The sound reached the Renshou Palace, and Queen Mother Zhang's face turned even paler.
It had only been ten days, and the emperor's prestige in the inner palace had already reached this level.
It was natural for the eunuchs to obey the emperor. But in the eyes of Empress Dowager Zhang, she was even more frightened in her heart.
This matter... really has nothing to do with her!
"What are you looking at us for? Wu Dinghou, what do you mean?"
Outside Chengtian Gate, Zhang Heling glared at Guo Xun with a sullen face.
"Huh!" Guo Xun said nothing, but still looked at Chengtianmen with a sullen face and worry.
What happened was too coincidental.
No matter what the situation is, today is extremely dangerous.
Those with more flexible minds can't help but wonder why the emperor used this method to show his favor to his ministers?
Yang Tinghe hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Everyone waited until the third tonggu, and the left and right gates of the Meridian Gate were opened.
"On the day of the great dynasty, all ministers will come to the dynasty!"
It was a banquet after the great court meeting, in the Qianqing Palace that had just suffered a fire.
"Boom!" A drum.
In the rain curtain, there were naturally many old people and those in poor health.
Yang Tinghe's petition did not receive a positive response, but now the throne is about to be removed.
"It's raining heavily today. I didn't expect that the imperial meeting would last for such a long time." Zhu Houcong finally spoke, "The civil servants will go to the Wenhua Hall, and the military ministers will go to the Wuying Hall. Zhang Jin, please prepare more ginger soup for the court."
Otherwise, there would be hundreds or even thousands of people in this great dynasty, how could they prepare in a hurry?
Since a banquet can be given there, do you think the fire is not serious?
The Lu Bo Dajia prepared for the Great Court Meeting was already moving to the Qianqing Palace, and the qualified civil servants and military generals exchanged glances with each other.
When he looked up, the emperor's figure finally appeared on the throne.
But under the invisible pressure, they just stood in the rain naturally without talking to each other.
Guo Xun passed through the Youye Gate and walked outside the West Corner Gate. The first thing he saw was Qiu Luan, who was appointed as the guard's guard.
When the emperor appears to give a banquet, the official must appear according to the rules.
If it is a natural disaster, then the battle over the gift has just ended, and now there is a celestial warning, will there be someone with an iron head?
"Boom!" Two-tone drum.
Looking up, he saw a guard standing solemnly in the rain, his armor glowing with light.
Yang Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief. If anything was discussed in private, it was a sign of stability.
But what about today?
The number of Duke Bo, Prince Consort and Commander-in-Chief suddenly exceeded the number of four cabinet ministers and nine ministers.
When he was carried by Huang Jin and ran wildly in the rain, Zhu Houcong deeply felt why the emperor was suspicious, and he also felt firsthand the possible murderous intention hidden among the palace complex at night.
If there is nothing else to do, it is time to disperse.
Zhu Houcong now does not know that this incident really happened in history, or that his actions in discussing the matter with Dali before and after he ascended the throne caused this incident.
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
"Do you have the memorial for me?" Zhu Houcong asked.
But no one dared to show any complaints today. Who knew that the emperor who was sitting there calmly now would become angry because of which words?
The walls and gate of his palace had just been burned down!
"The emperor has ascended to his throne, and all the ministers will see you!"
No one stood up to complain, but Yang Tinghe stood up nervously: "Your Majesty, I heard that the Rijing Gate was struck by lightning and caught fire. Will the Qianqing Palace be damaged? I ask the Ministry of Works to immediately start rebuilding it and renovate the Qingning Palace to prepare for Princess Xingxian. The royal family members have arrived in Beijing."
The Marquis of Xianning was seriously ill and could not return, but his grandson still participated in the imperial meeting in this way.
But arrangements like this one mean that they are prepared in advance and can have something hot to eat.
No, is it a show of favor? There were over a thousand civil and military ministers who came into the palace during the great court meeting!
Can Wenhua Palace and Wuying Palace accommodate so many people eating at the same time?
It’s temporary custody!
The palace guards guard every door, who can get out?
The emperor has not spoken yet.
People like cabinet ministers and Jiuqing are not brainless.
For the sake of ceremony, many people put on a layer of soft boots over their boots. At this moment, they took off their outer soft boots and silently came to line up in front of the Meridian Gate.
Thinking that the emperor had arranged this during the fire last night, many people felt warm in their hearts.
"Mr. Pavilion, Your Majesty is giving me a banquet. Is it okay for me to be an official?" Yan Song hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
A lightning strike caused a fire. How could the fire burn so fast that the two eunuchs who were so close could not notice it and were burned to death on the spot?
Or maybe the sky thunder did not come from above, but slanted across the eaves of the Nijingmen's porch, killing them all at the same time?
One on the left and one on the right, the Sun Jing Gate is not small. Was it because their feet were touching each other, or was it struck by lightning?
Zhu Houcong was silent, cold sweat dripping from the foreheads of the civil and military ministers in the west corner gate, while the ministers outside could not tell whether it was rain or cold sweat on their cheeks.
The three-way drum hasn't sounded yet, so there's no need to line up neatly here at this moment.
Guo Xun's heart was shattered. No one was sure what happened in the palace until he saw the real person.
With a dull sound, the left and right side doors of Chengtian Gate slowly opened.
As the drums and music played in unison, hundreds of officials knelt down to express their congratulations.
Will many people be unable to come out today?
In the heavy rain, it's scary.
Two eunuchs on duty who were sleeping under the porch of Nisei in the heavy rain were burned to death?
Zhu Houcong really didn't believe it.
There were thunderstorms and heavy rain.
Historically, it was rare for ministers to actually perform affairs at the imperial meeting, and the emperor did not ask about politics on this occasion.
Except during the reign of Emperor Taizu.
Standing in the rain, Xie Changjie longed more than ever to be ranked above the third rank and stand in a place where he could be sheltered from the wind and rain.
Yang Tinghe looked at the emperor anxiously, only to hear Zhu Houcong say calmly: "The prince, Prince Consort, the four pavilion elders, Jiuqing, the Palace of Qianqing has given a banquet. Dismiss the dynasty!"
Just as Li Hao was about to stand up and express his position, Wang Qiong beside him shook his head slightly.
Yang Tinghe, Yuan Zonggao, and Wang Qiong all breathed a long sigh of relief: to go to court, there must be an emperor.
In the heavy rain, the ceremonial guards displayed by the Jin Yiwei were solemn and brilliant, and the Jiaofang Secretary displayed great joy.
However, the time for the end of the morning is not fixed, and the food for the morning is generally difficult to eat: after all, it is not cooked at the first time.
I didn’t mention it that day, I didn’t mention it these days, but today I brought it up on my own initiative. What is he afraid of?
With Zhang Zuo's mind, he couldn't figure it out.
"My lord! Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
In this suffocating atmosphere, the routine process of the imperial meeting finally came to an end, and all the ministers looked at the emperor.
Zhang Zuo, who was behind Zhang Jin, couldn't help but look up at Yang Tinghe.
Now that he can sit here, it means that the situation in the palace is under control.
If it was a man-made disaster...that would be even more unimaginable.
Your Majesty, others are fine!
Zhu Houcong looked at Yang Tinghe.
He didn't remember Lao Qin talking about the fire.
How could Yan Song not seize such an opportunity?
"My lords are safe." The emperor's voice was calm and calm.
Since the emperor ascended the throne, they will set foot inside Fengtianmen for the first time.
But no one thought that they were going there to start a fight, but there must be something inconvenient to say here, and it was inconvenient to get angry here.
The lunar calendar is purely ceremonial.
I walked into Chengtianmen in suffocating silence. Under the untidy oil paper umbrellas, everyone felt uneasy.
No one knew what was going on in the palace at this moment, until Mai Fu hurried to Zhang Yong's side, lowered his head and said something, and Zhang Yong nodded.
But the courtiers who walked onto Waijinshui Bridge became frightened when they looked at the deep doorway.
By the time we reach Hou Chao's area, there will be no more mud here.
Facing Guo Xun's gaze, Qiu Luan did not squint and stood motionless in the rain.
"... Sir, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Today's emperor is not considerate of his ministers, and the rituals of the court are carried out in an orderly manner.
It has been a custom since ancient times to give food to the emperor after the dynasty has dispersed.
No one took this to heart.
"Be careful when writing today's matters." He solemnly warned Yan Song.
"I understand!"
Along with Liu Longqi and the top civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty, Yan Song walked into the rain inside Fengtian Gate, but Yan Song's heart was extremely hot.
What kind of historical facts will lie ahead that make Yang Tinghe urge him to write carefully?
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