The court meeting broke up and the ministers left, except Huang Zhicheng.
At this moment, Zhao Weilong knelt in the side hall of Qian'an Hall and burned incense to the portrait of Emperor Tai'an enshrined on the wall.
Huang Zhicheng knelt outside the side hall and looked at the young emperor in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
As a minister from the East Palace, Huang Zhicheng watched Zhao Weilong grow up, and it was he who single-handedly pushed him to the throne.
The relationship between the two is very close. To put it bluntly, although they are master and apprentice, they are more like father and son.
Nowadays, the affairs of the government are difficult, with internal and external difficulties, constant party disputes, and the pampering of military leaders...
These messes and heavy burdens have overwhelmed Zhao Weilong and made Huang Zhicheng extremely distressed.
Seeing Zhao Weilong "stupefied" on the spot, "Your Majesty... you have to cheer up!"
"Although the situation is critical now, the overall situation is still under control. Your Majesty, there is no need to be too worried!"
Huang Zhicheng guessed right, Zhao Weilong was indeed very sad at the moment.
But as an emperor, Zhao Weilong would not openly show weakness.
So at this moment, he said extremely calmly: "Sir, I am not that fragile!"
"I presumed the Holy Will on my own and asked the Emperor to punish me..."
Huang Zhicheng had just finished his apology when he heard Zhao Weilong say: "Sir... I'm afraid that many officials in the court are colluding with King Yong. You are the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. You have to find these people!"
Although many of Duan Fei's party members were dismissed and exiled, Zhao Weilong also protected a group of them before, and these people also became his supporters.
But right now, there was a question mark in his mind as to whether these people were really loyal.
Huang Zhicheng said: "I will pay more attention to verify it!"
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Yanshou Palace is the residence of the Empress Dowager.
Inside the palace gate, Mrs. Li was sitting by the small garden, staring at the butterflies on the flowers.
It could be seen that she was feeling a little depressed at the moment.
Concubine Duan was kidnapped, and it seemed to Li that she must have been killed by a thief.
The death of her lifelong rival and enemy made Concubine Duan feel a little sad for a while, feeling that the rest of her life would have no fun.
More importantly, Concubine Duan did not die in her hands, which made Li feel regretful.
Just as Li was feeling lost, a eunuch hurriedly walked into the palace gate.
"What's the matter? You're so worried!"
Before the eunuch could approach, the old lady serving him couldn't help scolding him. This was also her duty and responsibility.
The eunuch hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty... I just got the news that King Yong has rebelled!"
Hearing this, Mrs. Li came back to her senses and said calmly: "Who is so bold and dares to rebel... He is really looking for death!"
"It's King Yong!"
"King Yong?" Mrs. Li read it once, and her expression suddenly changed.
"Tell me again, who is it?"
With this sentence, Li's tone was full of anger and hatred, and his whole aura became fierce.
The eunuch who reported the report was so frightened that he fell to the ground and replied tremblingly: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, it's King Yong!"
"Prince Yong? Zhao Yanxun?"
After pronouncing these two nouns, Mrs. Li slapped the fruit plate on the coffee table and said in a cold voice: "Cao Miaoyin... you bitch, your mother and son are really haunted, you really deserve to die!"
Both Zhao Yanxun and Concubine Duan were dead in Mrs. Li's heart, but the news she just learned made her know that both mother and son were alive.
The enemy of life and death, the sworn enemy, is still alive and well... How can Mr. Li accept this?
Concubine Duan escaped under her nose, which made Li feel extremely frustrated.
With a huge advantage, she thought she had won the final victory, but unexpectedly she was overturned by Concubine Duan.
After Li's anger subsided, dozens of maids and eunuchs in the courtyard of Yanshou Palace were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground.
At this moment, Mrs. Li became angrier and more angry as she thought about it. She wanted to curse something but could not say anything. Her chest and abdomen were heaving up and down, and the old lady beside her was full of worry.
In the end, Mrs. Li couldn't breathe, closed her eyes and fainted.
"The Queen Mother..."
In the Yanshou Palace, there was a shout.
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Over there in the capital, somewhere in a remote alley, a woman in coarse cloth was sitting in a dilapidated courtyard, rubbing cotton thread in her hands.
These rolled cotton threads will be collected by the government and then used to make military uniforms.
Although summer is approaching, the imperial court has already been making clothes for the army half a year in advance.
In the courtyard next door, another woman reminded: "Sister Cao, you must be slow. The officials will come to collect things in a few days. Don't be unable to hand over your things by then!"
The so-called next door yard is just a fence in the middle, so the two yards can see each other.
The "Sister Cao" who was reminded was naturally Concubine Duan in disguise.
In this time of zombie chaos, there are many refugees in Gyeonggi County.
In order to maintain order, the refugees were organized, and the men were all assigned to transport military supplies, while the women did some low-physical and skilled work.
For example, making cotton thread, weaving, making clothes, making shoes, hats, cotton socks and quilts.
Here in Nancheng, the imperial court housed nearly 100,000 women who specialized in "logistics" services.
The origins of these people are mixed, and their management is simpler and rougher. It is the best place to hide people.
Since the incident in Wudingfang, inspections at all major city gates have been strict, and patrols on the city walls have also been extremely strict, so Concubine Duan can only hide in the city for the time being.
You have to work in the nursing home, but you have to work again after leaving the nursing home. Fortunately, Concubine Duan is used to it.
No one would believe me if I told you that, as the biological mother of a "rebel", Concubine Duan was actually making military supplies for the imperial court.
After hearing the persuasion of the woman next door, Concubine Duan helplessly replied: "I'm afraid my old bones will be gone soon, so let him be!"
The woman next door said while working quickly: "Don't say that, at least you still have a nephew, and you can finally look forward to your life!"
The "nephew" she refers to is Cao Yunhui, who comes to visit Concubine Duan from time to time. This is known to the neighbors.
There are no photos in this era. As long as a person changes his appearance, it is extremely difficult to find him in such a chaotic place.
Of the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital, only a handful knew Concubine Duan.
Concubine Duan said calmly: "What does my nephew do? I have to rely on my son!"
Hearing this, the woman next door said: "At least you have your son by your side, which is not as miserable as mine... My son's wife was bitten to death by a monster, and only my grandson and I are left!"
These were extremely heavy words, but the woman spoke them very normally. She had obviously been numbed by life.
Concubine Duan originally thought that her life was miserable enough, but like the woman next door, she must have at least sons and grandsons, so she was obviously extremely happy.
After a few breaths of silence, Concubine Duan comforted her: "Everyday will get better!"
Concubine Duan could never imagine that she would say something to an ordinary woman.
Hearing this, the woman next door looked back at her grandson sitting on the ground, with a smile on her face and said, "Yes... life will always get better!"
Immediately afterwards, the woman asked again: "Sister Cao...where is your son? Why haven't you seen him here?"
Concubine Duan rubbed the cotton thread and replied: "My son is far away, so he can't come over!"
"Where is it? How far can it be without even your own mother coming to see you?"
"On the west side!"
"At war?"
Concubine Duan smiled slightly and said, "Yes... we are fighting!"
"Fight, as long as you win, he can come and see you!" said the woman next door.
Stopping what she was doing, Concubine Duan looked up to the west and murmured: "That's right...if he wins, he can come and see my mother!"
