Emotional issues can come and go quickly if there is no psychological support.
It was as if after a period of trembling, the extreme catharsis was followed by boredom.
After Zhao Mengqi guessed the other party's methods, he naturally had corresponding countermeasures. He was not unfamiliar with teasing people's hearts, and he had many solutions.
Passion will eventually subside, and blood, after being heated, will slowly become cold.
Under the control of the drums, the people's emotions gradually settled down and began to regain their composure. After realizing what they had done, they even felt uneasy in their hearts.
Many civil and military officials were baffled by the changes around them. They didn't know why it came or why it left.
The sea of people returned to calm, and the drums quietly stopped.
Just as Ding Daquan was preparing his next move, Uncle Xie Fang, who had always been like a wooden sculpture, moved.
The place where he is is the core area that people pay attention to. Whenever there is any movement, it immediately attracts the attention of everyone.
He walked with solid steps to the front of the throne, stood up straight as a green pine, and then bowed deeply to Zhao Yun.
"The guilty minister thanks Uncle Fang and apologizes to His Majesty!"
The clear and clear words with vicissitudes of life hit the ears of the ministers, arousing layers of surprise.
What is Mr. Xie talking about? What's the crime? Hasn't he already resigned? Not enough to offend?
Ding Daquan's heart skipped a beat and he became confused, what was this for?
What's the crime? Hurry up and launch the finishing blow to drive the last nail into King Zhong's coffin!
Zhao Yun frowned deeply. He already understood that today was a game, a death game that was carefully set up to target King Zhong. There was definitely collusion and planning involved, just like the forced palace on February 2nd, and Uncle Xie Fang was He was probably the initiator last time, so today, he is probably the one who initiated it. Is he trying to make a fool of himself?
Suppressing his anger, Zhao Yun spit out from between his teeth, "I wonder what Xie Qing's crime is!?"
"Your Majesty, please give the guilty minister some time." Uncle Xie Fang straightened up slowly, then turned slightly sideways and looked around.
His eyes were as if they were real, sweeping over the faces of the ministers, and finally looking at the people on the periphery.
On his face, self-blame and regret appeared, and finally turned into infinite sadness, "I have been an official for more than thirty years. What I want is to govern the country and bring peace to the people and restore China's prosperity."
"But I never expected that in my lifetime, I would see my subjects of the Song Dynasty being so wild and rebellious!"
"You gather people to demonstrate in the imperial court and bully and coerce your father. What is this behavior? It is disloyalty and unfilial! It is rebellion!"
"Are you deceiving His Majesty for his kindness, or do you think that the sword of the imperial court is harmful?"
"The rise and fall of the crown prince can be decided by heaven and your majesty, but there is no reason to let the ministers decide. One month ago, a certain person used his position as prime minister to confuse the ministers and committed such a crime. However, your majesty is magnanimous and does not Didn’t pursue it too closely.”
"However, you have no regrets, and today you have intensified your efforts. You actually incited and manipulated public opinion and carried out this move to force the palace! In this way, the ministers will not obey the ministers, the people will not be the people, and the country will not be the country!"
"Thinking that all this comes from someone, I deeply regret it!"
At the end of the story, Uncle Xie Fang's body became rickety, as if he had aged dozens of years.
He turned around again, faced the throne, and knelt down heavily, "The guilty minister is writing to my emperor, please kill the guilty minister immediately to thank the world!"
Is this seeking death?
Uncle Xie Fang's actions made all the officials dumbfounded. First he righteously accused most of the officials, and then he asked for death. He was probably going crazy!
Especially the officials from Uncle Xie Fang's group really wanted to step forward and split open Xie's head with an ax to find out what kind of ghost was living inside.
But Ding Daquan's hands and feet began to feel cold. He realized that something had gone wrong, and the most fundamental change had occurred in the most critical person!
Zhao Yun on the throne was also shocked. Uncle Xie Fang's operation was completely contrary to his expectations, which made him not know how to react for a while.
Only Zhao Mengqi, who knew it well, secretly laughed in his heart. This old Xie is indeed an old politician, and his acting skills are really awesome!
That's not to say that the righteous words in his mouth were all hypocrisy, but if Yang Dong hadn't quietly spread the word and acted as a lobbyist for Zhao Mengqi, then the righteous words in his mouth today would have been sharp arrows shot at Zhao Mengqi.
Uncle Xie Fang knelt for a long time without seeing any reaction from the official, so he suddenly stood up and walked towards Xue Jin who was standing under the temporary jade steps.
Just when everyone was confused, he had already arrived in front of Xue Jin. He reached out and pulled out Xue Jin's sword. He raised his hand and held the sword under his throat.
"Your Majesty has a kind heart, and the guilty minister should not embarrass your Majesty, so he will kill himself!"
At this moment, no one thought about why an old and frail scholar could actually grab a sword from a highly skilled martial artist.
Because they were all shocked by this scene, the former Prime Minister actually wanted to commit suicide! Or commit suicide in front of officials!
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for saying goodbye, and I will atone for my sins from Your Majesty in the next life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Xie Fang's hand began to move. Just as the cold light was about to pass through his throat, he saw a thin figure rushing over at an unknown moment, grabbing the blade and snatching it away.
"Xie Xiang, don't do stupid things! What happened today has nothing to do with you. Please remain useful and devote yourself to the Song Dynasty!"
The person who rescued Uncle Xie Fang was none other than the loyal king Zhao Mengqi who was accused by thousands of people today.
Just when everyone was congratulating Uncle Xie Fang, they saw a wisp of blood flowing through the sword body, dripping on the stone pavement, and splashing out into eye-catching blood flowers!
Only then did the ministers realize that in order to save others, the loyal king did not hesitate to drag the sword's edge with his hand, which was already injured.
"Silang!" Zhao Yun exclaimed.
"Your Highness..." The important ministers who were close to him also exclaimed.
"Your Highness, you are injured! It's all my fault..." Uncle Xie Fang felt ashamed and anxious.
Zhao Mengqi acted as if nothing was wrong. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and then let go of his injured left hand. He turned to Zhao Yun and grinned, "Father, don't worry. My son and I are fine."
Then he raised his injured left hand and opened his palm to the ministers, showing the wound. "It's just a small injury. There is no big deal in life except death."
Before the ministers could think about the meaning of these words, they saw Zhao Mengqi walking to the front of the throne with his sword in hand and facing the ministers with a sigh on his face.
"Just now, after hearing the impeachment from all the ministers, the little king realized that he has actually committed such a serious crime. It is true that death is not enough for the people to be angry, and death is not enough for justice."
As he spoke, Zhao Mengqi swung the sword, put it on his shoulder, and put the blade against his neck. "In that case, the little king will kill himself here, how about that?"
