Feng Bao watched with cold eyes and sneered in his heart.

This is the Wanli Dynasty.

Seeing the adults making a fuss again.

But suddenly, Feng Bao seemed to notice something. He straightened up, raised his head, looked at the empty square outside the hall, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

After a while.

The noise in the hall suddenly stopped.

As Lord Long Live also looked outside the palace, the officials seemed to have noticed something and turned around one after another, looking at the large sedan chair with eight carriages outside the vermilion gate.

Under the attention of the imperial guards, he walked over slowly.

Until the sedan landed in front of the palace, the curtain of the sedan was opened, and a thin old man wearing a crimson first-class official uniform walked out with the support of the sedan bearer.

At this moment, there was complete silence in the hall.

Then, as the old man walked a little staggeringly, he walked into the hall step by step. The elders of the pavilion and the senior officials of the six departments were all dumbfounded.

Zhang Siwei hurriedly stepped forward to meet him, supported the thin old man's arm, and said softly: "Taiyue Gong's condition... is it getting better?"

Zhang Juzheng, who suddenly appeared in Fengtian Hall, nodded.

No words either.
Chapter completed!