The guard pressing Shen Lian paused, and fell into a brief silence in the hall, and then there was an uproar in the court.The Taishan earthquake is a major event in the country. It is too bold to use Taishan, which symbolizes the prince, to deceive the emperor.
"The emperor, Shen Lian is almost bloody, how dare the ministers say anything about Mount Tai?" Chen Shichang knelt on the ground and said loudly.
"Chen Shichang, you didn't say that at the beginning," Shen Lian had torn his face anyway, and Shen Lian went out, struggling to throw away the guards, walked a few steps on his knees, and said with tears. The right-hand man came to the door and asked me to demolish the ancestral hall and build another ancestral hall. The servant and maid never thought he was going to kill the prince!"
Shen Lian went from a small **** to a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. His speaking skills could be described as the pinnacle. In a few sentences, he described his guilt as a momentary confusion, and the focus shifted to the murder of the prince.
"You are really very anxious. In order to win the reserve, he even dared to tell lies such as the Taishan earthquake." Yang Youting bluntly pointed out the words directly.
"The emperor, the Taishan earthquake was reported by Ludi, and the minister just played it according to the facts." Chen Shichang didn't move his face, but his palms were already covered with cold sweat.
Tore his face with Shen Lian, he expected that Shen Lian would take a bite back. He had already finished the draft of all the rhetoric, but he was not sure about this matter, and he was very worried.
"The emperor, Taishan's matter is just catching the wind and catching the shadows. The most urgent matter is that Shen Lian inspires local officials to build the Shrine for Health. The evidence is solid. The minister thinks that he should try the Shrine for Shrine first." Shangshu of the Criminal Department came out and said at the right time.
Sun Liang, the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, didn't say a word from beginning to end. His position had nothing to do with these things, but just stared at everything in front of him coldly. Recalling the time when Youxiang and Eunuch Shen joined forces to kill Wang Jian, it was also such a noisy court. No matter how many struggles Qingliu faction did, they couldn't reach Shen Lian's quick movements, killing people to death overnight. The governor of Jinzhou and the officials of the Northwestern Salt Administration were replaced by right-hand officials, while Wang Jian, who was devoted to the people, died unjustly in the imprisonment.
Shen Lian was finally thrown into jail, and Emperor Chunde couldn't tolerate the life of the temple in any case. It was only about Mount Tai and he was sent to investigate.
Lingnan has good scenery, with overlapping green hills and different shapes. Unlike the lofty mountains in the north, these small mountains are like mud puppets kneaded by the gods. Sometimes they become galloping horses, sometimes sleepy reclining Buddhas, and sometimes they are hollowed out by the Qingxi creek.
Xiao Chengjun, who had never been to Lingnan, found it very novel, and the scenery along the way was dizzying.
Lou Jing had only been here as a child, and I can't remember it. Now it's fun to watch. Don't slow down, stop and go. Whenever you encounter a place with a particularly good view, stop and play.
Xu Che went back in no hurry, let them play around, and walked for a full ten days before reaching the city of Li where Pingjiang Hou Mansion was located.
"Chen Xu Zheng, I have seen His Royal Highness of the King of Min." Uncle Xu Zheng, with a voice like a Hongzhong, with a majesty that cannot be ignored, when he saw Xiao Chengjun, he walked up to the floor to salute.
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The Submissive Emperor
Romance君为下 status : 99 chapters + 4 ( complete ) author : Lu Ye Qian He Lou Jing was beaten half to death by his father, then forced to enter the Eastern Palace. Becoming the Crown Prince's Consort meant that he was no longer the Duke's heir apparent. His...