Appreciation of excerpts from the Tribulation in the Lower World of Antarctica (excerpted from the original article "The Tyrant's Wife Controls: The Useless Crazy Queen")
"Are you sleepy?"
"..."
Mo Zihan's irrelevant question made Yi Wuchen not know how to answer it.
"I'm not sleepy at all tonight. If you don't want to sleep either, go get some wine. I'll bake some food in the yard to go with the wine. I'm drinking, eating and chatting with my friends under the moonlight.
Isn’t it wonderful? Besides, you bring us so many ingredients every now and then that we can’t even finish them, so many of them are piled up in the kitchen and spoiled.”
"I'll go right away!"
Yi Wuchen's joy was beyond words. In order to rush for time, he even used Qinggong and flew away, just to come back quickly.
The celestial clock rang in the distance, and hundreds of officials entered the palace to pay their respects.
Within the tall palace walls, the Royal Guards lined up in neat ranks, patrolling every corner of the palace with vigorous steps. The tips of their spears and armor sparkled in the sun, silently swearing the nobility and majesty of the palace. Ziyun Zhui
The dragon flag flutters in the wind, a patchwork of green tiles and glazed tiles, red walls, green trees, and exquisitely carved jade bridges are all extremely luxurious.
Set against the backdrop of the 57-step jade staircase, the Xuanzheng Palace is even more majestic. On the two thick and tall jade pillars outside the palace gate, two flying dragons with fangs and claws are carved respectively, symbolizing the supreme imperial power.
But inside the Xuanzheng Hall, there was an uproar.
The ministers talked to themselves one after another, their faces turned red, and they completely ignored the fact that the face of the man sitting on the throne was no longer as dark as usual.
If you listen carefully, you will find that it is not a dispute between the ministers over something at all, but that after almost a certain minister made his remarks, the others either did not speak, or they all followed the minister's wishes.
He continued to talk, with impassioned words and fiery words, until the emperor made a decision according to the minister's wishes.
This kind of court discussion and this situation has lasted for three full months.
Yuchi Haotian couldn't help but wonder, whose world belongs to him?
Not wanting to look at these old talkers anymore, an angry "Retreat" made the impassioned ministers stunned, and their voices suddenly stopped.
It wasn't until the emperor walked away without a trace that they all came back to their senses and stared at each other, not knowing why the emperor was angry.
After thinking about it, he discussed it with the ministers and workers on the side. After confirming that it had nothing to do with him, they left one after another.
Walking down the 57-step jade staircase, everyone looks majestic, with red heads and colorful flowers, as if they are the masters of the world.
Yuchi Haotian strolled in the imperial garden depressedly. Except for the evergreen plants and the plum blossoms that bloomed in winter, everything here had withered. The usual colorful colors were now just a single green. Just like the court hall today.
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From a friend's point of view, he knew that it was unethical to demote Mo Liwei to the position of governor of Changzhou and leave Mo Xuehan in the capital.
Mo Zihan's suicide by taking poison was her personal act, and Mo Liwei and Mo Xuehan should not have known about it at the beginning.
What's more, he truly regarded Mo Xuehan as his friend and brother.
Brothers are like brothers and sisters, and women are like clothes. Although he likes Mo Zihan, Mo Xuehan, the brother who protects his country, is more important in his heart.