What did the Queen Mother Sun not do?
The Ministry of Rites has given him the honorary title. Although the canonization ceremony has not yet taken place, the edict has been issued, and the matter is basically settled.
The Wu family should now be called Queen Mother Wu.
Queen Mother Sun was not completely unaware of the actions in the harem these days.
She knew in her heart that it was only a matter of time before Queen Mother Wu took action against the people in the harem.
Only the maids in various palaces were moved, Wang Qin and Ruan Lang were not moved, so each of them took a step back.
So although Queen Mother Sun was furious when she got the news, after she calmed down, she finally stopped and made no further reaction.
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At the other end, Shuntianfu Yamen.
Shuntian Prefecture Yin Wangxian sat down in the back office, raised his hand to pick up the tea cup on the table, and drank it directly without caring whether it was cold tea or not.
These days, the busiest yamen in the capital has to be Shuntian Mansion.
Since the army reported to Beijing, the Ministry of War has been rectifying the defenses of the nine gates, the Ministry of Household Affairs has been rushing to transport grain and grass, and the Ministry of Works has been rushing to strengthen the city's defenses.
He, the governor of Shuntian, was asked to help with everything, but he couldn't afford to offend anyone.
And not only that, as soon as the news of the imperial court's defeat came, the people below were also panicked. All kinds of petty thefts and fights broke out.
The pressure on Shuntian Prefecture to maintain law and order has more than doubled than before.
With so many things piled up together, Wang Xian, the governor of Shuntian, was so busy that he was out of breath.
No, I just finished dealing with the trouble caused by the civilians in Tongzhoucang. I just returned to Houya and haven't rested for a while.
A government servant came in from outside to report.
"Sir, there is someone waiting outside. I want you to go out and greet him!"
Wang Xian asked.
"Who is it? Do you have a greeting card?"
"No, I handed him a sign saying he was..."
Seeing that the elder was in a bad mood, the yamen servant became more and more winced. He took out a sign from his sleeve, bent down and raised it high above his head.
Wang Xian was busy from early in the morning to noon and didn't even have time to eat. When he heard that he didn't even have a greeting card and had to go to greet him in person, he felt depressed. Before he could see what the sign was, he started to curse.
"You bastard, sir, who am I? If I have to greet any sign..."
Halfway through the words, Wang Xian seemed to have his neck choked by life and death, and a cold sweat broke out on his head.
In recent days, everyone in Shuntian Mansion has been very busy. Anyone who can read and write has been recruited by him to help in the Yamen. The boy guarding the gate is indeed illiterate.
But he knows him!
On the round plate were written the words "Commander of the Imperial Guards Lu".
Ignoring the tea in his hand, Wang Xian stood up immediately.
"Where is the person, take me with you quickly!"
The yamen servant touched his head and felt aggrieved. It was obviously the elder himself who didn't let him finish what he said.
But aggrieved, he still took the elder closely to the side entrance of the government office.
Then the young yamen officer looked at Mr. Fu Yin, who was still very irritable just now, and walked forward with a happy face.
"Your Majesty, Commander, is here with great splendor. I am unable to welcome you from far away. Please come in quickly. Please come in quickly..."
Lu Zhong was not wearing his iconic flying fish robe today. He was wearing a short fighting suit and a tall figure. He looked like a playboy's guard thug.
Seeing Wang Xian walk out in a dusty state, Lu Zhong took back the badge from his hand, lazily raised his hand in return, stretched out his hand and said.
"No need, I am not the one who is looking for Mr. Fu Yin today. Your Excellency is waiting for you. You can just go with me."
Wang Xian blinked, and the Jinyiwei commander called him a "noble man"...
A terrible guess arose in Mr. Fu Yin's mind. He looked in the direction of Lu Zhong's finger and saw several people sitting on two tables at a tea stall not far away. Among them, a young man in brocade clothes was sipping tea.
The sweat on Wang Xian's head fell suddenly. He followed Lu Zhong forward and came to the front of the tea stall. He didn't care about the dust on the ground and was about to kneel down.
"minister……"
But before he could bow down, his arm was lifted up by someone. When he looked up, it was Lu Zhong, the commander of the Jin Yiwei who led him over.
Then, a low voice sounded in his ear.
"The emperor has an order, and he is out incognito, so he doesn't pay attention to these false etiquette."
Wang Xian wiped the sweat from his face, and at Lu Zhong's signal, he took two steps forward and came to the bottom of the tea shed, awkwardly arched his hands and whispered.
"I, Shun Tianfu Yin Wangxian, come to see Your Majesty!"
While speaking, Wang Xian secretly raised his eyes and looked around.
When he first came here, he was still wondering who dared to go so far and sit next to the emperor, but when he walked in and took a look, he almost frightened him to death.
These people were all wearing ordinary t-shirts, and they all looked as amiable as rich men, but Wang Xian, who knew their identities, wanted to faint at this moment.
The one wearing ordinary butler clothes is the eunuch Cheng Jing, the eunuch Bingbi.
Counting back, the one in dark blue robe is Yu Qian, the Minister of War, and the one in blue robe is Cabinet Minister Chen Xun.
There was another person he didn't know, but sitting with these people, he knew he was not an ordinary person.
In addition, at another table, there were Cheng'an Marquis Guo Sheng, Prince Consort Shi Jing, and an old man who looked white-haired but strong...
Oh my god, isn't this the old man Ningyang Hou?
Waves of cold sweat broke out on Wang Xian's head. It's not like he had never seen so many high-ranking officials. Shuntian Prefecture Yin was also a third-rank official. When he went to court, he sometimes said hello to these big shots. .
But who has seen this posture before?
This lineup is enough to discuss military and national affairs, but why are they all sitting at this small tea stall, waiting for his little Shuntian Prefecture...
Before he could figure it out, he saw the old man, the emperor, who was dressed in brocade robes and looked like a rich man. He put down the tea cup in his hand and spoke.
"Everyone is here, everyone, let's go!"
So a group of elders stood up one after another, bowed their hands, and followed the emperor out of the tea stall, leaving Wang Xian alone and messy in the wind.
With the Emperor and so many big bosses, are you really just waiting for him? !
Covering his frightened heart that was pounding, Wang Xian took two steps, approached Lu Zhong who had brought him over, and asked in a low voice.
"Lord Commander, what exactly is going on..."
Lu Zhong took one look at the dazzling official uniform of the Fu Yin, felt a little disgusted, and said.
"After the morning court today, the emperor summoned Wang Wen, the censor of Youdu, who has just arrived in Beijing, and Chen Mao, the Marquis of Ningyang who has just returned from suppressing the rebellion, together with several other senior officials to discuss matters."
"Yu Shangshu mentioned at that time that the defense layout of the capital was almost complete, and the emperor wanted to see it for himself on a whim."
"I called you, Mr. Fu Yin, to prevent anyone from being blind and bumping into the emperor. Everyone in the nine gates knows you, Mr. Fu Yin, so you don't have to do anything. Just follow!"
have to!
Wang Fuyin understood. The emperor wanted to see how the city defenses were arranged, but he was afraid of making too much noise and not being able to see the real situation.
So I took a group of big guys on a patrol incognito, but I was afraid of being stopped by someone who was not discerning, so I took him with me.
Co-authoring him is a nine-door pass!
