Yu Jun

In the palace, Mo Lingfeng took a bath and changed clothes. His hair was not covered with pearls and greenery. He wore his hair in a high bun, a gold crown, and a black dragon robe. He was majestic and dignified. He took off the gold necklace that he rarely left his body and no longer wore it when he went to court. .

She is not a female dependent on power, but an emperor holding a sharp sword. Her majestic posture does not need any gold or jade embellishment.

The candlelight in the sarong in the house was bright. The eldest sister of the Cheng family was in charge of the Sixth Division of the Inner Palace, with an official rank of fifth rank, and was the envoy of the Sixth Division. She was wearing a green gown, a neat high bun, and a hibiscus hairpin on her head. She was escorting Mo Lingfeng to the banquet. drive.

Mo Lingfeng raised his head and glanced at the sky above his head.

At the end of Yin hour, the moon has set, and the sky is green and thin, like the glaze of plum-colored porcelain, warm and soft, shining light on things.

She would see this scene of alternating day and night countless times in the future.

She withdrew her gaze, lifted up her clothes with one hand, and climbed onto the platform.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family accompanied the driver outside the Ziwei Palace. There were palace gates in front and back of the Ziwei Palace. The imperial driver stopped at the back door of the Ziwei Palace. Outside the back door, the imperial guards lined up, wearing armor and holding long knives in their hands, guarding Mo Lingfeng as he entered.

In front of the back door is a screen wall with a vermilion screen frame, a golden dragon carved in the center of the screen, a golden phoenix carved on the side facing the Ziwei Hall, four-cornered bats and cloud patterns, and landscape screens on the left and right sides.

After Mo Lingfeng expelled him, the imperial guards in the palace immediately mounted Danqi with swords and stood behind the throne.

There are no umbrella covers, round fans, no chamberlains, or palace maids. There are only cold armors and long knives, which deter loyalty, suspicion, and rebellion.

The officials who entered the palace before Mo Lingfeng suddenly fell silent and waited for the king with their wat tablets in hand.

Mo Lingfeng stepped across the threshold, walked around the screen, and climbed onto the golden platform under the watchful eyes of hundreds of officials. Under the guidance of the ceremony officials, the officials at his feet knelt down and bowed three times.

They prostrate themselves at the feet of the woman, lowering their proud heads with submissive expressions. When they shouted three long lives, their voices echoed in the Ziwei Hall, and the gold, silver and jade in the hall seemed to shake.

When the lingering sound dissipated, Mo Lingfeng smiled lightly and said, "Pingshen."

The courtiers stood up and stood in front of the hut.

The emperor glanced at them, and their hearts immediately froze, and a sense of fear arose spontaneously - Mo Lingfeng was not a benevolent and righteous monarch, and the various bloody methods on the battlefield had been deeply rooted in their hearts, as if she would look at her one more time, and they would Blood splattered three feet.

In addition, everything has been peaceful recently and there is nothing important to do, so the whole hall was silent for a while.

Mo Lingfeng saw that everyone was respectful and no one was doing anything, so he spoke first: "Since I offered sacrifices to heaven, the country has been in good weather, the civil and military forces have been harmonious, the people are happy, and the city is strong. However, there are only two letters of credence, which are not satisfactory. Dazhao The credentials of the Jin Dynasty were torn up and no friendly alliance was established. The credentials of the Jin Dynasty were arrogant and the military envoy of the Yin Dynasty——"

Yin Nan listened attentively to Mo Lingfeng's words, but there was no reaction to the words "Yin Supervisor Military Envoy". Nomad Qing, who was standing in front of her, could only step back and step on her.

Only then did Yin Nan react, stepped out of the queue, bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

Mo Lingfeng smiled at first, and the smile disappeared in an instant, and then he straightened his face: "I have a grudge against Jinlu for nine generations. You are the arm of the country and the mainstay of the stronghold. To Jinlu, anyone who crosses the national border must not misplace anyone." !”

"Yes!" Yin Nan raised his head and shouted angrily, and the other courtiers trembled.

After Yin Nan returns, Mo Lingfeng will talk about Wu Desi in the tabloids again - her expression when talking about Dazhao's actions is nonchalant, as if Dazhao is already a caged thing, and any actions of Zhao Zhan are insignificant to her, and they will not disrupt her pace.

The ministers of Daqi were confident, no longer panicked, and could answer questions fluently. At the same time, most of them had been officials of the Dazhao Dynasty, so they were inevitably a little sad in their hearts.

Afterwards, Mo Lingfeng asked the navy again: "How is the navy of the Jeju City Ship Division doing?" He Qing was originally afraid of Mo Lingfeng. When Mo Lingfeng called the Ship Division, his heart skipped a beat and he had to go out. Xunhu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Jeju garrison has formed two naval battalions with a total of 1,000 people. They are training outside the Jeju dock. They are practicing the swimming technique. They will be able to cross deep water and cross rivers in a few days."

He talked about the warships in a panic again: "There are ten warships built."

There were three people between Cheng Ting and He Qing. They were bored and looking around quietly. First they looked at his old father and then at Mo Lingfeng. It was clear that the person sitting on the throne was someone he had seen since childhood, but it was definitely not him. The familiar Mo Lingfeng.

Behind this Mo Lingfeng was the bright light of the sword. His face was clear and his eyes were sharp, enough to erase all friendship.

When Mo Lingfeng looked over, his heart suddenly dropped in shock, and he hurriedly lowered his head. It took a moment before he came back to his senses.

Without Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng is too cold, hard, rational, and less human.

He Qing was still talking like water, he breathed out gently and looked at Wu Jin out of the corner of his eye.

Wu Jin is at the head of the civil service. He stands upright, and his demeanor fits well with the bright and solemn court. He is handsome, calm, and pleasant-looking. Anyone who sees him will believe him and get close to him. Even Mo Qianlan will eventually tell the truth about him. .

He is like an old monk who has entered samadhi, perfect and peaceful, like a large round mirror in which all things, including mountains, rivers and the earth, are reflected.

The more this happens, the more people feel it is a pity - he will never have a home for the rest of his life.

There is no need to add additional documents. The dynasty, kings and people are already a huge net, woven with thousands of strands, tightly trapping him in it, without even a chance to struggle.

Cheng Ting withdrew his gaze and stopped looking around. He lowered his head to look at his black leather boots, forgetting to think that the two most noble people in this hall were not perfect.

He felt sorry for them and wanted to do something for them.

He Qing babbled and finally finished speaking and entered the queue. In the brief silence, Cheng Ting took a bamboo wand and stepped out of the queue, saying loudly: "Your Majesty!"

His voice was loud, and when he was excited, it shook the roof. Cheng Taishan's mind immediately tightened, wishing he could cover Cheng Ting's mouth and drag Cheng Ting out of this majestic place.

He raised his head slightly and took a look at Mo Lingfeng. He was relieved to see that Mo Lingfeng had a smile on his lips and no look of anger.

Mo Lingfeng said: "What's the matter? Let's play."

Under the glare of everyone's eyes, Cheng Ting did not panic: "Your Majesty, I think that although there are only four states in the country now, the army and horses are strong and the treasury is full. The navy will be able to set out soon. It is not difficult to expand the territory. Your Majesty no longer needs to worry about it. , On the contrary, there is a major event that your Majesty must not worry about."

He paused and said loudly: "The crown prince is the cornerstone of the country. Your Majesty is over 20 years old and you can choose a son-in-law."

No one in the court really thought about what Cheng Ting said. At this time, he suddenly mentioned it, and everyone was dumbfounded for a moment, and they didn't know how the empress should choose a husband.

Huang Yunshu glanced at Wu Jin quietly, thinking that the queen was about to choose a husband, what would this person do?

This person is a prime minister, and he must not be kept in the palace. But seeing that he and Your Majesty get along with each other and have a close relationship with each other, is it possible that he will be in a high position and die alone?

Cheng Taishan felt relieved and turned to look at Wu Jin. Wu Jin's expression was respectful and did not change due to Cheng Ting's words.

Just when he was thinking about how to solve the problem, Hou Fuzhong said: "Your Majesty, it is better to choose, choose the best..."

As he said this, he felt a little speechless - if the person sitting on the golden stage was a man, he would have three palaces and six courtyards, and three thousand beauties. Now if it were a woman, she would be unable to speak out the words of a few men, as if she herself He was also insulted.