"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The crisp sound of the pendulum rang from the entrance of Jinluan Palace.
There were more than a hundred civil and military people from the Manchu Dynasty who were qualified to participate in the discussion at the moment the pendulum rang.
Spontaneously go to the entrance of Jinluan Palace to fight.
"You are here, don't be afraid of anything, my second uncle will always be by your side."
Before Xu Zhen left, he placed Xu Yi in the middle and rear position of the clan team.
I was thinking about the fact that this was the first time for my nephew to attend a court meeting, and it was a court meeting that related to his own destiny.
Even though he knew that his nephew was very smart, he still couldn't help but warn him again and again.
As the second uncle, Xu Zhen felt inexplicably worried about his son Xing Qianli's mother.
After seeing Xu Yi nod repeatedly, Xu Zhen took out the white jade bag from his sleeve and walked towards the front with slow steps.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The clear and melodious sound of the pendulum rang a full nine times before it stopped.
When the sound of the pendulum slowly dissipated, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty lined up in front of the Jinluan Palace.
The door of the tall and formidable Jinluan Palace was slowly opened from the inside.
The afternoon sun shines through the door and into the Jinluan Hall.
The extremely tall and majestic Jinluan Palace makes people dare not look directly at it.
After the palace door was completely opened, the civil and military officials slowly walked into the Jinluan Palace.
After passing the majestic Mingguang warrior at the door, Xu Yi walked completely into the Jinluan Palace.
While his eyes were not squinting, he was also quickly looking at Jinluan Palace from the corners of his eyes.
On a nine-story high platform at the front of the Jinluan Hall, there is a dragon chair carved from gold and jade.
Wearing a black dragon robe and a flat crown on his head, Emperor Zhengde sat on the dragon chair.
Next to him, an old eunuch with white hair stood respectfully holding a whip whose material the material could not be seen clearly.
This person turned out to be the old eunuch Zhan Zhu who had said good things to each other.
On the lower left side of the dragon chair, Xu Yong, dressed in a black jade unicorn robe, stands upright, looking straight ahead.
But for some reason, Xu Yi always felt that Xu Yong was secretly observing him from the corner of his eyes.
"Snapped!"
The old eunuch Zhan Zhu whipped the whip in his hand hard.
"Go to court!"
Two sounds echoed in the huge palace at the same time, one was the crisp sound of whips, and the other was Zhan Zhu's drake voice.
"Long live, long live, long live my emperor!"
All civil and military officials in the court bowed down and saluted Emperor Zhengde who was sitting on the dragon throne.
In ceremonies other than large court gatherings and sacrificial ceremonies, kneeling and worshiping was generally not popular among the monarchs and ministers of the Zhou Dynasty.
"Everyone loves you!"
Perhaps when the Jinluan Palace was first built, countless skilled craftsmen put it into consideration.
The man on the dragon chair only needs to speak softly, and his voice will clearly resound through the echo in the ears of every official.
Its sound is magnificent and full of majesty.
Royal things really have their own mysteries.
"Thank you Lord for your grace!"
After hearing Ping Shen's words, all the civil and military officials straightened their backs again.
Everything seemed to have been rehearsed countless times.
"Who has something to report?"
Emperor Zhengde's voice came out from the dragon throne, echoed through the main hall, and resounded clearly in the ears of every official present.
"Who has something to report?"
Emperor Zhengde's voice came again.
It was not that Emperor Zhengde deliberately did not start today's discussion.
But since Emperor Taizu, he has set a rule that at the beginning of the court meeting, the emperor will ask three questions.
After the three questions, if there is nothing else to do, the discussion will be officially opened.
This move is to show that the king puts the world's affairs first.
Secondly, it is to prevent emergencies from happening.
If nothing unexpected happens, most of the content of the daily court meeting will be submitted to the emperor's desk by the cabinet as early as the day before.
When the second question slowly dissipated.
A man in crimson court uniform walked out from the middle and rear position of the civil servants.
"Your Majesty, I have a memorial."
People in crimson court uniforms saluted respectfully and then started playing loudly.
"What's the matter with Chang Aiqing?"
Emperor Zhengde looked at Chang Shuirong in the audience with some interest. In the twenty-nine years since he ascended the throne, Emperor Zhengde liked officials like Chang Shuirong the most.
Every time it brings him a different surprise.
"Reply to Your Majesty, I want to impeach you."
As soon as this statement came out, all the officials in the court looked sideways. After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, there were discussions about disaster relief.
This is something that is known to everyone who is qualified to participate in the court meeting.
Is Chang Shuirong impeached at this time? Who to impeach? Is it someone from one's side who is being impeached?
"Chang Shilang, don't forget today's business."
Shangguan Lu, who was wearing a large purple court uniform, turned to look at Chang Shuirong. His words seemed to remind him, but in fact they were warnings.
No one likes things to be out of their control, let alone when the Guanzhong Conference is about to begin.
God knows if Chang Shuirong is impeaching officials of his own line.
"What Shangguan Chief Assistant said is absolutely true. We should take the great disaster in Guanzhong as our top priority."
"If Mr. Chang wants to impeach, he can wait until the court meeting is over before proceeding with the impeachment."
Yao Yanjin, a scholar of Jinshen Palace who had always been at odds with Shangguan Lu, turned to look at Chang Shuirong.
Although the two are at odds, at certain times, they share a common interest.
Moreover, I am equally unhappy with Chang Shuirong, who always calls himself a lonely minister.
"The two pavilion elders are wrong."
"Although Chang's impeachment is not as important as disaster relief, it is related to royal etiquette."
Chang Shuirong remained neither humble nor overbearing when facing the two pavilion elders.
For some reason, Yao Yanjin and Shangguan Lu looked at each other when they heard that the person being impeached was not an official but a clan member.
They all silently looked at their eyes, nose, and mind.
"Ahem."
Emperor Zhengde coughed lightly and said seriously: "It is a matter of royal etiquette, and it should not be underestimated."
"Chang Aiqing, feel free to come."
"yes!"
Chang Shuirong, who received Emperor Zhengde's permission, bowed his hands and said loudly without changing his expression.
"The person I want to impeach today is none other than the sixth prince of the current dynasty."
"As a prince, entering the palace dressed in rags is really unbecoming of a royal."
As soon as these words came out, all civil and military eyes in the court looked at Xu Yi, and some officials unconsciously showed pity in their eyes.
Since Emperor Zhengde succeeded to the throne, he has paid special attention to royal etiquette.
There was a clan member who was reprimanded by Emperor Zhengde because he inadvertently violated royal etiquette.
Not only was he fined half a year's salary, but he was also punished in public for twenty years as a warning to others.
The sixth prince had just left Zongzheng Temple when he violated royal etiquette.
It really makes people wonder whether to say that he is unlucky or that he has been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"Sixth Prince Xu Yi?"
Emperor Zhengde's unemotional rhetorical question echoed throughout the hall.
It really made Xu Zhenhou break into a cold sweat. He who was familiar with Emperor Zhengde couldn't tell that Emperor Zhengde was already a little unhappy at this time.
Ben was under house arrest for eight years due to the witchcraft.
Now that it has violated royal etiquette again, what should I do?
Xu Zhen looked worriedly at Xu Yi, who still looked as usual.
Seeing that Xu Yi's expression remained as usual, he felt slightly relieved.
When he turned around, he glanced at Chang Shuirong inadvertently. Chang Shuirong was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
After more than twenty years on the battlefield, his eyes were full of murderous intent. How could he, the little Censor Zuo Shilang, be able to withstand it?
