought back to life by the grace of God.
This made Ye Weibin feel terrified. He had a vague feeling that the reason why his abilities suddenly disappeared was related to his mother's resurrection from the dead.
After all, he watched his mother die before his eyes. Could this be the so-called struggle for life? What his mother was competing with was not only her life, but also his ability to predict things.
In any case, when the situation was unclear, he really didn't have the courage to return to the palace.
Seeing Ye Weibin's reluctance, the woman threw the chess pieces in her hands into the chess box: "I feel that today's game of chess will never be finished. Your Highness, let's continue another day."