The king behind the empress

Chapter 332

Yang Weishang was thinking about something at this time, and when he saw Qian Min approaching, he sighed silently in his heart, and then said indifferently: "I don't know, but it's probably caused by those assassins not long ago."

Hearing Yang Weishang's indifferent tone, Qian Min couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Normally Yang Weishang would smile at others no matter what his mood was, why was he so indifferent to himself today?
And there is another point, just now he couldn't see very clearly from far away, now standing beside Yang Weishang, he suddenly found that Yang Weishang seemed much younger?
Qian Min took a closer look at Yang Weishang, and found that Yang Weishang was not young, his appearance hadn't changed much, the main reason was that his spirit had undergone a huge change, if the previous Yang Weishang looked like a dull old man If so, Yang Weishang's mental state at this moment seems to be that of a middle-aged man full of energy.

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

Hearing Qian Min's question, Yang Weishang said with a little deep meaning: "There are so many things to be busy with, so people naturally have to be younger."

"If you have too many things to do, you will be young? What's the point?"

Qian Min secretly slandered in his heart, the old guy's old-fashioned appearance before, didn't he just pretend to show it to others?Or maybe this old guy is near the end of his life, and now it's time to return to the light?

Just when the two were pretending to each other, Wang Fucheng, who was really lifeless, came over.

The moment he saw Wang Fucheng, Qian Min immediately stopped probing Yang Weishang, and looked at Wang Fucheng with some concern, "Master Wang, are you alright?"

Of course, he didn't really care about Wang Fucheng. He was more concerned about putting on an appearance so that Wang Fucheng wouldn't make any irrational actions when his mentality was out of balance.

Seeing Qian Min's flattering concern, Wang Fucheng couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart, but when he thought of his heir, he forcibly endured this feeling of disgust, and said lightly: "Mr. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Listening to Wang Fucheng's pun, Qian Min felt a little relaxed. In his opinion, as long as Wang Fucheng came out to top the tank, he would basically not be involved in this matter.

After all, if Wang Fucheng and Dong Lin were counted, Mo Zizai would kill almost half of the officials in the court. Even if Mo Zizai had some clues, he couldn't 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 their disciples and former officials all over the world could instantly make Da Zhou into a mess.

No matter how crazy Mo Zizai was, he would never do such an unwise move.

As for settling accounts after the autumn, Mo Zizai will probably do it, but it will take a long time. He lost this time, but it is uncertain who will win in the future.

Thinking of this, Qian Min's eyes flickered coldly, because those old guys in Jiangnan felt that the matter had nothing to do with them, one or two were unwilling to contribute, and they all wanted to use others as their guns.

Now that Mo Zizai has pacified the aristocratic family in Nanjun, and has re-established Yu Zhisi, under the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox, those old guys must not be able to sit still.

As long as they are willing to work hard, Mo Zizai, who only has tens of thousands of feathers in his hands, won't be able to jump around for long.

As for the Yuzhi Army, Qian Min didn't take him seriously at all. Although there are now 1 people, except for the more than 2000 fighters in the Yuzhi Army headquarters, the rest are just farmers who have just put down their hoes. Nothing to worry about.

"It's just that I have to find a way to leave the capital."

Qian Min silently calculated in his heart that now the entire court has become Mo Zizai's hall of speech. He has little hope of staying in the capital to bring down Mo Zizai. If he is upset, he will probably kill him and sacrifice the flag directly, so he has to think about a way out for himself.

Otherwise, it would be a big loss for Mo Zizai to be brought down, but himself to be involved.

Just as Qian Min was thinking about his retreat in his heart, the time slowly came to the hour of the Shang Dynasty. As the gate of the Golden Luan Hall opened, all the officials headed by Yang Weishang filed in.

It's just that when they stepped into the Golden Luan Hall, all the officials couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Because in the center of the Golden Luan Hall, apart from Tang Weiyi sitting on the dragon chair, there is also a dragon chair beside it.

In the history of the Great Zhou, there was a situation where two emperors stood side by side, which can be regarded as a tradition of the Great Zhou, so the officials didn't care about the extra dragon chairs. What really made them care was sitting on the dragon chair. Mo Zizi on the chair.

Since Mo Zizai came out of the imperial mausoleum, he has come to the court twice, the first court was filled with corpses killed by him, and this is the second time.

Seeing Mo Zizai sitting on the dragon chair with a dragon sword, a big horse, and a golden knife, some ministers who knew the inside story couldn't help turning their heads and glanced at Wang Fucheng. Seeing Mo Zizai's posture, Wang Fucheng probably was More bad luck than good.

However, these people didn't dare to look at Wang Fucheng for a long time. After glancing at Wang Fucheng, they immediately took them back, and then they all showed their ancestral skills, and acted like wooden figures in the court hall. .

There were hundreds of officials in the entire court, but no one made a sound at this moment. The Golden Luan Hall was so silent that even a needle dropped could be heard.

"Why, why are you adults so quiet today?"

Mo Zizai leaned on the sword with both hands, looked at the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty, and said calmly: "This king has been away for so long, and he finally came back. Doesn't anyone want to say something?"

No one spoke in the Golden Luan Hall, and the atmosphere was silent for a while, and at this moment, a flattering voice suddenly sounded in the hall, "My lord, Wencheng Wude, defeated the rebels in the first battle, and promoted my great Zhou army. This is my Great Zhou!" Fortunately, under your leadership, my Da Zhou will surely be able to reach the peak again!"

"Ok?"

Mo Zizai looked along the voice in some surprise, and found that the speaker was the round-faced Honglu Temple Minister. This guy had good eyesight, and when he saw some awkward situations, he slapped him flatteringly.

It's just that Mo Zizai's heart is full of killing intent now, and he has no intention of paying attention to him at all, so he just gave him a cold look, and then looked away.

After the Minister of Honglu Temple said these words, he found that none of the civil and military officials agreed with him, and even Mo Zizai didn't say anything. With just a glance, the minister of Honglu Temple immediately knew that he had done nothing wrong this time.

It doesn't matter if Mo Zizai accepts Mo Zizai's flattery, as long as the Empress is satisfied.

He could see clearly that although Mo Zizai had the final say in this court, Mo Zizai didn't take care of things very much, and the empress who was in charge preferred to protect Mo Zizai, so as long as he flattered Mo Zizai hard, he could let The empress is satisfied, and if the empress is satisfied, can he lose the benefits of Honglu Temple?
Just when the minister of Honglu Temple felt a little complacent, a person suddenly came out of the queue of officials below.

"Report to Your Majesty, my lord, the subject is guilty!"

(End of this chapter)