Yang Weishang was thinking about something at this time. When he saw Qian Min approaching, he sighed silently in his heart, and then said indifferently: "I don't know, but it was probably the trouble of those assassins some time ago."

Hearing Yang Weishang's cold tone, Qian Min couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He would smile no matter how Yang Weishang was in his mood. Why did he be so indifferent to himself today?

And there is another point. He couldn't see clearly when he was far away just now. Standing next to Yang Weishang, he suddenly realized that Yang Weishang seemed much younger?

Qian Min carefully looked at Yang Weishang and found that Yang Weishang was not young. His appearance did not change much, mainly because of a huge change in spirit. If Yang Weishang looked like an old man with a deep breath before, then Yang Weishang's mental state at this moment seemed to be a full-bodied middle-aged man.

Qian Min, who was a little puzzled in his heart, subconsciously ignored Yang Weishang's attitude and asked curiously: "Old Yang Ge, do you seem to be much younger?"

Hearing Qian Min’s question, Yang Weishang said with a little deeper meaning: “If you have to be busy with more things, you will naturally have to be younger.”

"If you have to be busy with too many things, you will become younger? What is the reason?"

Qian Min secretly whispered in her heart, was this old guy pretending to be for others to see? Or is this old guy's life not long ago, and now he is looking back?

Just as the two of them were vain and slandering each other, the truly dead Wang Fucheng came over.

The moment he saw Wang Fucheng, Qian Min instantly stopped temptation to Yang Weishang and looked at Wang Fucheng with a little concern, "Mr. Wang, are you okay?"

Of course, he did not really care about Wang Fucheng, but was more like he was doing it so as not to make any irrational actions under his mentality.

Looking at Qian Min's slightly flattering concern, Wang Fucheng couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart, but when he thought of his descendants, he forcibly endured this disgust and said lightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, there will be no problem."

Listening to Wang Fucheng's pun, Qian Min felt a little relaxed. In his opinion, as long as Wang Fucheng came out to push the jar, this matter would basically not involve him anymore.

After all, if Wang Fucheng and Dong Lin were included, the officials in the court would be almost half killed by Mo Zizai. Even if Mo Zizai had any clues, he could not kill all the officials in the court.

If all the officials in the court were killed, not to mention who worked for the court, just saying that their disciples and officials who were all over the world could make the Great Zhou chaotic in an instant.

No matter how crazy Mo Zizai is, he would not have done such an unwise move.

As for the settlement after autumn, Mo Zizai will probably do it, but it's still a long time. He lost this time, but who will win in the future may still be the case.

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed across Qian Min's eyes. Before, because the old guys in Jiangnan felt that it was nothing to do, one or two were unwilling to work hard, and they all wanted to use others as guns.

Now Mo Zizai has pacified the aristocratic family in Nanjun and re-established the Yuzhisi. In the face of the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, the old guys will definitely not be able to sit still.

As long as they are willing to work hard, Mo Zizai, who only has tens of thousands of Yulin Army, will not be able to jump for too long.

As for the Yuzhi Army, Qian Min didn't take him seriously at all. Although there are now 10,000 people, except for the more than 2,000 warriors in the Yuzhi Army headquarters, the rest are just farmers who have just put down their hoes, which is not enough to worry about.

"But I have to find a way to leave the capital."

Qian Min thought silently in his mind that the whole court has now become a one-man ceremony for Mo Zizai. He had little hope of staying in the capital and moving to Mo Zizai. If Mo Zizai was dealt with in other ways, if Mo Zizai failed in the battle, he would probably kill him and directly sacrifice the flag, so he had to consider a way out for himself.

Otherwise, if you move to Mo Zizai and get yourself in, you will suffer a huge loss.

Just as Qian Min was thinking about his retreat in his heart, time slowly came to the hour of court. As the gate of the Golden Palace opened, all officials led by Yang Weishang entered one after another.

But when they stepped into the Golden Palace, all the officials couldn't help but feel shocked.

Because in the center of the Golden Palace, in addition to Tang Weiyi sitting on the dragon throne, a dragon throne was also placed next to it.

In the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a situation where the two emperors joined together, which was also considered a tradition of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, the ministers did not care about the extra dragon throne. What they really care about was Mo Zizai sitting on the dragon throne.

Since Mo Zizai came out of the imperial tomb, he has come to court twice. The first time he killed corpses everywhere in the court, and this is the second time.

Looking at Mo Zizai sitting on the dragon throne with a dragon in the sword and a big golden sword, some ministers who knew the inside story couldn't help but turn their heads and look at Wang Fucheng. Looking at Mo Zizai's posture, Wang Fucheng is probably in danger today.

However, these people didn't dare to look at each other for a long time. After glanced at Wang Fucheng, they immediately took it back. Then they all took out their ancestral skills and became wooden men in the court with their eyes and noses.

There were hundreds of officials in the court, but no one made a sound at this moment. The Golden Palace seemed extremely quiet, and even a needle could be heard.

"Why, why are you so quiet today?"

Mo Zizai leaned on his sword with both hands, looked at the civil and military officials in the court, and said lightly: "I have been on the war for so long and have finally come back. Isn't anyone trying to say anything?"

No one talked to the Golden Palace, and the atmosphere was a little silent for a moment. Just now, a flattering voice suddenly sounded in the hall, "The prince has achieved literary and military virtues, destroys the rebels in one battle, and promotes the power of our Great Zhou army. This is the blessing of our Great Zhou. Under your leadership, our Great Zhou will surely reach its peak again!"

"Um?"

Mo Zizai looked over in surprise and found that the person who was talking was the round-faced Honglu Temple Temple Minister. This guy saw that he had good eyesight and saw that he was a little unlucky, so he flattered him at a glance.

But Mo Zizai's heart was full of murderous intent and had no intention of paying attention to him, so he just looked at him coldly and withdrew his gaze.

After saying these words, the Minister of the Honglu Temple Temple found that none of the civil and military officials agreed with him, and even Mo Zizai said nothing. This made him feel a little embarrassed. However, feeling the empress's satisfied gaze on the dragon throne, the Minister of the Honglu Temple Temple suddenly knew that he had done nothing wrong this time.

It doesn’t matter if Mo Zizai flatters or not, as long as the empress is satisfied.

He saw clearly that although Mo Zizai had the final say in this court, Mo Zizai didn't take much care of the matter. The empress who was in charge of the matter liked to protect Mo Zizai, so as long as she flattered Mo Zizai, she could satisfy the empress. If the empress was satisfied, could she lose the benefits of the Honglu Temple?

Just when the ministers of Honglu Temple were a little proud, a person suddenly came out of the queue of ministers below.
Chapter completed!