Three days later.

The situation in Tanzhou gradually spread in Kyoto.

All the morning was shocked.

On that day, the six ministries, except for the Ministry of War, all wrote letters to impeach the King of Zhenxi to impeach the unfavorable defense of the town, resulting in chaos in Tanzhou. Nine out of ten people in one state were gone.

The censors, like injecting chicken blood, first criticized the Tanzhou governor, general and others from top to bottom, and then pointed the finger at the Ministry of Personnel, impeaching the officials of the Ministry of Personnel for failing to conduct their investigation and misjudged the people. Finally, the war was burned to the King of Zhenxi, which was too late to impeach him and the city was destroyed before it was late.

To put it bluntly, the censors, first, to accuse local officials of Tanzhou, were incompetent and had no shit, and second, to accuse officials of the Ministry of Personnel, as if they were blind. Third, to accuse the King of Zhenxi to hide his evil intentions and respect his own troops. Seeing that Tanzhou was destroyed before it was finished, there was a suspicion of weakening Dashun and being sinister, the crime should be punished.

The court meeting was like a vegetable market, bustling with people, like big stones, and one after another made Emperor Yongxing look dark.

"Enough." Emperor Yongxing's face was as deep as water, his heart was already full of anger, and he looked calm on the surface.

His face was old and his hair was gray, and he was holding his old body. Only the occasional glare in his eyes could be seen that he was once a tough emperor.

He was wearing a bright yellow five-clawed golden dragon wardrobe, sitting firmly on the dragon chair, clasped the armchair with both hands, and blue veins on the back of his palms with old-fashioned spots bulged.

A "enough" to suppress anger was low and calm, and his tone was neither anxious nor slow, and the noisy court suddenly calmed down.

Emperor Yongxing was condescending, his slightly gloomy eyes were fleeting. He glanced at the civil and military officials in the court. The expressions of "The situation in Tanzhou is so heartbroken" on his faces were actually the kind of "It's great, I'm vacant of so many official positions, and I have to fight for it."

Emperor Yongxing, who had been emperor for forty years, had already understood in his heart.

These guys who had been calling the most before, using righteousness as the banner, aren’t they waving flags and shouting for their camp? Emperor Yongxing knows it very well.

Things like this, many parties will have tug-of-war, confront each other, and even have a wide range of connections. This is a rare opportunity for political enemies to suppress each other.

Emperor Yongxing did not give all the civil and military officials the chance to sing opera.

He suddenly became angry and overturned the book to the ground, angrily scolded: "You are all the great pillars, my strongholds, my land in a state is so decayed. The cult rebels, demons, and the remnants of the zombie tribes have made a fuss to such a land. What do I want you? What do the people want you?"

Emperor Yongxing was furious.

He held the dragon chaise, slapped it up, kicked the eunuch who wanted to help him, and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

The civil and military officials of the court immediately bowed their heads, not daring to take a breath. As for whether it was true, only these old foxes knew.

Emperor Yongxing usually went to court, but he was drowsy with his forehead on one hand. He listened to his ministers' reports and did not express his opinion easily. He adopted the tactic of delaying the difficult or debated issues.

After forty years of administration, Emperor Yongxing had already worked hard to keep his heart as calm as water, let them fight, constrain each other, and balance each other, so that the royal power could prosper forever.

Today, he went against the norm and made a conclusion.

"Officials from the third rank and above in Tanzhou are not enough to apologize for their crimes even if they die, and the three clans will be punished. The Minister of Personnel has lost his supervision and heavy responsibility. I miss my love for my old age, so I beg for my bones. The rest are officials of the Ministry of Personnel, who will be fined half a year from top to bottom. The King of Zhenxi... The fiefdom is reduced by 300 miles, and the salary is fined for three years, and the cost of the Kyoto Palace is reduced by half."

"In addition, Wei Prime Minister was in charge of court officials, and the situation in Tanzhou was slow to respond, suspected of being lazy and politically sluggish. He was suspended for seven days and closed his door to think about his mistakes."

"Retreat the court."

Emperor Yongxing was clean and neat and fragile. Before the court officials could thank him, he left.

After the civil and military officials in the court thanked each other, they were stunned and had a long time before they started to talk.

Most of the topics are focused on the old minister of the Ministry of Personnel, some comforting, some gloating, and some secretly happy.

Wei Changji was the prime minister of the current dynasty and suffered undesired disasters.

He was about the same age as Emperor Yongxing, and his half-closed eyes seemed to be so heavy that they could not open.

The punishment for the confinement seems to be very light, but for people with this status, face is actually more important. Emperor Yongxing’s dynasty was stripped of face and showed no mercy, which can be said to be a very heavy punishment.

Wei Changji put his hands in the court ward, his fingers tightly, and his thumb kept circling. He was suspicious: Today, the emperor took Huichun pills? His words were full of energy, and he was full of energy when he first ascended the treasure. This is... a reflection of the future? Could it be... the emperor has not had many days to come?

"Uncle." The middle-aged man with a slightly swollen bag at his eyes and a pale face turned to Wei Changji, lowered his voice and asked softly, "Where is the father singing today?"

Wei Changji looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then swept his eyes to the ministers in the same hall who were moving outside the hall. He saw someone's wandering eyes sweeping here.

He raised his face and saluted the visitor with a straight look, "King An, there are only monarchs and ministers in the court, no uncles and nephews, and etiquette and law should not be messed up."

The corners of King An's mouth trembled, and he felt very upset, and he thought to himself: The old foxes are pretending to be strong, and when I take the Grand Principal, I will give you a pair of coffin boards one by one in the future.

King An thought so, but smiled on his face and immediately replied, "Wei Xiang has taught him a lesson. I am stupid and want to ask the Prime Minister for some questions."

Wei Changji nodded, Xunkong stretched out his hand, signaling King An to leave first, and everyone chatted while walking.

After leaving the hall gate, the officials coming and going were separated by themselves.

Wei Changji then put away his pretended gentle appearance and said, "The things in Tanzhou are unusual, and the situation may change. Today, the emperor's behavior is abnormal. It is time for you to pay your respects to your mother."

Even if there is no outsider, Wei Changji's words are still clear. The so-called situation changes, so it is naturally the matter of establishing a prince. He hinted that King An would lend Empress Wei the opportunity to pay his respects and inquire about the news. First, why is it abnormal to explore Emperor Yongxing, and second, to remind the harem forces that the prince's dispute is probably about to come.

King An hasn't spoken yet.

Wei Changji then raised his hands, squinted his eyes and walked slowly past him.

His lips opened slightly, and he whispered, as if he was talking to himself, "If you want to break the matter in your house, you should break it. Stay calm for a while, don't leave the beginning and end."

King An's body stiffened and he was still in place, waiting until Wei Changji walked away.

Only then did he realize that his back seemed to be soaked.

King An was thinking a lot and thought to himself: Did he find something? It’s unreasonable. The housekeeper who knew about that matter has been dealt with by me. Could it be... the uncle of the country is also part of the awakening plan?

King An shook his head and denied this idea himself. Then he thought that Wei Changji might be referring to his special hobbies.

King An said insidiously, a close friend came to report recently, saying that he had found a top-notch in Yuqian Lane, which was shocking. It seemed that this matter should be slow, at least after the 60th birthday of his father.

Seeing that the birthday was just a few days ago, King An's heart had just calmed down and became restless again.

He nodded, not knowing what was happy about him, but his pale face was filled with a bloody smile.

...

The Yongxing Emperor was furious in the court and quickly cut the chaos and handled the situation in Tanzhou completely.

Before the court uniform was changed, I couldn't wait to walk towards the cold palace.

He walked faster and faster, his steps became lighter and lighter. Nearly sixty people actually walked out of the feeling of excitement.

It can be seen that Emperor Yongxing was in a very happy mood.

The palace maid and eunuch who was serving the side was so scared that she wanted to support her but didn't dare. Following Emperor Yongxing's steps, he kept his foot in a hurry, staring at his feet, for fear that he would fall suddenly and cause his head to fall to the ground.

In the cold palace, those half-crazy women and old nannies were gone. Earlier, they were either uniformly sentenced to death or were driven out of the palace.

At this time, the cold palace was surrounded by the imperial guards and the dragon guards inside. The transformed deep palace was guarded by three steps, one stand, five steps, and one whistle, with strict guards.

Even Emperor Yongxing, the Dashun Emperor, had to take out half a jade ring to match if he wanted to enter.

This shows the specifications of this place and the degree of importance Dashun attaches to this place.

After passing the periphery, Han Lin had already been waiting in the periphery.

"Old ancestor, is that done?" Emperor Yongxing couldn't wait, and he was overwhelmed with joy. He subconsciously ran a few steps, and slowly stabilized his pace.

He covered his back with his hand and coughed lightly to cover it up. Then he calmed down and said with a blank expression: "Thank you for your hard work in Hall Master Han. The Soul-Shenzhen Department and the Demon-Slaying Hall also made great contributions. The King of Zhenxi has suffered misunderstandings and has made great contributions to the future. The history of the Dashun Dynasty will definitely add a strong mark to the ministers."

Han Lin was not as reserved as Emperor Yongxing when facing Emperor Zhenxi.

He took out his ears and yawned boredly. He lazily gave Emperor Yongxing a courtesy of the emperor and his ministers, and waved his hand: "The things are inside, how to use them? I will teach you. I won't read them anymore, and I'm upset."

Looking at Han Lin walking away without any rules, Emperor Yongxing didn't think he was angry.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said to himself, "It's better to miss you than to meet, I understand."

Emperor Yongxing entered the deep palace.

The renovated underground palace was filled with institutions. Emperor Yongxing went around alone and opened layers of secret doors with his own dragon energy.

The deepest layer.

A lifelike sleeping dragon entrenched underground.

This dragon is not a real thing, but a dynasty luck.

The lucky dragon heard the movement and opened his eyes slightly, and two dazzling yellow pupils reflected the figure of Emperor Yongxing.

It opened its mouth and sucked, and Emperor Yongxing disappeared in place.

It appears, not sure where.

This is a bright void in the starry sky.

If you can't connect to the sky above and the ground below, Emperor Yongxing is like floating in the air.

This is the space of luck, the dynasty is unique, and the world is unique.

In front of Emperor Yongxing, there were galaxies flowing, stars falling and rising, as if they were in the glory of the universe.

A yellow light that rushed straight to the infinite sky, and was invisible to the distance, pierced the upper and lower parts.

Near Huangmang, in front of Emperor Yongxing was a brocade box, inside it was the land of the zombie tribe’s sacrificial land of Tanzhou, offering millions of people, and the melted corpse roar, light and shadow creation pill.

Emperor Yongxing's calm face was obviously moved, and his old body seemed much younger.

A flash of flush appeared on his face, muttering to himself:

"It is worth sacrificing the people of a state. Even if the Jigu Sect is not chaotic, I will make him chaotic and not give the zombie chance. How could they refine this elixir of creation for me?"

"I can't bear all the eternal infamy in Tanzhou. The emperor's brother cannot bear it, and I can't bear it even more. Since the remnants of the previous dynasty are about to jump out, the big show between me and the emperor's brother gives you a chance. If you don't get it yourself, then I can't blame me."

"With this Creation Pill, you can communicate with God and summon Taizu to come. Then, let alone Yin and Yang, even the three realms will be under the control of our Han clan."
To be continued...