Yicheng, Summer Palace.

It seemed that an unexpected infectious disease swept the court, and more and more court officials said they were bedridden. So in the morning court that day, there was only one old man in the uniform who looked tired, old and really sick, and three or five court officials were still in the hall.

The old man in the Chinese costume didn't look very energetic, and he would cough a few times from time to time, but his eyes were staring at everything in the hall that were extremely cold. He looked over the back of the heads of the courtiers who lowered their heads deeply and did not dare to look at him, and spoke slowly, "You are still strong and strong, just like me, the old man, can hold on!"

Several court officials quickly knelt down and saluted. One of them had a higher position and said quickly, "How can I compare with the prefect? ​​The prefect is healthy and healthy. It's just that I feel a little sick. In a few days, I will definitely recover as before."

"Oh? Then why do so many civil and military people in the court think that I am the prefect cannot recover as before?" The old man in China reached out and picked up a note on the desk, opened it and took a look, and threw it into the waste paper bucket beside him. "So many people think I am the prefect is old and confused, but he is bullied, why?"

How dare a few court officials take on such a topic? They only felt cold sweat all over and dared not look up.

The old man in China asked and answered, "Isn't it because I lost this battle, I think I am weak and can be bullied?"

He threw another note hard on the table with a "bang", and several court officials were so scared that they kept kowtowing and begging the prefect to calm down.

But the anger in his heart could not be extinguished. He only felt that he was about to burn. "A few months ago, they knelt here like you, singing praises for the decision of the prefect. Because of the prefect's anger, they knelt down and begged for mercy. Now! But they dared not to beg for mercy?!" He slowly stood up and pointed at the court officials below with the note in his hand and asked, "Tell me, who is it, and support them behind them?"

Several court officials didn't even dare to say anything begged the prefect to calm down, but just pressed their heads to the floor and sweated like slurry.

He stared at the court officials under the high platform, and after a long time he calmed down his anger a little. He knew that he could not ask any valuable information from these people. He snorted coldly and threw the note into a corner of the hall. He turned around and left the hall with the help of several palace servants and went to the harem.

After the old man in China left for a long time, several court officials dared to raise their heads and take a look at each other, and then they looked at each other and then dared to get up and retreat outside the hall at the same time. However, before they could comfort each other, they were surrounded by a group of palace guards, ignoring their call for help and mercy, pulling out the long sword and slashing. Soon, there was no sound in front of the hall...

The old man in China had no sense of the bloody incident in front of the palace. He just climbed onto the imperial chariot under the service of a group of palace servants, slowly leaned into the comfortable and soft fur mat, and supported his forehead with one hand to ponder. After a while, he felt something was wrong. He lifted the curtain and rushed to the palace servant outside and said, "Why haven't you...?"

No one responded.

The old man in China immediately noticed something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes, which were originally a little confused, and glanced out the window and knew that the place he was in and was going to be was definitely not the courtyard he was used to returning to. He couldn't help but feel shocked and angry, "Stop! Where are you damn livestocks going to take this prefect?!!"

Still no one gave him any response!

The old man in China coughed anxiously, and then wanted to lift the curtain and rush out, but was shocked back to the depths of his seat by a gentle force!!

"Rebel, rebel...?!" The old man in Chinese clothing was stunned for a moment. He murmured a few words in a low voice before suddenly getting angry again. After several times, he hit the curtain without success, he opened his throat and roared, "Save, save Jia!! There are assassins, and there are assassins here!!"

After a long time, until he shouted and coughed again, there was no extra movement outside the chariot, and then his heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley.

After staying at the peak of power for so long, he naturally understood what it means to be able to do things to this extent.

It means that at least half of the prefect's palace was under the control of some people, and combined with the reactions in the court, he already knew that the situation was hopeless.

He began to calm down. When the imperial chariot finally stopped somewhere, he was able to walk out of the imperial chariot, his posture became a bit majestic.

He looked up at the name of the courtyard "Yiyang Pavilion", snorted coldly, then looked at the obviously different expressions of the palace waiters around him, and then strode into the courtyard.

The courtyard is not small, divided into two small courtyards in front and back. This courtyard was once a very quiet place for his mother's residence in his later years. Now the courtyard is full of well-equipped soldiers. He looked at it coldly and sneered more and more.

When he entered the hall of the inner courtyard, he saw the expected fat man without surprise.

The fat man was obviously middle-aged, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to him, but he was not as majestic as him. When he saw him walking in from outside the hall, he couldn't help but kneel to the ground, and his fat body trembled.

The old man in China had no idea how to look at the fat man walked straight to the main seat of the hall, and then looked up at the two people standing behind the fat man, a middle-aged man with indifferent expressions and a middle-aged scholar with beautiful eyes. "Yi Bai, Meng Shuisheng, are you two invited me to come here?" Seeing that there was no expression on the two men's faces, he suppressed the rage in his heart and asked in a calm tone as possible, "What's the matter with me?"

The middle-aged scholar glanced at Yi Bai, who seemed to be unwilling to care about anything, then looked at the fat man kneeling on the ground and trembling, and said, "The Prefect is not in good health when he is old. I will discuss with the eldest son that he should ask the Prefect to come here to enjoy his old age."

"Oh?" The man in a gorgeous costume looked at the fat man on the ground and said, "Jiuyang, is it you who want to invite your father to come here to enjoy your old age?!"

The fat man shook his head quickly, then got up and came to Yi Bai's side as if he had reacted. Then he looked carefully at the man in the gorgeous clothes and nodded, "Father...Father, since... Besides... the courtiers... Besides, if everyone thinks so, father, please follow them..."

The man in the Chinese costume suddenly laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder. Finally, the laughter stopped and pointed at the fat man and looked at the middle-aged scholars, "You would rather assist him than continue to assist me again?! Why, why?!"

"Because the eldest son should at least be good at doing good..." the middle-aged scholar sighed, "With our assistance, the current situation in Yongchang County will not be worse. Lord Taizhang should rest assured here to enjoy his old age."

"With you assisting? Can you still be called assisting?!" The man in a gorgeous costume pinched the armrest of the chair tightly, and said one by one extremely difficult word, "You can let me enjoy my old age today, and tomorrow you can let him Meng Jiaoyang enjoy my old age. Is this Yongchang County... or the Yongchang County of the Meng family..."

"The prefect is overly worried," said the middle-aged scholar while pulling the fat man out, "Yongchang County will not become Anling County. I am not Dong Qiao, and Wang Hui and Sun Miao will not become Liu Feixu and Han Feng, Yongchang County... will always be Yongchang County of the Meng family..."

"I swear..."
Chapter completed!