This is the voice of Her Majesty the Queen. Her speech is relatively slow, but it gives people a very weighty feeling:

"It's better for the elders to rest more. Such trivial matters can be left to the people below."

"Your Majesty, I have no desire to eat these days, so I read official seals and thousands of volumes every day. It will not only benefit my seniors but also my health."

This is the voice of an unfamiliar old man. He speaks at a steady pace. Can His Majesty call him an elder? In the whole court, there is only one person who has no doubt about it: Confucius Di.

The Master is a master of Confucianism and is extremely talented. He should be proficient in rituals and music and be able to appreciate his music... Le Xu plays the piano with great vigor.

In the main hall, the sound of the piano became more melodious, sometimes low and sad, sometimes impassioned.

Amidst the melodious music of the piano, Her Majesty the Queen’s sigh sounded again:

"Can you have some appetite by reviewing official and state affairs... The boss of the country is really the pillar of Zhou Dynasty and the pillar of the country."

"I don't dare." The master's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

The voice belonging to Her Majesty the Queen suddenly changed the subject:

"Yesterday, a group of ministers jointly submitted a memorial, saying that the country cannot live without an heir for a day, and asked me to make King Wei the heir. What do the elders think of King Wei?"

The master's unwavering and firm voice immediately sounded in the hall:

"Your Majesty, I see that people in the world still miss Taizong's kindness. If there is an emperor, he must be the descendant of Taizong and the flesh and blood of your majesty and Gaozong."

The hall suddenly became quiet. Lexu, who was playing the piano behind the curtain at the edge of the hall, heard the sound of fingers tapping on a jade product from the front.

Bang bang bang... time after time, it sounded rhythmically.

Her Majesty the Queen seemed worried and did not speak again, as if she was enjoying the ceremony and music.

After a while, the finger-tapping stopped, and she asked:

"Yesterday, a palace maid went out to do some shopping. I heard some rumors and told them to everyone. I heard that a seventh-grade official named Ouyang Lianghan refused the imperial edict to be promoted to serve as censor. This matter,

Has the country elder heard about it?"

"I know as I know, the imperial edict has passed through the Political Hall."

"Oh, I also know this little guy. He is the handsome man who has been appointed by me. He is tall and handsome, but he seems to have a straight temper...

"Oh, now I'm resigning. How do you plan to handle this matter?"

"I won't take care of it or deal with it."

"oh?"

Her Majesty the Queen made an interesting voice and seemed to chuckle:

"The elder also thinks that he is not a talented person? He is just trying to gain fame?

"Okay, that's just right. I'm here today. Let the elders recommend a talent to me. The elders are old and need to take care of political affairs. I can recommend a talent who can entrust him with important tasks."

Master Di said calmly:

"Your Majesty, if you are looking for talented people with literary talents, I can recommend many people, including Li Qiao, a member of the Ministry of Rites, and Su Weiwei, a censor... these are all suitable candidates.

"However, if Your Majesty must find an outstanding talent right now, then the only one is Jiangzhou Longcheng Commander Ouyang Lianghan. Although Lianghan is young, he has the appearance of a prime minister."

"Hey, didn't you say you don't care about this guy?" The empress sounded surprised and asked doubtfully, "Why are you suddenly recommending him so grandly?"

Master Di’s tone remained unchanged:

"I don't care about him because his official position can only be bestowed by your majesty and must be promoted by you. I don't dare to do it for you."

After finishing speaking, there was silence in the palace for a while.

The Queen suddenly laughed: "If I directly issue a decree to promote him according to the specifications of the book, doesn't that mean he will be directly promoted to an official position above the fifth rank?"

"I have no intention of asking for an official position. What is important is His Majesty's personal promotion. Official rank is meaningless."

With a soft "hmm" in her nasal voice, the Queen remained silent again, seemingly noncommittal.

After a while, the monarch and his ministers changed the subject. Her Majesty the Queen made some cold greetings and rewarded some tribute cakes. A certain fat old man bowed and left.

In the hall, only the sound of the orchestra and the music were left, and the atmosphere of ritual music was solemn.

The old woman in a dragon robe turned her head and glanced at a memorial and an atlas neatly placed on her desk.

It was the "Ten Essays on Water Control in the South of the Yangtze River" and the "View of the River Systems in the South of the Yangtze River" submitted by Ouyang Rong.

There are faint traces of annotations drawn in red circles on the memorial.

"Miao Zhen."

Queen Wei Zhao of the Great Zhou Dynasty suddenly spoke.

The eight colorfully dressed female officials accompanying him, wearing crimson palace attire and dimpled lips, lined up on both sides of the palace without squinting.

At this moment, among the eight women, a woman in palace clothes immediately came out of the procession, knelt down and saluted:

"My slave is here."

This woman in palace attire has two small dots of rouge between the dimples at the corners of her mouth. She is none other than Miaozhen, a sixth-grade palace official who sent gifts to the Su Mansion for Empress Wei Zhao.

However, her arrogance was gone at this moment, and she knelt humbly on the cold marble floor.

"I will tell you carefully what Ouyang Lianghan said when I sent you off to Yujue that day in front of the Su Mansion."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Miaozhen buried her head without raising her head and repeated it word for word.

The old woman wearing a dragon robe and a phoenix crown supported her chin with the back of her hand, closed her eyes and listened, her expression unchanged.

About half an hour later, the queen closed her eyes and waved gently.

Miaozhen and other eight female officials in colorful clothes retreated with all the palace people in the palace, leaving only the minor officials who played music in the main hall.

at this time.

Suddenly, a man in red clothes came from the Buddhist hall, walked into the hall, bent down and said:

"Sage, when I looked at the sky last night, I saw the emperor's energy in the southeast."

Wei Zhao opened his eyes, looked at him, closed his eyes again, picked up a round and green jade Maitreya Buddha on the table, and played with it carefully.

In the main hall, the sound of orchestral music suddenly became chaotic.

The queen closed her eyes and tapped the emerald Maitreya Buddha in front of her:

"killed."

The Zhu Yi Wangqi Shi nodded and walked towards the music officials in the hall. Wherever the Zhu Yi passed by, the figures fell to the ground one by one, including a musician who was hugging the piano tightly.

The sound of the orchestra in the hall was completely cut off.

The queen suddenly opened her eyes: "What about you?"

The spirit of Wangqi Shi in Zhu Yi suddenly appeared, and his figure was like a hurricane, rolling towards the open door of the main hall, trying to escape.

But in this silent hall where the violinist and other musicians had long since died, suddenly, a piano sound sounded:

"Zheng."

The sound of the piano is very soft, like the sound of nature, coming from a distance, but yet very close at hand.

After Zhu Yi Wangqi Shi heard the sound of the piano, he felt as if the pause button had been pressed.

His face was ashen, and he stopped any means of escaping or resisting. Zhu Yiwang Qi Shi turned around, knelt down and kowtowed. At the last moment, he turned his head towards Zhongnan Mountain in the distance, and blood came from his forehead:

"I thank Your Majesty for granting death to Emperor Wen!"

The movement of kowtowing by the warrior in charge of Wangqi in Zhu suddenly stopped. His kneeling body was divided into two halves, like peeling a watermelon. The middle section was neat. The two halves, one on the left and the other on the right, fell to the ground respectively. The burgundy blood was noticed later.

It gushed out from the cross section of each petal, staining the clean and dustless hall floor.

The old woman in dragon robe slowly opened her eyes and ignored the bloody scene in the palace.

"Is there an emperor's spirit in the southeast..."

She turned her head and looked toward Jiangzhou in the southeast, playing with the emerald Maitreya Buddha in her hand, and whispered:

"The Great Zhou Dynasty is not the Qin Dynasty, and I am not the first emperor."

…

Afternoon.

In the main hall where the emperor had already left.

Miaozhen led a group of pretty and beautiful Mei Zhuang palace servants into the empty hall filled with corpses.

Their faces were as usual, their hands and feet were nimble, they carried buckets, rags, mop buckets and other items, splashing water and mopping the floor, cleaning up the corpses and blood one by one.

Open the door and open the windows, light a fire and incense, and the smell of blood in the palace will faintly dissipate.

Lady Caishang and the people from Lingli Palace walked away.
Chapter completed!