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Chapter 811 Evil Road Qi (Fifteen)

The gate of the gully garden is wide and deep, and it is protected by Mr. Li Jingsi, and the pawns who come and go must give two or three points of face, so it is very peaceful.

Xue Ling's dormitory is in the far south, and it is very quiet.After fighting all night, hearing that everything was settled, he muttered to urge Yibai not to come again, and let her sleep for a few hours.

A gust of breeze drowned out the sound of closing the door, Yibai walked out of the house with a smile, he should also go back to catch a good sleep.Today is the sixteenth year, the sun is sunny and everything is fine.

Wei Lang finally sealed the imperial decree. The former minister Huang Jingmin conspired against the three clans.

In fact, before dawn, this imperial edict had already been drawn up, but it was not sent out for a long time.The father-in-law dragged the edict to proclaim the edict, and Wei Lang hit the Dragon Seal heavily on another edict.

Not long after, dozens of imperial guards hurried out of the city, intending to go to various places near Beijing to arrest the descendants of the Huang family.But the pavilions in the palace are plain and the buildings are floating in silk. The emperor wants to bury Xue Niangzi with the honor of the empress.

Although there is no court affairs today, the emperor's words are still quickly spread to the ears of civil and military officials.The two decrees were earth-shattering, and before the end of time, a large group of courtiers and officials gathered outside the palace gate of the Sixian Hall, bustling with people, demanding to see the emperor and admonishing each other with their orders.

Although Xue Niangzi gave birth to a dragon descendant, but the queen is still there today, how can she surpass the legal system of her ancestors and enjoy the glory in vain?The emperor's deep love is acceptable, but the etiquette is not compatible, and Yu Lun is not allowed.

The imperial guards blocked the door tightly, and no one was let in.When Xue Li came out of the palace, she saw Wu Yangyang, her former colleague, kneeling.

When asked what was the matter, Master Zhang of the Ministry of Rituals made a start, saying that if the emperor did not take back his order, these courtiers would not be able to get up for a day.

Xue Li looked up at the sky, the sun was a bit dazzling today.The lord Zhang asked very loudly: "The ministers are begging to meet His Majesty but can't. Why did Lord Xiao Jiang come out of the Hall of Sixers?"

After finishing speaking, everyone raised their heads to look at Xue Li.Xue Li lowered her head instead, and said in a low voice: "To tell the truth, Mr. Zhang, my father... my father went away last night."

"Ah Master Jiang"

Xue Li smiled with red eyes, lightly arched her hands and said, "Your lords are loyal, I should be here to advance and retreat with you, but...my father"

"Master Xiao Jiang, go back quickly, we are here, and we will never let His Majesty get caught up in his emotions and become infamous through the ages."

The echoing voices all urged Xue Li to come back earlier.Jiang Hong has a lord in his body, and when there is a funeral, he should report to the emperor. No wonder he came out of the palace.

Xue Li cupped his hands again, and left as promised, his figure showing his desolation.When he walked away, there was a joke in the crowd: "Master Xiaojiang is not here, maybe it's better."

There were three or two snickers, and the atmosphere in front of the palace gate became less dignified.Someone asked: "Why is Jiang Hong gone? Didn't you see He Yuan's miracle doctor go to his house last time?"

"There must be a genius doctor in the world, and Mr. Huang can make us kneel here."

Things went round and round, as if back to the original point.Even though the news of Jiang Hong's death dragged everyone's thoughts further away, after a few words, the conversation still came back to the present.

What happened to the Huang family was because Mr. Huang Xuzhou was gone.

And what happened to them was because the Huang family was gone.

The Huang family is gone, and there is no way to recover.But Lady Xue has not been buried yet, so the battle between monarch and minister must be won no matter what.

Another person looked around and said: "Why don't you see Master Su, Mr. Su? He lives a little far away, so he should be here. Could it be that you didn't send someone to pass on the message?"

"What's the use of preaching about him? When did he refute the emperor?"

"This statement is biased. Although Master Su is a loyal minister, he is also a direct minister. He must not allow it."

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, but Su Fu didn't come in the end.Together with the rest of the people who should have come but did not come, the news spread to all the people.Last night, the rebellious party killed Wang Tuzhong, the prince surnamed Wei was left with only one well-off king, and seven or eight ministers in the court also lost their lives. Master Su's life is hanging by a thread, and his life or death is still unknown.

Maybe it was because they had knelt for too long. Hearing these things, everyone was a little dizzy, and they no longer had the heart of worrying about the country, the people, and the emperor in the morning.The shadow on the ground moved from the side to the front of the body, and then whispered to each other, but it was not about Xue Niangzi.but...

Huang Jingmin, do you really have this heart?What a fool!

The sun was setting in the west, Xue Ling turned over, felt the ice cold with his fingers, opened his eyes and sat up instantly.Seeing that he was in the Heyuan room, he slowly fell on his back and lay down for a while with his eyes open.

The important ministers outside the Sixian Hall had knelt for a long time, the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, several palace people came out to persuade him, Xiaozhi moved him with emotion and reasoned.

Youdao is a king and an ordinary person. Look at what kind of life the sage is living today.The justifiable queen is the daughter of Huo thief.The mother who took care of her life was the younger sister of the Huang family.After finally looking forward to a son, he almost gave his life in exchange for him.

Lonely and widowed, he has already done it, and in this palace, only Lady Xue is a sweetheart, right?It's all dead, isn't it just a grave.The affairs of the harem are the emperor's family affairs. If you care about your heart, can't you adults let this go?
Can't let it go, Mr. Zhang speaks righteously.You are the son of heaven and the father of the world, how can ordinary people talk about it?If you use the law of personal favoritism, use emotion to exceed the rules, and follow the example, what will happen to the country in the future and how will the dynasty be?What do the people think of their emperor?
He squinted at the eunuch: "The eunuch, who is a favorite minister, dares to discuss government affairs indiscriminately, why does the emperor come to family affairs?"

The eunuch was dumbfounded, turned around and turned back with a flick of his sleeves, after all, the person kneeling was not himself.Before entering the hall, he glanced back at the door, and probably remembered that Mr. Zhang was just a small secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he couldn't remember which courtyard he belonged to.

This kind of matter should indeed be addressed by the Ministry of Rites.But on occasions like these, it's never the turn of a little thing to talk.He lifted his foot into the room and remembered that after the first eight sacrifices to heaven, there were not many people left standing in the Ministry of Rites, and they were all waiting for investigation in the prison.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang is going to be the first bird. He doesn't know whether he is looking for death or wants to fly first.

It's not easy anyway, he shook his head, thinking that there are still two more days to kneel.While standing, the eunuch on duty in the palace trotted out, saying that the emperor had ordered him to go to the storeroom to get some things for Xue Niangzi's acupuncture point.They were all her favorites when she was alive, and the emperor was busy with other things, so she only remembered now.

So the two eunuchs went out all the way, bowing their heads and not daring to say much, but they both thought that Lady Xue was a rare kindness in the palace when she was alive.Although it was because she came from a humble background that she didn't dare to be domineering, after all she gave them too much sympathy for these servants.

I don't know that such a person will have to hang out for a few days before he can be buried in the ground after death.

How long will the emperor want to borrow a woman's body to see his ministers?Even Huo Yunwan couldn't figure out this question.one day?two days?At least it will take three to five days.

The longer the delay, the more difficult it is for the emperor to compromise.Only then can the group of drunkards and rice bags applaud and celebrate, thinking that they have won a beautiful victory.

Besides being happy, who cares if the emperor slaughtered his own mother clan?

The past two days have been fine, and the charcoal basins in Changchun Palace are less.Huo Yunwan took a few steps before feeding the stack of scriptures in her hand into the fire.

Tongues of fire meandered upwards, and there was a burst of lotus freshness in the room.It turned out that she did not use paper, but had the priceless lotus silk to copy scriptures.

This kind of silk is woven from the fine silk extracted from the stems of lotus flowers. One inch of silk in an acre of lotus pond, the palace can only get five horses every year.

At this moment, it falls into the charcoal basin, and it disappears into ashes in a blink of an eye, it's just an ordinary thing.

On the contrary, some traces of gold dust mixed in the brush and ink can still be found, and some simple strokes can be seen on some unscattered charcoal ash.

If you want to hire someone, you should ask clearly.Huo Yunwan remembers Su Yingru's horoscope on Lady Xue's birthday once.

She said that the girl's family was born in the middle of the night, with a heart high in the sky and a life of thin paper.

(End of this chapter)