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"Dong dong dong!"
The Chengtian drum sounded and hundreds of officials entered the palace.
The wind is strong today, and many ministers have heard about King Xiaoyao yesterday, and they can feel the solemnity on the faces or eyes of many colleagues.
After greeting each other, the ministers entered the palace and began the morning court.
The empress sat on the dragon chair, listening to the ministers reporting on various ministries and matters. She knew that many ministers would definitely stand up today and continue to give advice, asking King Xiaoyao to work with her to manage the situation of the Great Xia Dynasty.
She had heard about King Xiaoyao yesterday afternoon. She was happy at the time, but quickly calmed down. There was no evidence for this matter...
The temple is different from the rivers and lakes. Unless the evidence is conclusive, the officials will inevitably refute the affairs of the rivers and lakes by saying that the rivers and lakes belong to the rivers and lakes, and the affairs of the rivers and lakes do not belong to the temple.
Her eyes were worried, and she glanced at Zhao Wujiang who was behind the courtiers' queue. She found that Zhao Wujiang had also looked over and gave her a gentle gesture, which made her worries dissipate a lot, but raised more doubts.
She knew it was Zhao Wujiang who had spread the news about Xuanyuan Yuheng in the world, but it was obviously difficult to break Xuanyuan Yuheng's arm in court because of this. She didn't understand where Zhao Wujiang's confidence came from.
Half an hour later, the ministers finished their reports.
The empress looked majestic and said calmly:
"If you have something to do, start the show, if nothing happens, leave the court!"
She knew that something was going to happen, but she was hoping for luck.
"Your Majesty, I have something to report." A man in dark blue official robes stood out of the queue. He had an elegant temperament and a long beard. He was Yan Anshen, the minister of the Ministry of Industry.
The empress sighed in her heart and her tone was slightly cold:
"What's the matter with Yan Qing?"
"Report to the Emperor." Yan Anshen opened the hem of his official robe, knelt on the ground, and presented the memorial with both hands:
“Since the Year of the Apocalypse, the great summer has been marked by constant natural disasters and unfavorable people and conditions. Relying on the advantages of a vast territory, it has been unable to sustain itself and has become increasingly weak.
The veteran minister Yan Anshen, thanks to the kindness of the late emperor and His Majesty, is recognized as the Minister of the Ministry of Industry and is an official of the third rank of Daxia.
Now that I see Daxia's weakness, I feel anxious and sad.
Natural disasters can block it, but people and people can repair it.
Your Majesty, you are diligent and devoted to political affairs for Daxia, and the senior ministers are quite heartbroken to see it!
One person is a man, and three people are a crowd. In the current situation in Daxia, why doesn't the emperor summon capable people with lofty ideals to manage the government together?
It can not only relieve Daxia's worries, but also relieve the emperor's fatigue.
King Xiaoyao once co-managed the affairs of the court with the late emperor, and he was very organized about the affairs of the court. He was also generous and kind and sympathized with the sufferings of the people. If the prince and the emperor handled the court affairs together, and with the help of hundreds of officials, why would Daxia not be able to entrust Ji In a weak situation, why worry about not being able to prosper? "
Yan Anshen looked like he had worked hard and alone, and wrote a letter with every word carefully written to plead for King Xiaoyao's life.
"I second the proposal!"
"Wei Chen also thinks so..."
"Yan Shangshu's words are reasonable. Such high-minded ministers..."
"To report to the Emperor, I also believe that Prince Xiaoyao is the perfect candidate..."
"emperor..."
"Old minister, please order me..."
"emperor...."
"..."
As soon as he finished speaking, many ministers stood up and knelt on the ground and asked for orders for King Xiaoyao. They looked like they would kneel to death in the hall if the emperor did not agree.
The empress' brows became increasingly frosty.
"good!"
A loud and magnetic voice resounded throughout the hall, and Zhao Wujiang used his inner strength to overpower everyone's voices.
Stand out of the queue:
"My colleagues are considerate of Daxia and have the courage to give advice with sincerity. This is really a blessing to Daxia!"
Hearing the loud voice and seeing Zhao Wujiang standing in the queue, the courtiers who supported King Xiaoyao instinctively wanted to refute, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with Zhao Wujiang's words, and they were momentarily confused.
"The current situation in Daxia really requires someone to manage political affairs together with the emperor." Zhao Wujiang did not kneel to the ground, but stood tall and straight, holding a memorial in both hands.
Of course, it is wrong to say it is a memorial, it should be an account book.
He said neither humble nor arrogantly:
"But the choice of the candidate, Wei Chen feels that the prince is inappropriate."
They originally thought that Zhao Wujiang was speaking for them, but Zhao Wujiang changed the topic so quickly. The Minister of Industry and others immediately looked at Zhao Wujiang angrily.
"In the whole world, besides the prince, who else is qualified to co-manage political affairs with the emperor?"
"Your words are disrespectful to the prince, and you should be punished!"
"How dare you, little secretary, to talk about such a big thing?"
"Hmph, a eunuch has no foundation, so his words are naturally erratic."
"Bah!"
"..."
They began to criticize Zhao Wujiang with words and writing, spitting everywhere.
The empress looked worried and wanted to signal the eunuch in front of the palace to wave his whip to clear the air, but was stopped by Zhao Wujiang's gentle smile, which seemed to say:
"What I mean is, I will take action."
Zhao Wujiang put the account book back into his arms, stretched out his fingers, looked sideways at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground, and then opened his golden mouth and uttered jade words.
