The sound reached the Renshou Palace, and Queen Mother Zhang's face turned even paler.
It had only been ten days, but the emperor's prestige in the inner palace had already reached this level.
Eunuchs obey the emperor as a matter of course. But in the eyes of Queen Mother Zhang, she was even more frightened in her heart.
This matter... really has nothing to do with her!
"What are you looking at us for? Wu Dinghou, what do you mean?"
Outside Chengtian Gate, Zhang Heling glared at Guo Xun with a sullen face.
"Huh!" Guo Xun said nothing, but still looked at Chengtianmen with a sullen face and worry.
What happened was too coincidental.
No matter what the situation is, today is extremely dangerous.
If it is a natural disaster, then the previous dispute over the gift has just ended, and now there is a celestial warning, will there be someone with an iron head?
If it was a man-made disaster...that would be even more unimaginable.
No one knew what was going on in the palace at this moment, until Mai Fu hurried to Zhang Yong's side, lowered his head and said something, and Zhang Yong nodded.
"On the day of the great dynasty, all ministers will come to the dynasty!"
With a dull sound, the left and right side doors of Chengtian Gate slowly opened.
Yang Tinghe, Yuan Zonggao, and Wang Qiong all breathed a long sigh of relief: to go to court, there must be an emperor.
Your Majesty, others are fine!
But the courtiers who walked onto the Waijinshui Bridge became frightened when they looked at the deep doorway.
Will many people be unable to come out today?
I walked into Chengtianmen in suffocating silence. Under the untidy oil paper umbrellas, everyone felt uneasy.
When we reach Hou Chao's area, there will be no more mud here.
For the sake of court etiquette, many people wear soft boots over their boots. At this moment, they took off their soft boots and silently came to line up in front of the Meridian Gate.
The three-way drum hasn't sounded yet, so there's no need to line up neatly here at this moment.
But under the invisible pressure, they just stood in the rain naturally without talking to each other.
"Boom!" A drum.
"Boom!" Two-tone drum.
Everyone waited until the third tonggu, and the left and right gates of the Meridian Gate were opened.
Looking up, he saw the imperial guard standing solemnly in the rain, his armor glowing with light.
Guo Xun passed through the Youye Gate and the first thing he saw outside the West Corner Gate was Qiu Luan, who was appointed as the knight guard of Xunwei.
The Marquis of Xianning was seriously ill and could not return, but his grandson still participated in the imperial meeting in this way.
Facing Guo Xun's gaze, Qiu Luan did not squint and stood motionless in the rain.
The lunar calendar is purely ceremonial.
In the heavy rain, the ceremonial guard of halogen books displayed by the Jin Yiwei was solemn and brilliant, and the Jiaofang Secretary displayed great joy.
"The Emperor has ascended to his throne, and all the ministers will see you!"
Amidst the sound of drums and music, hundreds of officials knelt down to express their congratulations.
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
When he looked up, the emperor's figure finally appeared on the throne.
The big stone in Guo Xun's heart fell to the ground. No one was sure what happened in the palace before seeing the real person.
Now that he can sit here, it means that the situation in the palace is under control.
"All the ministers are safe." The emperor's voice was calm and calm.
There were thunderstorms and heavy rain.
Today's emperor is not considerate of his ministers, and the rituals of the court are carried out in an orderly manner.
Standing in the rain, Xie Changjie longed more than ever to be ranked above the third rank and stand in a place where he could be sheltered from the wind and rain.
In the rain, there were naturally many elderly and in poor health.
But today no one dares to show any complaints. Who knows which sentence or word the emperor sitting there calmly will become angry over?
The walls and gate of his palace had just been burned down!
In the heavy rain, there is great terror.
In this suffocating atmosphere, the routine process of the court meeting finally came to an end, and all the ministers looked at the emperor.
If nothing happens, it's time to disperse.
Historically, it was rare for ministers to actually perform affairs at the imperial meeting, and the emperor did not ask about politics on this occasion.
Except during the reign of Emperor Taizu.
But what about today?
"Do you have the original memorial?" Zhu Houcong asked.
No one stood up to complain, but Yang Tinghe stood up nervously: "Your Majesty, I heard that the Rijing Gate was struck by lightning and caught fire. Will the Qianqing Palace be damaged? I ask the Ministry of Works to immediately start rebuilding it and renovate the Qingning Palace to prepare for Princess Xianxian. The royal family members have arrived in Beijing."
Zhang Zuo, who was behind Zhang Jin, couldn't help but look up at Yang Tinghe.
I didn’t mention it that day, I didn’t mention it these days, but today I brought it up proactively. What is he afraid of?
With Zhang Zuo's mind, he couldn't figure it out.
Just as Li Hao was about to stand up and express his position, Wang Qiong beside him shook his head slightly.
The emperor has not spoken yet.
Zhu Houcong looked at Yang Tinghe.
He didn't remember Lao Qin talking about the fire.
Zhu Houcong now does not know that this incident really happened in history, or that his own actions in discussing the matter with Dali before and after he ascended the throne caused this incident.
When he was being carried by Huang Jin and running wildly in the rain, Zhu Houcong deeply felt why the emperor was suspicious, and he also felt firsthand the possible murderous intention hidden among the palace complex at night.
Two eunuchs on duty who were sleeping under the porch of Nisei in the heavy rain were burned to death?
Zhu Houcong really didn't believe it.
A lightning strike caused a fire. How could the fire burn so fast that the two eunuchs who were so close could not notice it and were burned to death on the spot?
Or maybe the thunder didn't come from above, but slanted across the eaves of the Nijingmen's porch, killing them all at the same time?
One on the left and one on the right, the Nijing Gate is not small. Did their feet touch each other, or was it struck by lightning?
Zhu Houcong was silent, cold sweat dripping from the foreheads of the civil and military ministers in the west corner gate, while the ministers outside could not tell whether it was rain or cold sweat on their cheeks.
"It's raining heavily today. I didn't expect that the imperial meeting would last for such a long time." Zhu Houcong finally spoke, "The civil servants will go to the Wenhua Hall, and the military ministers will go to the Wuying Hall. Zhang Jin, please prepare more ginger soup for the court."
"My lord! Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"
It has been a custom since ancient times to give food to the emperor after the dynasty has dispersed.
However, the time for leaving the court is not fixed, and the food for the court is generally difficult to eat: after all, it is not cooked at the first time.
No one took this to heart.
But arrangements like this one mean that they are prepared in advance and can have something hot to eat.
Otherwise, there would be hundreds or even thousands of people in this big dynasty, how could they prepare in a hurry?
Thinking that the emperor had arranged this during the fire last night, many people felt warm in their hearts.
Those with more flexible minds can't help but wonder why the emperor wanted to show his favor to his ministers in this way?
No, is it a show of favor? During the great court meeting, the number of civil and military officials who entered the palace exceeded a thousand!
Can Wenhua Hall and Wuying Hall accommodate so many people eating at the same time?
It's temporary custody!
The palace guards guard every door, who can get out?
Yang Tinghe looked at the emperor anxiously, only to hear Zhu Houcong say calmly: "Uncle Duke, Prince Consort, four pavilion elders, Jiu Qing, the Qianqing Palace has given a banquet. Dismiss the court!"
"...My lord, thank you for your kindness."
Yang Tinghe's petition did not receive a positive response, but now the throne is about to be removed.
Since the emperor ascended the throne, they will set foot inside Fengtian Gate for the first time.
It was a banquet after the great court meeting, in the Qianqing Palace that had just suffered a fire.
Since we can give a banquet there, do you think the fire is not serious?
The Lu Bo Dajia prepared for the Great Court Meeting was already moving to the Qianqing Palace, and the qualified civil servants and military generals exchanged glances with each other.
The number of Duke Bo and Prince Consort suddenly exceeds that of four cabinet ministers and nine ministers.
But no one thought that they were going there to start a fight, but there must be something inconvenient to say here, and it was inconvenient to get angry here.
Yang Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief. If anything was discussed in private, it was a sign of stability.
People like cabinet ministers and Jiuqing are not brainless.
"Mr. Pavilion, Your Majesty is giving me a banquet. Is it okay for me to pay attention to the official..." Yan Song hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
When the emperor appears to give a banquet, the official must appear according to the rules.
How could Yan Song not seize such an opportunity?
Yang Tinghe hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Be careful when writing today's matter." He solemnly warned Yan Song.
"I understand!"
He and Liu Longqi walked into the rain inside Fengtian Gate with these top civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty, but Yan Song's heart was extremely hot.
What kind of historical facts will lie ahead that make Yang Tinghe urge him to write carefully?
