Chapter 545

Xiao Yanjun bowed his head and saluted. Naturally, he couldn't see the deep valley in the emperor's bright eyes.

The emperor's fist clenched hand knocked on the table and said, "I naturally believe in your ability to do things. Those ministers outside will leave it to you to persuade them to retreat."

Xiao Yanjun looked stunned and looked up with concern: "but father, they are worried about whether your holy body is healthy. If you don't let the imperial doctors have a look, how can you calm the hearts of all officials..."

The emperor's eyes swept the bright color just now. When Xiao Yanjun looked up, his eyes showed a tired posture: "I'm tired. I know my body. You didn't say anything just now, but with orders, why? Can't you share my worries for me?"

Xiao Yanjun originally had a wishful thinking. Just on the grounds of his dragon's health, he united the hearts of his ministers and forced the emperor to consult.

It never occurred to me that the emperor would finally hand over this difficult task to him.

He swears and swears in his heart. For a moment, he is frozen there. He should be neither, nor should he be.

The emperor waited for a moment and saw that he didn't respond. He obviously lost his patience. He suddenly colded his face and said in an unhappy tone: "it seems that you can't do anything. If Mu Bai were here, he wouldn't let me worry about this trivial matter. Seeing that he is coming back soon..."

Xiao Yanjun listened in his ear, his heart sinking, clenched his teeth and replied in a loud voice: "my son's minister takes orders, and my son's minister should share his worries for my father and Emperor."

The emperor's thin lips raised a sneer and waved, "go."

Xiao Yanjun answered. When he looked up, the emperor seemed to lean back on the chair with his eyes closed. The fist he held in his hand tightened, and finally bowed back.

After Xiao Yanjun left, a figure appeared in the Qingxin hall. The emperor raised his eyebrows at the man in strong clothes and said, "later, you can't send him."

"There are still many things to do. It's OK not to go to this scene." The man bowed his eyebrows and bowed away.

That looks strange, but that voice is very familiar

Xiao Yanjun led such a task out of the Qingxin hall. Obviously, he was more eager than the ministers in front of him to ask the emperor for consultation. It happened that he had to go against his heart and advised them not to gather people to put pressure on him, which made the emperor more upset.

He ordered a few words to Nie Hongyang beside him. He thought that at the moment, at the door of the Hou house and General Zhao's house, he must be surrounded by Baixin to denounce, and his heart relieved his boredom.

In the snowy evening, the happiness in my heart is better than the unhappiness in front of me.

Today, he completely fought a turnaround. Looking at the ministers crawling at his feet, he can already foresee that in the morning of tomorrow, he can only follow his lead.

Even if the Emperor didn't want to consult, the minister couldn't feel at ease. The memorial of the prince couldn't float into the imperial study like snowflakes.

At the beginning of summer, I can't turn over again, but the five princes of the Mongolian nationality are coming. At that time, Xiao Zimu is something. There's plenty of time. Clean up slowly

As soon as he thought about it, he even felt like he was in control of the throne.

Today, this chair has been taken. Will the supreme dragon chair be far away?

Xiao Yanjun involuntarily bent the corner of his mouth, walked to min Zhisong and helped him up with his own hands.

The minister min of the Ministry of officials all stood up. With his continuous, naturally, many people of Xiao Yanjun camp stood up in turn and began to persuade Xu Wanjun them.

Xiao Yanjun can still stand here and look coldly at this moment, but he just shows an attitude to the emperor.

In fact, his heart has long floated to the prison of Dali temple, the door of Hou's house and the door of General Zhao

Zhao Xingwen sneaked all the way back to the house from mingxiangyuan. He was still thinking that the door of the house must be full of people. He was worried about how to get in.

When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he was stunned.

The door of Zhao's house is really full of people.

But the original relatives who came to denounce were not as loud as their mother's voice.

Relying on the advantage of height, Zhao Xingwen stood at the periphery of the crowd, covered his face and stretched his neck to look at the crowd.

His mother asked someone to move a chair from the house, so she sat down at the gate of General Zhao's house with great boldness and arrogance, crossed her waist and swept around the relatives: "on martial arts, who are we afraid of in Zhao's house?"

Zhao Xingwen watched from behind. If he didn't have to cover his face, he really wanted to clap his hands and shout good.

The image of his mother's glory and greatness glittered in his heart.

Most of these relatives are old and weak women and children. Even if there are men, they are no better in their prime of life.

These people have never seen such a scene, let alone such a tough woman.

Although Gu shirou was famous for his shrewdness in the capital in those years, it was more than 20 years ago after all. After his big marriage, his husband and son converged a lot, and even rarely went out.

Although there are still her legends in Beijing, they are only legends.

Over time, the people have forgotten.

Now, seeing this battle again, the elderly people have some delusions. It seems that they vaguely return to more than 20 years ago. Gu shirou, a female, picked all the men in Beijing, beat them with disheartened faces and raised their hands to beg for mercy

"Don't say I'm Gu shirou. I bully you with the identity of the daughter-in-law of the late Prince Hui and the current aunt of King Jing..."

Zhao Xingwen listened to his mother's words, the green veins on his forehead jumped, and suddenly found in his heart that his mother was not only good at martial arts, but also good at literary talent.

It's really artistic

"I'll reason with you today. You are all relatives of Zhao Jiajun, aren't you?" Gu shirou pointed to them and asked.

The relatives could not help swallowing their saliva and nodding.

"They followed General Zhao in glory, died in battle and became heroes through the ages." Gu shirou first hugged the sky in the direction of Han Yang, then turned his head to sweep around his relatives and scolded and asked, "but what about you? You blocked the door of Zhao's house and talked hard to ask for an explanation for their bodies, didn't you?"

The relatives looked at each other. They were justified, but they were confused by what she said.

It had nothing to do with General Zhao, but

Finally, a man in the crowd summoned up his courage and shouted, "that's not because your son is the guarantor for the young marquis."

Then there was a voice of response: "yes, it's not that General Zhao said that the little Marquis would not do this angry thing."

"We didn't believe in the Zhao family at the beginning. Now he has recognized it himself. Can't we come and ask for an explanation..."

"Good!" Gu shirou spun his long legs and stepped on the chair: "I'll give you a statement today!"