Chapter 503: Destroy and then rebuild, there will be blessings in the future.
The pedantic old minister spoke incessantly without even taking a breath. He talked about the border and cursed Liang Yue for being shameless. He also said that the palace was burned and the flood disaster was probably a warning from God.
You said one thing and I said another, and there was no repetition.
Emperor Ying Qian couldn't find a chance to kill Wei Zhao.
He didn't even have a chance to interrupt.
Hidden in the corner, several black shadows with weapons ready looked at each other.
Emperor Ying Qian had a headache and was angry, and didn't want to listen anymore.
He wanted to scold.
But the more angry these people were, the more excited they would be.
It happened that the four old men were the leaders.
At this juncture, there were internal and external troubles. We couldn't fight, and we couldn't kill them all.
I don't know how long it took, but Emperor Ying Qian's ears were about to be callused.
"Okay, everyone, retreat, I have something to discuss with Gui Zhi."
"Your Majesty! We came here to make plans together!"
Emperor Ying Qian:...
He laughed in anger.
Four old ministers who had assisted the previous emperor and the emperor emeritus came over. He didn't believe that it had nothing to do with Wei Zhao. Then he
looked at the other civil servants.
They were annoying at ordinary times, but they knew the limits and didn't dare to offend their superiors. Even the few people in the Censorate knew how to read people's faces.
Now someone has taken the lead, it's a big deal.
His sinister eyes fell on Wei Zhao.
The latter pretended to be respectful and bowed slowly: "What does the emperor have to do? I will do my best."
"What's the matter with life and death? This is really unlucky. Don't mention it."
Duke Xian interrupted: "We old guys are still alive and well. How can it be the turn of a junior like you?"
However, he paused slightly.
"Your Wei family descendants are indeed short-lived."
People talk a lot of nonsense when they get old.
He couldn't help but worry: "Your mother has a hard time. She sent away your grandfather, your father and your uncle. If she sends you away next, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."
"Your father-in-law Fu Ju also calls me uncle."
"He is famous for loving his daughters, not to mention that your new wife has just been found. He will most likely let his daughter remarry."
Xiuping Hou nodded in approval.
"Your new wife is good. She is busy running around for the victims, which shows that she has a good character. If she remarries, there will be many people who want to marry her."
For this, Xian Guogong said: "Your grandfather is not very good. Perhaps because of guilt, he dared not enter my dreams these years, so I have no place to scold him. But I am satisfied with you, a young man. If she remarries in the future, I am willing to act as a matchmaker."
"Women's youth is fleeting. How can we let them stay alone in the empty room and waste their youth? This is not the way of benevolence and forgiveness. You should be sensible and optimistic, and lose the basic generosity of saints and sages."
Wei Zhao: ...
Thank you so much.
Fortunately, these people did not forget their business. After getting back to the point, they quoted a lot of classics. During the discussion, they had some disagreements and almost quarreled.
Like a street shrew, the noisy voice shook the dust on the beams of the palace, and it was like thousands of green flies buzzing around the ears, making people's temples throb.
Emperor Ying Qian's patience was completely exhausted.
"I am not feeling well, you all should leave."
Wei Zhao respectfully left.
The others...
stayed.
One is to worry about the emperor, and the other is that at this critical moment, you have to hold on even if you are not feeling well. You are the emperor, isn't it normal for you to have a heavy burden? It is even more normal for the people who have not had a good rest these days.
Your Majesty can lie on the couch, close your eyes and rest until they have a result in their dispute, right!
For three consecutive days, there was no news from the palace that Emperor Ying Qian summoned Wei Zhao.
There are indeed more places with serious disasters. The reinforcements sent to support the border had not yet arrived, and the border was about to be lost.
Baopu sat in the hall, leaning against a pillar engraved with dragon patterns.
He did not know where he got the stick from, but started shaking it.
With a click,
one of them fell out.
The red stick came out of the green tube, and there seemed to be thunder cracks on the red sandalwood. The Yin Fu engraved on the front was still bloody, and the hexagram was like a lotus, turning misfortune into good fortune.
He picked it up.
"Although the road ahead is dangerous, the will of heaven is endless. After breaking, there will be blessings in the future."
"Good stick."
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The wind was getting stronger, and the whispers in the streets were like rats gnawing.
The tense situation was no longer controllable. The people of Dajin were more and more complaining about the heavens, blaming the emperor for being unkind, which led to the disaster.
The sky was dark and overcast, and occasionally one or two muffled thunders came from the sky. It was hard to tell whether it was night or a heavy rain.
The appeasement notice in front of the government office was newly posted and torn, and there were scraps of paper left where the paste had not dried.
The strong wind swept the ground, and the dead branches scratched the doorman on the street like bone claws, like the sobbing of ghosts.
"This damn weather changes every day. It was rare to have a sunny day yesterday, and now I'm afraid it's going to rain again."
The old woman held her grandson's wrist tightly, and walked hurriedly, crushing the dead leaves on the ground. The rustling sound mixed with the night watchman's clappers made people tremble.
"Let's go back quickly."
There were no pedestrians around.
The only lantern in her hand also blew out with a puff.
It was dark and she couldn't see the road clearly.
"It's creepy."
She groped forward and kept on telling him.
"You stole the money, which was wrong. You deserved to be beaten by your mother. But you are so angry that you are just like your father! Turn around and run away from home. Your mother is not in good health, and she is very anxious. Listen to grandma, and apologize and kowtow when you go back."
The eight-year-old child pouted.
"Isn't it good to be like dad?"
"What's good about it?"
"They all say that dad is a very capable person."
"Yes, he is capable. He was chosen by the Wei family army."
The old woman was proud and sighed: "The Wei family army treated us well. Our family was poor back then. Your bastard grandfather owed a lot of debts before he died. I, a woman, could only hide with your father from place to place, but the debt collectors kept chasing us. If it weren't for your father, how could we pay off our debts and settle down in Beijing? How could we eat meat every day? People in our alley say that I am lucky. My son is promising and my wife is filial."
"But what's wrong with being capable?"
The old woman's voice was scattered in the night.
"He is still dead."
Leaving behind a widowed mother, a wife and hungry children.
But... the Wei family army is good. They have never forgotten De Ge'er's sacrifice.
Every time the Wei family army returned to the capital, there would always be comrades who fought in the front line to visit.
Not to mention that in addition to the pension silver, the families of Shangjing can go to Shunguogong Mansion at the beginning of each month to collect rice and money, while those from other places go to the relevant government offices.
The Wei family army used this way to tell the men that they only need to charge into battle, and their parents, wives and children will be taken care of by others.
No other military camp has such good treatment.
"Grandma,"
the child's innocent voice came: "I heard the sound of horse hooves."
"A lot of them."
How could it be possible at this time, and horses were not allowed to run on the streets of Shangjing. The old woman didn't take it seriously: "Nonsense, you lied to Grandma again."
"I really heard it."
The child pointed back.
"It's coming to our side."
Soon.
The ground trembled slightly, the green tiles on the eaves trembled with a click, and the dark iron cavalry tore through the night.
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