PFC Chapter 365 Morning Morning
Chapter 365 Morning Morning
Outside the Fengtian Hall, the golden bell rang for the first time, and the ministers entered the hall one after another.
Before the morning court session began, the entire hall was already filled with a suppressed restlessness.
Civil and military officials stood on both sides, and although they bowed their heads and stood solemnly, they exchanged glances frequently.
The news of what happened in the palace last night spread like wildfire throughout Kyoto overnight.
"Have you heard? The fire in Qixiang Palace burned down everything, not even ashes left."
"It's not just the palace. The late queen's father also died in there, chained to the same place..."
"Perhaps the late queen couldn't bear to part with her father..."
……
"What? They're all dead!"
"It's so cruel. Those people selling sachets are so pitiful."
"An unforeseen disaster."
"Then there will be no more Shen family in Kyoto from now on?"
"Yes, not one escaped."
"Hey……"
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"Even without the enthronement ceremony, she's just a noble lady, and even a 'Zhao Fei'? What a joke."
"It's just that he relies on a face that looks very much like an old person."
……
There were whispers, quiet and quick.
Unrest spread silently in the solemn hall.
The Minister of Rites' face turned pale and he lowered his voice.
"I don't believe in evil spirits, I only believe in rituals and rites! If you really want women to offer sacrifices to heaven, that would disturb the ancestral temples of the world and disrupt our rituals!"
The Minister of War snorted coldly.
"If we can really get rid of this evil, not to mention the woman, I'm afraid we'll all die."
The sharp words caused a silence.
Many more people looked solemn, weighing the pros and cons in deep thought.
The Right Censor-in-Chief has always been known for his caution, but at this moment he rarely gets angry.
"The great Celestial Empire is actually offering women as sacrifices to avenge their lives? Are we truly going to become a barbaric witch cult?"
The head of the Tongzhengsi smacked his lips.
"Things are in chaos outside. People are saying that the emperor has gone crazy, and the court has gone crazy."
"The voices in the streets are like a tide. Although I try my best to suppress them, it still doesn't work..."
The Dali Temple official nodded and said, "Yesterday afternoon, I saw a high altar set up at the entrance of Jinxiang Lane, with talismans hanging on it, and people all over the street praying to the gods to exorcise ghosts and exorcise evil spirits..."
"absurd."
"Absurd!"
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Everyone was talking at once, and the conversation was getting more and more serious.
The whole hall was filled with voices of discontent.
But soon, an older official whispered a signal.
"Be careful what you say."
"Everyone, please be careful with your words..."
Everyone fell silent and looked around, as if searching for those omnipresent eyes.
On this stormy morning, perhaps everyone is thinking about this.
Is this the beginning of stupidity?
Or is it the beginning of a game?
……
Suddenly, footsteps were heard at the palace gate.
The eunuch shouted.
"Your Majesty is here!"
The palace door burst open, and light poured in from outside.
The emperor, dressed in bright yellow, walked slowly into the hall.
His face was rosy, his steps were steady, and his aura was as overwhelming as a mountain.
The hall suddenly became as quiet as a cold pond, and all officials prostrated themselves on the ground.
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"
……
The sound was as orderly as thunder, shaking the palace and reaching the sky.
The morning sun shone through the palace gate, illuminating the golden brick floor and the figures kneeling in their court robes.
The roars were getting louder and louder, as if to tear the whispers that had just been discussed to pieces.
This is the majesty of the superior.
This is the norm for those in lower positions.
The cry of "Long live" in his throat was deafening, and the fear in his eyes was as deep as the sea.
The knees have long taken root under the robe, and the forehead is branded with wrinkles of kowtow.
Even if you are full of doubts, even if you are anxious, even if there are turbulent waves in your heart, you still have to kowtow three times and nine times as usual.
Only at the moment of lying on the ground, did a hint of hesitation and...fear flash across someone's eyes.
From today onwards, perhaps it will no longer be "the emperor ruling the country", but "demons ruling the country"...
The emperor sat high on the dragon throne, raising his hand to stroke his sleeves.
"Everyone loves you."
All the officials responded in unison, stood up in unison, lowered their heads and looked submissive.
The emperor looked calm and rosy-cheeked, as if he had regained his youth.
After a moment, the Minister of Rites stepped forward, bowed and spoke loudly.
"Your Majesty is in good health and looks radiant. It is truly a blessing from Heaven!"
"As soon as I see you, I feel at ease!"
The Right Censor-in-Chief also spoke quickly.
"Your Majesty is wise and benevolent, and your blessings are immense. All the people of Kyoto are happy to see peace!"
The Dali Temple Minister also stepped out with a smile.
"I inspected the city yesterday and found that the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the streets were clean and tidy, and the merchants were prosperous."
"Everyone says that the country is prosperous and a golden age has arrived!"
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One after another, the voices were resounding.
The mouth that was just whispering in the clouds of sorrow now utters words of praise to the emperor.
Everyone echoed in unison, with smiles on their faces, as if the country was in a state of peace and prosperity with singing and dancing and the government in good order.
The emperor's brows relaxed when he heard this.
"I am well, and the country is safe."
"Your loyalty is evident, and I am very pleased."
He changed the subject, spoke in a more serious tone, and his eyes slowly swept across the hall.
"As long as I am here, the country will not fall."
All the officials in the hall knelt down again.
"With such wisdom, the world will be stable."
"The Holy Heart is like the moon, illuminating all the land."
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The sounds came and went.
In the shadows, Zhou Hui stood with his hands behind his back.
This was granted by the emperor—"Just take a look and see the loyalty of my ministers during the reign of Tianyan."
Zhou Hui frowned and watched quietly as all the officials in the hall fell to the ground and shouted.
At that moment, he was a little dazed.
The officials in this hall look more like a group of paper figures.
The sound of "holy and wise" is like paper incense sticks, burning fiercely but without any warmth.
A hint of sarcasm arose in my heart - the country is in decline and the people are crazy.
Wei Jiuzhao and Yang Longtan stood side by side among the officials.
They all knelt and began to praise in the same way.
They have gone to this "morning" countless times and are already tired and numb.
Their eyes suddenly met, and in that brief moment, something was exchanged.
But in an instant, they moved apart as if nothing had happened.
They knew very well that the prelude to the turbulent times had officially begun at this morning's court session.
And the mission they have is extremely important.
It is not about singing praises for anyone, nor is it about covering up human misfortunes for anyone.
What they are going to do is to tear the lies of this "Demon Lord's Dynasty" to pieces on this golden throne.
They will be in the fireworks of the "prosperous age"——
Start a group.