"What Censor Zhao said makes sense." After Zhao Jiu finished laughing, his expression did not change, and he continued to smile. "The more the country is ruined and the weaker the central government is, the more we need to pay attention to the system, otherwise it will be a way to disaster... Han Qing, I have to wrong you today!"
Han Shizhong, who was bowing his head, felt as if his heart was broken by a knife when he heard this. He even cried out, "Since your Majesty has said so, I dare not complain!"
"That's good." Zhao Jiu said slowly. "Han Shizhong didn't control his subordinates strictly. His subordinates killed the censors and disturbed the imperial court... He was dismissed as the imperial envoy and appointed as the commander of the left army of the imperial camp. He will be the acting commander and will still temporarily lead the left army of the imperial camp."
Hearing this, the others watched from the other side, and most of them had expected it, but Han Shizhong, the person involved, was half happy and half worried... Of course, he was happy because the government knew his ability and did not let him lose his military power. The commander is still the commander; but he was worried because a real man fights in the army to get a title of nobility and be honored in front of others. After working hard to suppress bandits for half a year, he finally got the title of Chengxuanshi, but he lost it. It took only half a month for Han Wu to become Han Taiwei and he became Han Wu again! How much effort will it take to become Han Taiwei again in the future?
Of course, in addition to this, he was also a little annoyed, but he was annoyed at the elderly Censor Zhao and the young Censor-in-Chief who was sitting beside him and pointing and making small movements... Han Shizhong was the bravest of the three armies, and was especially good at archery. His eagle eyes did not dare to look at anything except the officials, so how could he not see everything in the lobby of the inn?
But no matter what, back to the present, after hearing the decision, Han Shizhong bowed his head to express his gratitude. All the civil and military officials in the room, including Mrs. Liang who had retreated to the corner a long time ago, breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, when everyone thought that the rebellion was over, our Emperor Zhao suddenly spoke again: "I am timid, that head is really scary, I have never dared to go over, Han Qing, please come forward!"
Han Shizhong didn't understand why, but he still took two big steps forward and hurriedly bowed again in front of the emperor.
"Liangchen, stand up straight and raise your head." Zhao Jiu stretched out his hand to support the other party and said.
Han Shizhong still didn't understand, but he stood up and raised his head. However, he didn't dare to look at the young official in front of him. He just stared at the stairs on the second floor in front of him in a daze.
At this point, under the firelight, Zhao Jiu, who was sitting still, finally saw the other person's delicate features clearly... How should I put it? Other things were fine, but at a glance, I just felt that this person's skeleton was really prominent, and in the history books, he must be praised as having a strong character, and then there was a pair of eyes that were as fast as lightning, looking like an eagle, which was amazing.
"Good minister." Zhao Jiu looked at the people in the room for a while, then sighed and said something from the bottom of his heart. "Don't bend down when you see me in the future... because I can stand up straight, and it has always been Han Qing who has supported me."
When he said this, everyone in the room was stunned. The official took out the jade belt that he had untied at some point, and then tied it on Han Shizhong with his own hands right there in front of everyone, who had no idea how to react.
Han Shizhong came back from killing someone without removing his armor. There was a sticky blood stain on his waist, which looked black and brown under the light and shadow, and smelled fishy. The jade belt worn by the official was naturally a standard treasure that had been stored in the Nanjing (Shangqiu) Palace for a long time. It was hastily put on this time, but it was shining brightly, but was instantly stained with blood.
Seeing this, Han Shizhong, who had been looking down, came to his senses and was in a panic. He could only quickly pinch the other person with his hands. However, the man's hands were very strong, like iron clamps, and he pinched Zhao Guanjia again, making his face turn red... When Han Shizhong came to his senses again, he could only let go awkwardly. He was at a loss for a moment and lost his composure extremely.
"The good minister has made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion, and he should be rewarded handsomely. But now the imperial court is really empty, and I have nothing either. Fortunately, the good minister has returned to the imperial court today, and I no longer need this fat belt to boost my courage from time to time. It's just right for you, so there's no need to refuse..."
Maybe it was because his hands hurt too much, Zhao Jiu could only speak slowly to delay time while he was clumsily tying his belt. "As for the mere envoy, why bother thinking too much? Since we have met, it's just a matter of success or failure. If it fails, it's fine. If it can really succeed in the future, can I be better than the emperor of the Tang Dynasty to Guo Ziyi and give him a prince as a good minister?"
Han Shizhong was still out of control and couldn't even hear what was said, but Zhao Ding, Zhang Jun, Yang Yizhong and others beside him had tears in their eyes as they listened.
PS: A few more words, Xiaoxiao and Qisui are the two female managers of our book. Xiaoxiao started helping with the last book, and Qisui was a manager even during her time as an actor. We have known each other for several years...Xiaoxiao's birthday is today, and Qisui's birthday was a few days before the book was published. I must say happy birthday to both of them. May the former become more and more beautiful, and the latter more and more young.
By the way, I kept thinking about it when I saw them chatting on my seventh birthday before the book was published, and I even wrote it down in the manuscript outline... Yesterday I was thinking it would be best if I could write a chapter at 12 o'clock to send my blessings, but I'm getting old and I just fell asleep.
It's really embarrassing, but blessings should not be given early or late.
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