In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Emperor Zheng was sitting on the dragon chair without moving. His gaze faintly swept over the prince in the front row and the civil and military ministers in the first hall.
"Do all the beloved ministers have the same thoughts as the prince?"
The eyes of a civil and military minister flickered.
Jiang Xiang, the old man in the cabinet, was about to go out in line with a wat board in his hand. Suddenly he paused again, and there was a conflict between heaven and man in his heart.
Emperor Zhizheng also glanced at Jiang Xiang. Seeing that he made no move, he glanced away lightly.
"I have weighed this matter myself and there is no need to discuss it further."
"The Emperor's Holy Might."
"Father!" His Highness the Thirteenth Highness was still unwilling to give up and tried to plead for mercy again to the superior Emperor Zhizheng.
His Highness Thirteenth Prince pursed his lips unwillingly after being glanced sharply by Zhizheng Emperor.
The eunuch serving the court said: "If you have the foundation to start the memorial, if you don't have the foundation to retreat from the court!"
Ministers of civil and military affairs poured out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony like a tide.
"Mr. Jiang Ge, as the young master of the former crown prince, you have taught His Highness the Seventh Highness for more than ten years. Why don't you say a word or two for His Highness the Seventh?" Yang Shi, who is also a cabinet minister, seemed to be regretful and mocking. said.
Jiang Xiang glanced at him leisurely, "The emperor has his own holy judgment, why do I need to say more." He strode away.
Yang Shi looked at his back with unclear meaning.
Liu Qi, the Minister of Household Affairs, walked up to him and said, "Jiang Xiang was demoted from the first assistant of the cabinet to the second assistant, and then to the cabinet minister. If he talks more, I am afraid he will be demoted from the capital."
Yang Shi smiled and said, "No. It's better to protect yourself wisely, but you failed to live up to the late empress's respect."
Talking to Liu Qi, he walked towards the palace gate, "I think Mr. Liu will be promoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs soon. Don't forget to support Yang then."
"Master Yang is joking."
"It's a joke. Don't everyone see Mr. Liu's ability? He has a good grandson, and I can't compare with him. Now His Highness Thirteenth is very capable in taking care of the general affairs. The emperor often praises him, and it is rare for him to still be innocent. My heart is willing to intercede for His Highness Seventh Prince in the main hall. It is no wonder that he is the most favored by the Emperor among all the princes."
Liu Qi felt proud after hearing this. His Highness Thirteenth is his grandson. If his grandson is good, how can he, Liu Qi, not be good? How can the Liu family be bad?
Liu Qi was very proud, but Jiang Xiang looked gloomy and locked himself in the study when he returned home.
Jiang Xuyang knocked on the study door: "Father."
Jiang Xiang didn't look at him, and was immersed in his own thoughts.
Jiang Xuyang sighed: "Father, don't be too worried. His Highness Seventh has been in the imperial mausoleum for six years, and he doesn't care about an extra day and a half. Looking at the emperor's intention, I'm afraid he hasn't relaxed yet. Father, don't be impatient and lose the big for the small. "
Jiang Xiang came back to his senses and said, "My son is right to remind you. As a father, you still need to wait for the right time, don't be impulsive." He has been waiting for six years, does he still care about waiting for this moment and a half longer?
If he is demoted from the capital, who else will vindicate the prince's case in the future, and who else will work for His Majesty the Seventh Prince?
Six years ago, he also thought he would be implicated in the Prince's case and convicted, but he was not. He also thought he would be removed from the cabinet, but he was not. It's just that the first assistant was demoted to the second assistant, and then to the cabinet minister.
After all these years, he still couldn't figure out the emperor's thoughts.
"His Majesty Seventh Prince, you need someone to watch over you secretly. Don't let anyone abuse him. But don't let anyone see it either."
"yes."
In the main hall of the palace, Zhao Guangyuan was busy packing pens and ink, drying paper, and washing pens for Zhao Guangyuan. He was extremely attentive and dog-legged, which made Zhao Guangyuan look sideways.
"Want to play on your phone?"
"ah?"
Ah for what! With this stupid look, Cao Cuo even said he looked like him. People become dizzy even before they get old. Zhao Guangyuan looked at Chang Zhi's stupidity and felt disgusted.
When he was a child, he was very clear-sighted, smart and clever. How could he be so stupid!
His Highness disliked him again. It was so long that he pouted.
She couldn't help but look at him secretly, and when she saw that he didn't seem angry, she moved and moved to his side.
"What to do?"
"Your Highness, do you want to eat a big watermelon?"
Zhao Guangyuan raised his eyebrows: "You want to eat?"
"It's not me! It's Dongxue. Dongxue said she wanted to eat a big watermelon. It's still too hot today. His Highness thought, it would be great if there was a big, red, sandy and sweet watermelon to eat. ." I couldn't help but sip my saliva.
It's so stupid to say that you don't want to eat it.
"This palace is tall and broad, not like your short house. If I don't bring Dongxue to the palace tomorrow, I won't think about the watermelon."
ah?
That's not what it means. He lowered his head and squatted on the ground.
"Tsk!" Zhao Guangyuan frowned.
It was so long that the little feet stopped awkwardly in fear. She raised her eyes to look at him and endured it again and again: "Your Highness, are you out of money? As long as you still have money on your mobile phone, I will spend it on Your Highness."
Tsk, going around and around in circles doesn’t really get to the point. Not cute at all, Zhao Guangyuan was disgusted, "I'm rich!"
"oh."
Oh what. "Go and practice big calligraphy. If you don't write a hundred words, you won't be allowed to go back at night."
"Oh." Changzhi wilted over and spread out his paper and pen, preparing to sharpen his ink and practice calligraphy, when he heard Zhao Guangyuan say, "Let's give it a few days."
"Ah?" Ah!
"Your Highness, are you saying that you will go find your sister in a few days?" Changzhi was overjoyed and looked at him with gleaming eyes.
"Um."
"I knew His Highness was the best!" After flattering him a few times, he picked up his pen and practiced calligraphy with great energy, and couldn't help humming happily.
Zhao Guangyuan raised the corner of his mouth and pressed it down again.
His eyes moved to his hands and touched the black rubber band on his hands. He was afraid that the vague affection he had for her would end in vain. He is a useless person, why should he delay her.
Besides, she has Han Yang. Still in the same place with him.
He's not up to it.
Lin Zhaoxia looked at Han Yang's incoming call on her phone and was stunned for several seconds before finally pressing it.
Soon, Han Yang sent a WeChat message: "Xia Xia, tomorrow is Chinese Valentine's Day, can I treat you to dinner?"
Lin Zhaoxia didn't reply.
Han Yang was not discouraged: "I still remember the first Chinese Valentine's Day we spent together. We went to see movies and eat delicious food, and we almost couldn't go back to the dormitory that day..."
But in just a few years, how could Lin Zhaoxia forget?
But now she doesn't want to mention it anymore. Some people and some things, after making mistakes, are pulled back on track, and they should be content with their destiny on their own track. A melon that is twisted hard will not be sweet, and a broken mirror will stick but will have cracks.
The next day was Chinese Valentine's Day, and Lin Zhaoxia was called to Mr. Huang's company by Secretary Song early in the morning.
Another day of follow-up visits. Lin Zhaoxia has followed her twice before. After this time, she probably won't have any more work follow-ups. Let's go to the Huang family to visit the daily life of the family. After the photos have been selected, the autobiography of the early 100,000-year-old can be completed by writing at most 20,000 to 30,000 words.
No matter how many more, I'm afraid it will be published in two volumes.
When Lin Zhaoxia was about to leave, Secretary Song smiled at her mysteriously and asked her to leave from the basement, saying that Mr. Huang's driver wanted to get her something from the car.
Lin Zhaoxia declined, and Secretary Song said with a smile: "You probably won't come here again. Mr. Huang wants to give you something to express his gratitude. Just accept it. It's the holiday today, and the company's employees all have holiday gifts. One more for you." not much."
Lin Zhaoxia couldn't refuse, so she had to say thanks. Just as she was about to walk out of Mr. Huang's office, a dignified middle-aged lady came in.
Secretary Song was stunned, and Lin Zhaoxia also stopped.
