Then Long Live Lord nodded and said with a sudden look on his face: "Oh... I remembered that this happened for a reason and was excusable."
This scene made the officials look at it eagerly.
I couldn't help but scream in my heart.
Judging from Long Live Master's intentions, he clearly wants to excuse Shen Lie.
Now the officials were anxious and couldn't hold their breath anymore, so they all went out and shouted: "Your Majesty, you can't!"
"I think this is an unacceptable example, and I would like to ask Shen Lie to be punished for the crime of disrespect!"
"I second the proposal!"
Noisy.
A cold snort came from the royal chariot.
The insidious voice of Lord Long Live sounded, and he said displeasedly: "I don't know, please clarify my doubts, my people are in fire and water, is it possible... Is it wrong for me to send people to provide disaster relief?"
The implication.
Is it more important to go to court or to provide disaster relief?
"According to the wishes of your ministers, my people have suffered a disaster. Shouldn't I send people to provide relief?"
This is a bit cold.
The words fell.
The officials became quiet, and they all suppressed their blushes, but they did not dare to refute. Of course, disaster relief was more important than the previous court...
The people of the Ming Dynasty are of course more important than the previous dynasty.
In the face of righteousness.
Who dares to refute?
This is what the court gatherings of this era were like.
Although messy.
Partisanship is rampant.
But no matter which party wants to criticize the other party, it must first occupy the moral high ground, stand on the high ground of justice and honor, and then grab the other party's pigtails and hammer them to death.
at this time.
Looking at the fat and fair face of Master Long Live, and the fierceness in his smile, all the officials knew that they could not say any more.
The pigtails were not caught.
If we continue talking...
That was the outcome of a disagreement, dismissal, removal from office, and dragging him out to beat the imperial staff. Although the emperor was young, he was absolutely unambiguous when it came to wielding the imperial staff.
So the ministers secretly looked at Zhang Siwei in the front row. Seeing that Mr. Zhang Ge had no reaction, the ministers had no choice but to swallow their anger.
Keep your mouth shut about this matter.
With one sentence that convinced Yan Guan, Zhu Yijun felt very happy and looked around at the ministers with a pair of majestic eyes.
This taste.
It’s so refreshing!
soon.
Zhu Yijun was satisfied and ordered to Zhang Jianxiu: "Since it is an impeachment of hundreds of officials, we cannot ignore it. Zhang Aiqing, you... go and personally summon Shen Lie to the palace to see him."
This was what Zhang Jianxiu was waiting for. He bowed quickly, left Wu Xun's team, and walked slowly outside the palace gate.
It looks like.
He was not in a hurry, and his steps were even somewhat leisurely.
Okay.
This time.
The officials were in an uproar again. They looked at Zhang Jianxiu's unhurried steps. He hadn't walked out of the Meridian Gate for a long time, and then looked up at the big sun in the sky.
I couldn't help but feel miserable in my heart.
The monarch and his ministers sang and harmonized each other, which was obviously intentional.
On this hot day, are you walking so slowly?
How many steps can you take to die?
Wait until you, Mr. Zhang, walk slowly from the Jinshui Bridge to the Meridian Gate, then ride your horse along the crowded streets to the outside of the west gate of the imperial city.
Then go find Shen Lie who ran away to who knows where.
Then he was sent to the palace for an audience.
Good guy!
This time comes again and again, and you won't be able to get back for a few hours!
Who can live with this?
Although Yan Guan Qingliu of this era was extremely powerful in combat, he could hold court meetings for several days without changing his face or heartbeat.
But this?
The weather is also too hot.
The adults were a little frightened, but there was nothing they could do. This was the nature of the party struggle. There was no turning back, so everyone had no choice but to endure it under the bright sun.
then.
The Jinshui Bridge became eerily quiet.
In the Imperial Garden not far away, Cicada screamed desperately, and the sweaty adults kept wiping their sweat and fanning the flames...
But it was still miserable.
At this moment.
Then I saw Lord Long Live, who was sitting in the royal chariot, raising his head and looking at the canopy above his head. The corners of his sparse beard raised slightly, revealing a sneer.
That look seemed to be saying.
I'm not in a hurry.
The canopy above my head is big and round, covering a large area of shade, and there are eunuchs behind me fanning the wind.
I'm not hot at all!
even.
Zhu Yijun looked to the left and right, then to the front, and saw the old and dim-eyed British father-in-law. He seemed to be unable to stand it any longer.
then.
Long live the Lord then told Feng Bao beside him: "Feng Daban... you ask someone to call the British Duke over and find a chair."
The British prince is over seventy years old, and I am really afraid that something might happen to him.
Feng Bao hurriedly responded, led the people, stepped forward and helped the old Duke over, and then accompanied the British Duke to hide under the emperor's canopy.
This scene made the officials almost furious!
Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? There are several old censors in Yanguan who are still fighting in their sixties or seventies. They are only a few years younger than the British Duke.
Isn't it clear that the emperor favors Wu Xun?
But there is no way.
Although the ministers were dissatisfied, the British Duke was older and more senior, and the emperor was considerate of his veterans, so no one could find fault with him!
Soon the sun was in the sky, and those who were exposed to the sun were sweating profusely.
Suffering.
An hour passed.
I was getting impatient to wait. The old British man sitting in the shade had already begun to doze off, and after a while he started snoring...
The slight snore sounded.
See this scene.
The civil servants were furious.
Hot, anxious, and anxious.
I could only curse this damn thief in my heart. There were really no clouds in the sky, which made everyone stick out their tongues like dogs.
But I looked back at the empty Meridian Gate.
Still not here.
At this moment.
Zhu Yijun, who was sitting under the canopy, suppressed a smile. He was so happy. He had known these little tricks were so effective.
What kind of imperial stick is this?
The 19-year-old Wanli Master seemed to have understood the true meaning. No wonder Emperor Wu Zong wanted to re-employ people like Liu Jin, and also let Liu Jin entangle with the ruffians in the folk, and created something like eight tigers and eight cats.
It seems that dealing with these officials is clear.
Removal from office, beating the imperial staff, these upright methods are of no use. Apart from confiscating the family and exterminating the clan, this unpopular method has to be used.
How did you say that?
When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain.
Now that I have finally figured it out, I have to do what Shen Lie said and must not reason with these people. In fact...
Zhu Yijun sat down seriously. He felt that being an emperor in this era was actually a physical job.
This is no lie.
These people.
Every day he was thinking about different ways to torture him as the emperor, such as the smelly and long court meetings, and constant spitting.
If he doesn't nod, he will play endlessly.
He was not allowed to sleep or calm down.
If the emperor of this age is weak in physical strength, he really can't use up these officials!
Ever since.
Another hour passed, and two hours passed...
It was almost noon.
Several elders at the Yushitai finally couldn't hold on any longer. They rolled their eyelids and fell straight down, foaming at the mouth on the spot.
"Why?"
In an uproar.
Long live the Lord suddenly stood up from the dragon chair, stretched his neck to take a look, and hurriedly pretended to order: "Quick, call the imperial doctor!"
