As the sun rises, light smoke and mist appear dreamily between the houses. The occasional chirping of insects makes the world seem even more quiet and lonely. The bright morning sun is gradually rising from above the mist, spewing out magnificent morning light.
Early in the morning.
Even with the army outside the city approaching, the streets of Jingzhou City gradually became lively as usual.
People gradually left their homes and went about their daily lives.
Peddlers and hawkers hawked their wares along the streets:
"steamed stuffed bun--"
"Selling coal..."
There was no sign of a war about to break out.
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Imperial Palace.
Yan Jiaoran was lying quietly on the bed, sleeping soundly.
There was a faint smile on her face, as if she was having a very beautiful dream.
Seeing this, Murong Yanran could only gently push Yan Jiaoran's shoulders and called softly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
"Wake up, wake up, it's time to go to court!"
Yan Jiaoran was awakened, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were blurred, and they slowly opened, looking a little confused.
She rubbed her eyes and came back to her senses a little, with a faint smile still on her lips.
He said, "Change clothes."
As soon as she finished speaking, a palace maid came in and helped her wash and dress.
Lightly made up.
Change into a slim-fitting women's dragon robe.
In the blink of an eye, she was reborn and turned into an extremely majestic empress.
Afterwards, surrounded by female officials and guards, he went to the Taiji Hall.
…
Tai Chi Hall.
Before dawn, all the civil and military officials in the court had gathered here.
There were hundreds of people there, but it was silent, like a ghost cave. Everyone was silent, and only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats were clearly audible.
This is exactly what the calm before the storm is like.
Among these officials, they were roughly divided into two groups with similar numbers of people, standing on both sides, and seemed to be evenly matched.
The leaders of the group are naturally Kong Lingda and Yang Yingguang.
Of course, there are also neutral people, such as Ying Wuyong and some small officials, who basically cannot cause any trouble.
This time, he did not go to talk to the two prime ministers.
Instead, he stood there silently, his eyes looking anxious.
The few minor officials around him, all from the Whirlpool Academy, looked anxious, like ants on a hot pan, pacing back and forth, very nervous.
For some reason, Ying Wuyong actually asked them to choose an empress.
They were strictly forbidden to flirt with other princes.
It’s really amazing!
The stakes are too high!
The empress is a woman.
She has never been favored by the court officials, and some old-fashioned people are always thinking about getting rid of her.
They couldn't understand why Ying Wuyong would make such a choice to be an enemy of the whole world...
Ying Wuyong is also very confused.
He himself didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong.
But his intuition told him to choose the empress!
This intuition played a crucial role in his 30-year political career, enabling him to turn danger into safety and disaster into blessing.
So, no matter how his reason cried out, he chose to believe in this sixth sense that had never been wrong.
Kong Lingda seemed to have a plan in mind. He scorned the Right Prime Minister Yang Yingguang and sighed to himself, "Alas..."
"Some people always say that the Sixteen Guards of Jingzhou are unrivaled in the world, brave and skilled in fighting."
"At this moment, the enemy is approaching the city with a large army, but they dare not fight."
"No wonder people always say that the Sixteen Guards of Jingzhou are all good-looking and have good figures, but they just lack two daughters, otherwise they would be just fine at home nursing their children."
His voice was not loud, but the hundreds of people in the Taiji Hall could hear it clearly.
As soon as these words were spoken, all the officials on Yang Yingguang's side showed angry expressions!
The selection of the imperial guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty was extremely strict. Soldiers were specially made of wood in the standard shape of humans. All soldiers had to be compared with the human figures, and only those who met the requirements were selected.
Kong Lingda's words really hit home.
Lei Fenkai was extremely angry. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "What did you say, old man?"
"Don't you dare say that again!"
"I dare not, I am old, and my old bones can't stand the torture anymore."
"Master Lei's words really frightened me to the point of shaking my legs."
"Alas, if Lord Lei is so determined, why not go and fight the rebels outside the city?"
Kong Lingda, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes with a smile on his face. Although his legs were trembling, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he looked amused, as if he was watching a monkey show.
Being provoked to this point, the Minister of War Lei Fenkai certainly would not give in. He said with a stiff upper lip: "I will ask His Majesty for orders in a moment!"
"As long as your majesty gives the order, I will lead my troops out of the city and fight the rebels to the death!"
Dali Temple Minister Fan Tong said, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "Your Excellency is so brave!"
"I just don't know why you didn't take the initiative to ask for a fight a few days ago?"
"Are you scared?"
There was a sudden burst of laughter from Kong Lingda's side.
Lei Fenkai swung his sleeves violently and cursed, "Damn it! I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time someone dares to talk to me like that. Today, I'm going to chop your head off!"
With a loud shout, Lei Fen opened his strong body and suddenly rushed forward, raising his sandbag-sized fist high and rushing straight towards Fan Tong's face, as if he was going to beat Fan Tong up.
Although the two punches had not yet touched, everyone had already imagined what would happen if Fan Tong was hit by this punch - miserable!
Just as Lei Fenkai was about to swing his fist, another slightly weaker figure stopped him.
Grasping his wrist with one hand, he said coldly, "Go back. Why bother arguing with a few sour-smelling literati?"
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