The emperor returned to court.
Civil and military officials sat next to each other, all looking puzzled.
When has Your Majesty been so considerate of your subjects? Now, while waiting for Your Majesty, I can even eat some snacks and fruits.
Could it be that this is the last meal before execution?
After thinking about it, this is the only possibility.
But when everyone looked around, they saw that all the civil and military officials in the court were in the Xuanzheng Hall, including the emperor and his nobles.
Now that the world has been settled, Your Majesty is in the prime of life, and the Crown Prince is the one chosen by Heaven. No matter what, Your Majesty cannot kill all of them.
Normally, even when people are standing, they would exchange glances.
But today, as I sat in my seat, eating cakes and fruits and drinking tea, I felt uncomfortable everywhere.
The huge palace was filled with so many officials, as well as maids and eunuchs serving as attendants, yet it was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Not long after, a palace servant lowered his head and quietly and quickly took away the tables and chairs.
Everyone frowned, stood up and straightened their clothes.
When three whip sounds were heard, all the officials bowed their heads, waved their sleeves, and knelt down to worship the emperor.
The sound of kneeling was uniform, and it seemed that this was the only sound in Xuanzheng Hall.
Until a clear voice like the cold wind came: "Get up,"
Emperor Mingxi was dressed in a dark black dragon robe, sitting high on the dragon throne, with a coldness that even the twelve-tasseled crown could not hide.
All the officials did not know why, but they felt that His Majesty was extremely frightening, even more so than before.
You cannot look the emperor in the face directly, everyone abides by this principle.
No one noticed that Emperor Mingxi's eyes gradually became distant and empty, and a storm was slowly brewing.
Wu Zhonghe sang: "If there is something to say, please rise and report; if there is nothing to say, please leave the court."
After this, someone came out holding a jade tablet, bowed, and said, "I have a memorial to make."
The voice is quite young, yet steady.
It was Pei Hangqing who was promoted and entered the cabinet.
Hearing this, His Majesty slowly withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "What is it?"
Pei Hangqing was a little surprised. His Majesty never got distracted before.
Without thinking any more, he slowly told His Majesty everything that had happened in the capital in recent days, and asked His Majesty how to govern the people now that the natural disaster had been determined.
Such a major matter must always be consulted with the emperor.
"How to govern the people is up for discussion. If you have any insights, you can also explain them. In addition, if any magical objects appear among the people, you can also inform the court. I will reward you handsomely." As soon as the emperor finished speaking, it caused an uproar.
The late emperor was obsessed with seeking immortality and the way of Tao, but Your Majesty is more pragmatic and does not like this path.
Why do I mention this matter now? You know, with Dazhao's current reputation, one order will surely attract thousands of people to follow him.
Besides, the chaotic times have just ended, why does Your Majesty need to do this?
What the superiors like, the subordinates will like even more.
Pursuing supernatural things is not a good thing.
Several elders looked at each other and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, the existence of a crown prince is the greatest miracle of Dazhao."
He is indeed the person who can stand at the top of the officialdom. No one can refute him when he speaks about the prince.
Your Majesty can, but Your Majesty will not.
"Your Majesty's divine power is known throughout the world. Other divine beings are of low status and low status, so they probably dare not appear in the world."
"The war is about to end, and the people are just beginning to settle down. If another storm breaks out, I'm afraid it will be difficult to appease the people."
The emperor frowned slightly and said nothing, and no one dared to look up.
But one can also feel the increasingly powerful momentum, which makes people feel breathless.
Pei Hangqing lowered his head and looked submissive, thinking in his heart how to say it in order to calm the emperor's anger.
A moment later, His Majesty slowly said, "What do you mean? I just mentioned it casually, but you are so scared."
There was a hint of smile in his expression.
"Huh——" All the civil and military officials in the court breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
It was not mentioned again at this time, and the attention of all officials shifted to unification.
The huge court was filled with famous people, but they were as noisy as the street vendors who set up stalls during festivals.
If he disagrees with something, his face turns red and his neck gets angry.
There is no doubt that if His Majesty had not been here, several people would have started fighting.
Emperor Mingxi watched this farce leisurely, and even after two hours, people still had no consensus on the matter.
His Majesty then said that they would discuss the matter later, thus putting an end to the verbal battle.
After dismissing the court, His Majesty walked slowly in the imperial palace, which had been devastated by natural disasters and then renovated.
He dismissed his attendants and said to Wu Zhonghe, "Go and invite Taoist Qinghe."
Wu Zhonghe felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
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A few days passed in the blink of an eye and it was August.
The weather is much cooler than in the hot summer, as the scorching heat is scorching in July and the clothes are put on in September.
The morning sun was looming in the clouds, and a small boat broke through the clear lake surface, creating ripples.
Fine golden light sprinkled on the lake, making the waves sparkle and beautify the scenery.
"I am a fathead fish, swimming ah-ah-ah." The clear and ethereal child's voice echoed on the lake. The little fat boy sat in the boat and sang loudly.
If the lyrics weren't so funny, His Majesty might have praised it highly.
Unfortunately, the silly son called himself a fathead fish, and the veins on the emperor's hands bulged as he rowed the oars.
If he is a puffer fish, then what am I? The father of puffer fish, the emperor of the puffer fish group?
"What a good song, what a good song, my good boy sings it, the lingering sound is endless, it's like listening to heavenly music!" He praised without thinking, but the corners of his mouth that even AK couldn't suppress had already revealed his thoughts.
Father has been busy lately, and the little fat boy has been searching for several days but has come back empty-handed.
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