“Nonsense!”
Nan Wu Ju's expression, which had just relaxed, darkened again.
The emperor actually did this, is he joking?
Nan Luoying refused to listen to this, her face stern, "General Nan, are you going to disobey my order?"
Although he is only the commander of the guards and cannot lead troops to war, it is better to have soldiers than to have no soldiers at all.
From now on, I, Nan Luoying, am no longer Miss Nan Da, but the Commander of Nan Da. Isn’t that impressive?
Nan Wu Ju glared angrily upon hearing this. Just as he was about to speak, Nan Cang, who had already finished reading another imperial edict, suddenly clasped his fists towards the palace and said, "Your Majesty, Nan Cang, obeys your command!"
"grown ups?"
Nan Wu Ju, Nan Wu You and the others were all stunned.
Nan Cang turned his head and looked at the two of them coldly, "Why, do you intend to disobey my order?"
Seeing his expression and tone, the two were shocked and dared not say anything more. Nan Wu Ju also bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Nan Wu Ju, obey your order!"
But then he glared at Nan Luoying fiercely, who immediately went to Nan Cang to complain, "Grandpa, father glared at me!"
Nan Cang snorted coldly and glanced at Nan Wu Ju, "Try glaring at me again!"
After that, he said to Nan Luoying kindly, "Work hard. The Nan family depends on you in the future."
Nan Wu Ju was about to cry.
What is going on?
Nan Cang ignored him, turned around and walked towards the main hall of the Taiwei Mansion with his hands behind his back, shouting coldly as he walked, "Beat the drum! Gather the generals!"
Nan Wu Ju, Nan Wu You, and all the Nan family's personal guards looked solemn when they heard this. They had no idea what the emperor's edict said, and why he suddenly beat the drum to gather the generals.
But I dare not neglect it at all.
Soon, in front of the Taiwei Mansion, two huge cowhide drums, each about ten feet in diameter, were struck.
The deafening sound of the drums spread throughout the four districts and twelve miles of the capital in an instant.
The so-called Four Quarters are the four markets in the east, west, south and north of the Qin capital.
"Li" was the most basic administrative unit of the Qin Dynasty, roughly equivalent to a village or street in later generations of China.
Twelve li refers to the inner three and outer nine of the inner and outer cities of the capital, a total of twelve "li".
Generally speaking, there would be a "Pavilion" above the "Li", but because this is the capital, there is no Pavilion level, and it is directly under the jurisdiction of the two counties in the east and west of the capital.
One of the three inner miles was the imperial city where the imperial palace was located, so Zhao Xin was not only the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, but also the head of the village in the imperial city.
At this time, on the other side of the imperial city, in Shangwenli, which is also one of the inner three li, in the Censorate's Mansion, Cui Luan was still sitting at his desk, drawing bamboo with a brush as usual.
This Imperial Censor seemed to be painting every day, and every time he painted ink bamboo, which could be considered a unique kind of obsession.
At this moment, the deafening sound of drums was suddenly heard. Cui Luan, who had always been unmoved by anything, could not help but tremble in his hand holding the brush. A drop of ink suddenly dripped onto the unfinished bamboo, and then quickly spread out.
Cui Luan frowned and looked at the ink on the paper for a long time without moving.
He put down his pen after a while, sighed, picked up the drawing paper and crumpled it into a ball.
Before he could throw it, Cui Wenhao stumbled in from outside. Seeing the paper ball in Cui Luan's hand, he was slightly startled, and then asked anxiously: "Sir, the generals have suddenly gathered at the Taiwei Mansion. Is this the army about to leave the capital?"
Cui Luan casually tossed the paper ball into the wastebasket beside him, picked up his brush again, licked the ink, and slowly drew a bamboo trunk. Without even looking up, he said, "The Grand Marshal leading his troops out of the capital was already agreed upon long ago. Why are you so anxious?"
"No, sir. Although it was agreed that the Grand Marshal would lead his army out of the capital, generally speaking, it would take at least two weeks for an army of this size to be deployed. Moreover, there was no prior news. If they were to move so hastily, I'm afraid something might have happened."
Cui Wenhao said worriedly.
"What happened?"
Cui Luan still lowered his head and said indifferently.
Cui Wenhao's expression changed, and he hesitated and said, "My son... I don't know, but I think there's a change in fate, so I should prepare early..."
"hehe……"
Cui Luan, with his head lowered, suddenly sneered, then stopped writing and examined the painting he had just made. He said in an unclear tone, "The will of heaven has changed, so be prepared early..."
He chuckled again, raised his head nonchalantly and looked at Cui Wenhao with a playful look, "What did Mr. Mu Zhi tell you?"
Cui Wenhao's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he took a step back in panic, "What...what, sir, what did you say?"
Cui Luan's expression suddenly turned cold. He stared at him with a stern, even ferocious, expression he had never had before, and shouted, "Fool, if your father hadn't been covering up for you, do you think your uncle would have allowed you to live until now?"
At this moment, Cui Wenhao felt as if struck by lightning. He looked at his father in horror and astonishment, his legs trembling and he could hardly stand.
…
At the same time, at the other end of Shangwenli, in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Liu Zhi paced back and forth restlessly, the black jade folding fan in his hand unconsciously tapping the palm of his other hand.
After a while, Cui Cen still hadn't appeared. Liu Zhi turned around impatiently and asked the servant beside him, "Is the lord not coming out yet?"
The servant stammered and couldn't explain clearly. At this moment, Cui Zhihao and Cui Zhihan walked in from outside together.
When the two of them saw Liu Zhi pacing back and forth, they found that he did not look as calm and unrestrained as usual, with an air of immortality.
I couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Mr. Wenshan, what happened? Why are you so flustered?"
When Liu Zhi saw the two of them, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Cui Zhihan's arm, and said anxiously, "You two gentlemen have arrived just in time. Go and ask the lord to come out. I have something important to tell you!"
The two were startled when they heard this and said in surprise, "Mr. Wenshan, my father is not feeling well. I wonder if you have any important matters to discuss. Please tell us."
Liu Zhi couldn't help but frowned irritably when he heard this. He waved his hand to interrupt the two of them and said, "What's the point of telling you? This matter is too serious. You can't bear it."
After saying this, the two brothers of the Cui family looked unhappy.
Cui Zhihao couldn't help but sneer first, "Mr. Wenshan, we two are the young masters of the Cui family. My father is ill and temporarily unable to take care of things. The Cui family relies on us two as the leaders."
Although Cui Zhihan felt something was wrong, he also felt that what Liu Zhi had just said was a bit too much.
After all, they are the masters and Liu Zhi is also a subject. How could he say that they are useless? Did he regard them as the tyrant emperor in the palace?
If this is the case, when my father passes away, whose Cui family will it be?
He immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Wenshan, why don't you talk to us? If we can't make a decision, it won't be too late to ask father for help. If we can make a decision, then there's no need to trouble father, right?"
Liu Zhi glanced at the two of them and realized that his previous words had offended them.
However, he was very self-righteous and unwilling to explain. After hearing this, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "In that case, could you please ask the Imperial Censor to come over?"
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