It was a sunny day on the second day of the lunar month.
The emperor woke up very early.
In other words, he barely slept at all throughout the night.
On the official day, something terrible happened.
He became extremely angry when he thought about it.
What does Wu Yanzhuang eat?
He trusted Wu Yanzhuang so much that he even handed the Imperial Guard into his hands.
Wu Yanzhuang showed him this?
Divine punishment? Natural disaster? Man-made disaster? What Qi did? His country’s rebellion?
There was nothing he wanted to hear.
Because these all mean ominous.
The young eunuch brought a cup of ginseng tea. He took it, but found that his hands were shaking badly.
The teacup trembled in the saucer and made a clinking sound.
He blinked, trying to steady himself.
But the teacup fell over and fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
The young eunuch was so frightened that his face turned pale and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed silently.
"Useless things!"
The great eunuch Li Shiliang came in and asked people to drag the young eunuch out.
From the beginning to the end, the little eunuch never cried out that he was wronged. He was as silent as death.
Li Shiliang changed a gold cup, filled the ginseng tea again and handed it over: "This is brewed by the imperial concubine herself."
The golden cup was steady, and although the emperor's hands were still shaking, they were no longer so weak.
He quickly drank up the ginseng tea and said coldly: "Where are the people?"
Li Shiliang said: "They are all waiting outside. It's just that His Royal Highness Prince Xinling fell down last night and lost his breath. He hasn't woken up yet."
The emperor was furious: "Why did he fall? Has the imperial doctor seen it? How come he hasn't woken up yet? Is it serious?"
Li Shiliang said cautiously: "Some people abducted Mu Yunhan's sister and the eldest daughter of General Wu's family. His Royal Highness Prince Xinling led his people to rescue them, but accidentally fell down.
The priest has looked at it and said that there is no serious problem and he will wake up soon. The imperial doctor has also looked at it and said that there is no serious problem and there are no internal injuries."
The emperor sneered: "Everything has to do with Gu Fenglin."
He was referring to what Gu Fenglin did on stage, directing the unrest at the people of Qi who were seriously dissatisfied.
I always feel that I have been betrayed. You must know that Gu Fenglin usually follows his wishes and is friendly with Qi Zhao.
He suddenly did such a thing, it was like stabbing him in the back.
Li Shiliang lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
The emperor was silent for a moment and said: "Where is Gu Yilan? If such a thing happened, where is he, the Minister of Taichang Temple? He is not qualified at all!"
Li Shiliang said bravely: "Master Gu...is missing...he went out to watch the lanterns last night and never returned.
The last person who saw him was the Minister of War, who said he was standing alone on the street. The Gu family is currently searching everywhere for his whereabouts."
There was a loud "clang" sound, indicating that the emperor couldn't bear his anger and smashed the imperial inkstone.
"Tell them to get in!"
More than a dozen ministers filed in, faintly divided into four factions, each with a ferocious look on their faces, and regarded each other as enemies.
One faction is headed by King Xinling, Jiang Shichao, another is headed by Gu Fenglin, and the other is headed by Prime Minister Meng.
There is another group, such as Wu Yanzhuang, who has no party or friends, takes the emperor as the core, and discusses matters as they arise.
Of course, such people often have the most difficult lives.
The emperor looked at them coldly and said, "Who comes first?"
Jiang Shichao winked.
A censor jumped out and pointed at Gu Fenglin, filled with righteous indignation: "Your Majesty, I want to accuse the priests of interfering in politics and allowing family members to collude with traitors to win people's hearts. His heart should be punished!"
This is a very serious accusation, which is equivalent to directly accusing Gu Fenglin of planning what happened last night. (To be continued)