Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

6.3 - The emperor's mind and strategy

Before dawn in the morning, the oil lamp in Chu Jingran's dormitory was already lit. With the title of Imperial Master, he took the salary from the court, so he should go to the morning court like a Confucian official and be served by a maid. After washing, Chu Jingran wore complicated court clothes and went to the morning court today.

Because of the early morning visit, there were glazed bead lamps lighting up the Jinluan Hall every two steps. The moonlight was as cold as ice, and it shone on the red walls and jade pillars of the Jinluan Hall, which made this solemn and majestic place even more impressive. , adding a touch of coldness.

Although Chu Jingran was already early, when he entered the palace, many ministers had already arrived.

Although this is not the first time he has seen this row of stands, seeing it every day, Chu Jingran has to sigh, with this kind of professionalism, everyone must be the pillar of the country in modern times!

If any ministers knew what he was thinking, they would definitely cry out in grievance. They didn't want to get up earlier than the chickens every day, but they had no choice. Who told them not to stay in the palace? They came at a time jam, just in case the bearers came along the way. If Mo Jiujun gets angry, their official title will be lost. Isn't the former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue a typical example?

With his aloof attitude, Chu Jingran stood in front of the first row on the lower left, bowing respectfully with the white jade stones along the way and the ministers respectfully bowing their hands.

Seeing that the emperor hadn't come yet, Chu Jingran just stood up and closed his eyes, and went to sleep openly. He got up at three or four in the morning every day to go to the morning court. Who could bear it.

However, in the eyes of others, such an action becomes...

"The Imperial Master is silently blessing me, Wei Linguo, again."

"It's not easy for you, National Preceptor. Now you not only have to pray for the country every day, but you also have to serve as an imperial physician."

"Are you saying that the emperor is too stingy? All the money in the palace is spent on the imperial doctor."

"I also think... balabalabala"

...

Chu Jingran, who closed his eyes and went back to sleep: So it turns out that the factor of gossip is not unique to women?

Nearly half an hour later, a sharp eunuch's voice came from not far away, "The Emperor has arrived."

After standing for a long time and returning to the cage, Chu Jingran felt refreshed and opened his eyes. He saw Mo Jiujun, dressed in a gilded dark mysterious robe, striding from the back of the palace. According to the etiquette of Wei Linguo, Chu Jingran knelt down before everyone. , performed a standard hand-over salute.

Walking in front of the dragon chair, Mo Jiujun turned around and sat down. When he raised his eyes, the first thing he saw was His Highness Jin Luan standing there, a particularly eye-catching person.

Wei Lin's law stipulates that no matter what the occasion, the imperial master is not required to kneel down to the emperor, even in the court.

Uncontrollably, Mo Jiujun's eyes darkened.

"All the ministers are of equal status."

With the blessing of the main hall, the deep male voice took on a spacious and mellow tone, which made Chu Jingran feel like he was being shocked. He wanted to rub his ears.

The censor took a step aside and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

"allow."