Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Zhao Wenhua's anxious look, as if Yan Song was his biological father, even Yan Shifan was frightened.

Xia Yan and others on the other side watched Yan Song fall to the ground in amazement, and were also worried. At this time, several officials stepped forward and quickly lifted Yan Song up and sent him to the Imperial Hospital for treatment. Yan Shifan naturally followed his group to temporarily leave the front court.

At this time, the hall gate opened.

Huang Jin stood outside the door and shouted: "Xuan, all the ministers entered the hall!"

Huang Jin's voice was loud, his face was rosy, his expression was calm and generous, and he was three points of humility and seven points of self-control. He was no less than the demeanor of the cabinet ministers. No wonder he received the favor of Shizong for many years.

The incident just now made the ministers think in their minds that they entered the hall in turn according to their grades.

Zhu Hougui was wearing a green Taoist robe, wearing a bay leaf crown, holding an exquisite copper hammer, and knocked seven times on the bronze chime. The sound of clear Yue echoed in the hall and slowly walked out of the back hall.

This elegant demeanor and a kind and intimate smile on his face, he looks like a Taoist priest and like the butler of an ordinary family.

However, hiding under the skin, there is an unknown ruthlessness and majesty, and it belongs to the emperor and has no other family.

The ministers in the lower court bowed and bowed one after another: "Your Majesty, the Holy Majesty."

Zhu Houcan sat calmly on the dragon pedestal in the middle, holding the lifelike dragon head and playing with the small copper hammer, and laughing: "It's all the humerus of the country, what's the noise?"

Huang Jingong smiled and said, "Your Majesty, it was Shangshu Yan who passed by and only shouted a few times outside."

"Ha." Zhu Houying smiled and said, "Is he... a disease caused by overwork or a premonition?"

Huang Jin pursed her lips and said, "I can't say it."

Zhu Houren's face slowly froze, and his indifferent eyes suddenly sterned. He raised his fingers and pointed at Qin Fu, then pointed at Xia Yan and said, "Your East Factory still has a cabinet, so it's time to rectify it."

Qin Fu and Xia Yan bowed their heads exactly the same, and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhu Houqiu snorted coldly, completely missing the smile just now. He glanced coldly over the two of them, raised his eyes and handed the copper hammer to Huang Jin, and then said: "I heard that some refugees came from Shanxi Road. Has anyone received the memorial from the Zhengxian Office of Shanxi Chengxuan? What's going on?"

Qu Luangong replied: "Your Majesty, I only received a memorial from Li Qingqiu this morning, saying that Datong Prefecture was attacked by the northern captives a few years ago, causing the people to be displaced, and Shanxi lost more than 3.5 million taels of silver."

"Datong Mansion Mutiny?" Zhu Hou's eyes turned slightly, glanced at the Jinyiwei who was guarding the ceremonial guard behind him, and seemed to smile. Then he turned his eyes and asked in a stern manner: "Why did the matter before the New Year report to the court? Where is the Dushiwei Office of Datong Mansion? Who is Li Qingqiu sheltering?"

Shen Liangcai, the director of the official department, took a step forward and said suddenly: "Your Majesty, Qiu Luan, the general of Datong, reported a report that he had strangled the Northern Barbarians and Dongyi last year. After verification, the official department found that many of the so-called "Northern Barbarians and Dongyi" had their hair tied up."

Hair-burned?

The Northern Barbarians and Eastern Yi are all horse-drawn ethnic groups, most of whom have braided their hair or shaved their heads. Only Han people will tie their hair!

How dare Qiu Luan use the Han people as the Northern Barbarians and Eastern Yi to seek merit?

All the ministers thought that Zhu Houcan would get angry, and everyone was silent, wishing they could stop breathing in order not to be affected. Only then did everyone understand why Yan Song fainted.

Zhu Houcong looked at Chen Liangcai without blinking his eyes and asked, "Where did the Shuhai Beilu come from?"

Chen Liangcai didn't raise his head and replied: "After verified, Qiu Luan privately divided the unowned land and turned it into his own. He sent the soldiers under his command to plow the fields, resulting in the soldiers and generals having no combat power. When they faced the battle, there were many casualties and they still had no reports. The Northern Barbarians with their hair were the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who died but did not report them!"

Zhu Houguan's pupils shrank slightly and asked again: "Qiu Luan is bold and reckless, why is the officials unaware of it?"

No one expected that Zhu Houcan would say such words, and not ask about the guilt of Qiu Luan, but first ask about the blame of the official department. Could it be that it is for the sake of Shangshu Yan?

At this moment, Yan Shifan had already rushed back from the Imperial Hospital. When he heard this passage outside the door, he felt a sense of support. He had completely forgotten his father's instructions just now. His Majesty was devoted to the Yan family. Why should he be so mean to those old men?

He stood quietly outside the door and smiled, walked into the hall gate without squinting his eyes, only looking down at Zhu Hougui, leaning over to salute.

"My dear Yan Shifan asked His Majesty for the Holy Majesty." He was used to smiling with a three-point smile on his face, and he said this, just like his handsome and handsome appearance, with a slight and refreshing voice.

Zhu Houcon waved slightly and said, "How about Fenyi?"

Yan Song’s hometown is in Fenyi, Jiangxi, and Zhu Houyuan is a love name that expresses closeness.

Yan Shifan said: "The imperial physician said that his father became ill after overwork and needed to rest for a while."

As soon as these words were said, Zhu Houren's face changed suddenly. As his expression changed, Yan Shifan took out a green poem from his sleeve. The elegant small characters written in vermilion paint on the green vine paper were sprinkled with thousands of words, making people look pleasing to the eye.

This matter has not been discussed yet, who will Yan Shifan show this hypocritical attitude?

Xia Yan's breath was pressing on his chest, and his face immediately changed and he was about to get angry.

Seeing that Qu Luan beside him was not good, he only coughed lightly because he had long wings on both sides of his head crown blocking him.

Xia Yan's chest was fluttering in an emergency, his face was flushed, he pressed his breath and lowered his head.

Yes, it has changed a long time ago.

The era of literati and officials as respected has passed.

Nowadays, no matter how well you read poetry and hold a high position, as long as your Majesty is unhappy, you can push you outside Zuoshun's door and take the blame.

It has changed long ago.

Your Majesty is no longer the young man who worked hard to govern the country back then.

He himself is no longer in the heart of the emperor.

Yes, it has changed a long time ago.

Xia Yan lowered his head, feeling like he was burned by fire, his eyes were dry and dry, unable to cry but unable to suppress his anger.

He, Xia Yan, is the only minister, and is upright. Everything will change from today on.

Yan Shifan, not far away, shook his sleeves, put them on green vine paper, and said with a smile: "This is the green poem that my father only completed last night. Please give it to Your Majesty."

Zhu Houhuang narrowed his eyes, tilted his body, and asked lightly: "Donglou, have you ever studied the Book of Filial Piety?"

Yan Shifan was an official from the Imperial College. Although he had not passed the imperial examination, his knowledge and talent were no less than that of the students in front of the palace. The Book of Filial Piety was a textbook for elementary school children to recite.

As soon as these words were said, Yan Shifan's expression, who was still a little proud, changed slightly, and then he knelt down on the ground in fear and fear: "Filial piety is the foundation of virtue and the origin of teaching."
Chapter completed!