Chapter 391 Waiting Until Autumn Comes to Kill Hundred Flowers

Few people in the Chu Kingdom have seen His Majesty the Emperor who has lived in seclusion in the palace for decades. For example, the officials and sergeants who searched the University Scholars' Mansion today have never seen him. Seeing the man coming out of the old lady's house, they were all stunned, wondering if he was a lunatic?

Shangshu Jin Cheng's qualifications are very old, he had already entered the court when he was young, and he had the honor to meet His Majesty at the enthronement ceremony twenty years ago. At that time, His Majesty the Emperor was only a ten-year-old boy, and he should be thirty years old now, considered middle-aged, but why did the face after the black hair parted still look so good-looking, without any change?

His Majesty suddenly appeared in the scholar's mansion, the conspiracy was broken, and his appearance was as good as yesterday. These three things were like three thunderbolts falling directly on Jin Shangshu's heart, making him kneel down subconsciously, and mumbled: "Long live, you..."

Only then did the officials and sergeants come to their senses, shocked and speechless, kneeling unevenly.

The old lady walked out of the house on crutches, just in time to see the scene of people kneeling down like a tide.

Jing Jiu turned to her and said, "I promised him that as long as I am still the emperor, I will protect your wealth and honor forever."

Hearing these words, the old lady's mood became even more agitated, she knelt down tremblingly, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy."

There was no sound in the scholar's mansion, and then there was a sudden burst of crying.

Those cries came from the descendants of Master Zhang, as well as those servants in charge.

Today, the imperial court ransacked the house, and there have been many cries in the scholar's mansion, but the crying at that time was grievance and fear, and now it was the joy and ecstasy after escaping the catastrophe.

Among the crimes arranged by the imperial court for the Grand Scholars, the one that cannot be cleared away is the confinement of His Majesty, which is treason.

Today, His Majesty the Emperor personally came to the scholar's mansion, and concluded with a golden eloquence, who would dare to say anything?

Jin Shangshu knelt on the ground, hearing these words, his expression changed suddenly, and he finally came to his senses.

If the situation continues like this, all the preparations of him and the princes in the court will be in vain. How can he allow such a thing to happen?

Even if His Majesty the Emperor is not an idiot, if he is imprisoned in the palace for twenty years, if he doesn't know a single minister, what power does that have? So what if he died?

The power brought by ambition and greed supported Jin Shangshu to stand up abruptly.

He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes, and was about to shout out the most crucial sentence - this person is a fake!

How dare you pretend to be His Majesty the Emperor? This is Ling Chi's grave crime. It's not too much to kill you with a knife, right?

In order to hide the imperial robes that the scholars often wear in private, the scholar's mansion dares to let people pretend to be the emperor.

In a very short time, Jin Shangshu thought about many things, and many pictures flashed before his eyes, and those pictures were filled with blood.

The next moment, he realized that he hadn't yelled.

Hundreds of officers and sergeants knelt on the ground and looked at him with strange eyes.

Jin Shangshu opened his mouth with a look of horror on his face.

The only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

His heart beat faster and faster, turning into a rapid drumbeat, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

faster!

An indescribable pain erupted from his chest and spread to all parts of his body in an instant.

If he could make a sound at this time, he would definitely scream like a wounded beast, but he couldn't, so he could only look at Jing Jiu in horror.

Looking at those eyes that were as deep as the sea, Jin Shangshu suddenly wanted to understand many things. Why the teacher never dared to usurp the throne, why the emperor shut himself up in the palace, why Prince Jing's son entered the capital according to the order, and then died, why the fire in the palace was not lit when the autumn rain fell...

It's a pity that he understood it too late, and the strong regret, despair, and fear made him cough painfully.

Blood sprayed from his lips like mist.

There was an exclamation in the field.

He continued to cough, bowed his body, like boiled dried shrimps, blood spurted out continuously, and finally even coughed up some flesh and blood fragments.

Jing Jiu took the hairband from the old lady and tied up his black hair, walked past Jin Shangshu, and walked out of the scholar's mansion without even looking at him.

Leaning on crutches, the old lady sent her out with a full face of humility, and when she passed by Jin Shangshu, she spat on his face.

The saliva was like a hammer, Jin Shangshu fell to the ground, twitched twice, and couldn't breathe anymore.

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That night, all officials in the capital of Chu State who were eligible to participate in the court meeting were notified that there would be a court meeting tomorrow.

In fact, only one eunuch was sent in the palace to notify Senior Master Chen.

From this, it can be imagined that His Majesty the Emperor who has not been out of the palace for twenty years really has no one who can make a move.

This fact did not make the officials who were notified feel at ease, because what happened in the Grand Scholars' Mansion had already spread throughout the capital.

Before dawn, cars and sedan chairs appeared one after another on the road leading to the palace, and some officials were still explaining things to the deacons in the mansion by the windows until now.

Not confessing the last words, but preparing for the earth-shattering changes that may occur today.

Even in the face of imperial power, few ministers are willing to stand still, not to mention that in the recent decades of Chu's history, imperial power is really nothing.

The palace door opened slowly, the officials looked at each other, stopped talking, walked in slowly, and lined up in two cases according to the usual practice.

Meetings are something that everyone dislikes, but governing the country is always inseparable. The court meeting has never stopped, but it has been many years since His Majesty has not come in person.

Some ministers remembered that the last time His Majesty the Emperor appeared at the court meeting was the enthronement ceremony, and some officials with good memories remembered that when the Grand Master Zhang was impeached, his Majesty came to the court and said a word-the Grand Master is doing a good job, don't mess around.

In the eyes of His Majesty the emperor, are we still messing around with these things that happened after the death of the Grand Master? So what are you trying to do, Your Majesty?

Looking at the man in the bright yellow robe on the high imperial chair, many courtiers had various thoughts in their hearts, and then their eyes were quickly attracted by the extremely handsome face, they were very shocked, thinking that His Majesty is such a handsome man, with black hair just casually tied behind his head, how could he have a fairy-like demeanor?

Jing Jiu naturally ignored what these courtiers were thinking, and said, "Let's get started."

A young eunuch nervously glanced at the list in his hand, and was about to speak.

At this time, Grand Master Chen suddenly stepped forward, bowed to Jing Jiu, and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to ask."

Jing Jiu glanced at this person, but didn't say anything.

Master Chen said: "Yesterday, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Minister Jin Cheng was ordered to copy and inspect Zhang's residence. Why are you there, Your Majesty? Why did Jin Shangshu die so suddenly?"

These two questions were extremely rude, and what was even more rude was that he kept staring into Jing Jiu's eyes during the questioning, showing no respect for the emperor at all.

Master Chen stared at Jing Jiu's eyes, trying to see something in them.

The emperor suddenly appeared in the Zhang residence yesterday, and Jin Cheng died suddenly. After being shocked, he finally remembered a very secret rumor.

Master Zhang refused to touch the emperor because he knew that the emperor had been making alchemy and cultivating immortals!

At today's court meeting, Master Chen wanted to know whether this rumor was true or not. Of course, no matter what it was, he had already made complete preparations.

Even if His Majesty the Emperor is really a high-level immortal cultivator, he still cannot change the general trend of the entire Chu country!

Jing Jiu naturally wouldn't answer this question.

The little eunuch was extremely clever, suppressing the tension in his heart forcibly, and scolded: "According to the order? Your Majesty didn't issue an order. Whose order are you following!"

The little eunuch's voice was very high-pitched, a little dry because of nervousness, it sounded like a little cock being pinched by the neck, it was very unpleasant.

Such an unpleasant voice echoed in the empty hall, Grand Master Chen looked slightly stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Jing Jiu didn't want this tedious process to continue, looked at the officials in the palace and said, "Scholar Zhang is my choice, if you touch him, you touch me."

This sentence is very rude, meaningless, and it does not match the usual temperament in the officialdom, and it is more like the tone of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

Hearing this sentence, the ministers didn't feel scared, but found it funny, and even a few officials really laughed out loud.

Jing Jiu ignored them and continued, "...that will kill the whole family."

These words are very indifferent, without killing intent, not as good as thunder, just like a gust of wind passing through, but it makes everyone in the hall feel an extreme chill.

The little eunuch took two steps forward holding the list, swallowed nervously, and began to read the names. The ministers who were named by him came out, looking a little dazed. The number of these officials was very small, only seven or eight. The officials who were not named were also very puzzled, wondering what they were going to do.

The little eunuch was thinking about what to say next, his expression became more nervous, and his voice became more dry.

He is not a great person, but when he got up at night the other day, he found a few black shadows sneaking into the main hall and preparing to set fire to it, so he summoned up his courage and shouted.

After shouting that voice, he thought that he would die, but who would have thought that the fire did not ignite, and he did not die, but instead became His Majesty's confidant.

Of course, it may also be because His Majesty only knows himself as a little eunuch. Thinking of these things, the little eunuch's nervousness was relieved, he cleared his throat, and said to the ministers in the palace: "The officials whose names are called are innocent, and the rest are unforgivable..."

He was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

There was an uproar in the hall, and the ministers looked at Jing Jiu on the throne, their eyes were full of shock, and they thought, is it really going to change?

Your Majesty, you have nothing, no courtiers, no army, no bodyguards, even the eunuch has only this little baby who hasn't grown up, so you want to take away the entire officialdom of the state of Chu? Where did this crazy idea come from? Could it be that His Majesty is really as rumored, either an idiot or a lunatic?

"Does Your Majesty want to rule the world with just one imperial seal?"

Grand Master Chen laughed, looking at Jing Jiu in the imperial chair, his face was full of pity: "The capital, the states and counties, officials, soldiers, scholars, and common people are all sober people. Who will listen to you? Even if you might persuade some guards, or even yourself..."

Having said that, he paused, and did not finish the conjecture, his face was full of mockery.

A general sneered and said, "Even if you can keep us in the palace for a while, what's the use?"

Yes, even if Jing Jiu finds a way to seal the palace, there is no way to keep these ministers in the palace for a long time and force them to recognize his authority.

These ministers had already made preparations before entering the palace. As long as they stayed a little longer, the stewards and family generals of each government would be dispatched, and the camps outside the capital would all come in.

It is also very simple for the imperial army to choose between an idiot emperor who has been imprisoned for many years and the entire court.

How long can the imperial palace last? Once the palace is broken, how will you deal with yourself, Your Majesty?

Senior Fellow Chen quietly looked into Jing Jiu's eyes, waiting for his answer.

Jing Jiu said, "I never thought of trapping you here."

Following these words, the palace door was suddenly closed, and shadows fell on everyone's bodies and hearts.

The little eunuch had already been reminded in advance, holding the roster in his arms, and leading the officials who had been named, he hid in the corner behind the throne.

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The hall is very dark, but the outside of the hall is full of sunshine.

Zhuo Rusui leaned against the gate of the palace, squinting his eyes at the rising sun, exuding a sense of laziness all over his body.

Mr. Zhang stood beside him, his face was pale and he asked: "Is that all right?"

"Otherwise?" Zhuo Rusui said with drooping eyelids, "You wrote the list yourself, and any mistakes are your fault."

Mr. Zhang became anxious, and said, "I'm talking about the list? I'm talking about His Majesty in the hall!"

Suddenly there was a scream in the hall, followed by the sound of sharp things cutting flesh.

Mr. Zhang couldn't see the picture in the hall, so he could only guess that he was extremely nervous and began to retch, but he didn't eat anything, so he couldn't vomit no matter how much he vomited.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound from the palace door, and then there was a faint cry for help. It should be that the minister was hitting the palace door and wanted to run out.

Mr. Zhang didn't care about the annoyance in his heart, he quickly put his shoulders against the door of the palace, his face was terrified and sweat was pouring down.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Zhuo Rusui was very satisfied, and said: "Yes, you should show it at this time. You must know that you were assassinated before. Your father was afraid that you would be killed by the emperor, so he expelled you to the south to avoid disaster. Your emperor is stingy. If you don't do any meritorious service at this time, remembering what happened back then, maybe he will kill you."

In such a tense moment, Mr. Zhang couldn't hear what he said, he just desperately resisted the palace door.

A stream of blood dripped onto the palace door, making him tremble in fright, and shouted like crazy: "Aren't you going in to help?"

In his mind, since the man in black is the most powerful assassin in the world, even if he can't help His Majesty kill these traitors, at least he can save His Majesty.

Zhuo Rusui said inexplicably, "He still needs us to worry?"

Mr. Zhang misunderstood what he meant, his eyes became excited, and he said, "How many guards are there in the temple? Or did you invite many masters of cultivation?"

"He's the only one." Zhuo Rusui didn't pay attention to these words, making Mr. Zhang's face even paler. He waved his hand to signal the eunuchs not far away to come over, and said, "Go and prepare some clean water first. Remember, you need a lot of clean water, otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean up when the blood clots."

In fact, neither he nor Mr. Zhang understood why these middle-aged eunuchs were so bold and dared to stay here at this time.

The eunuchs said with a smile: "My lords, don't worry, we have done this kind of thing several times."

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Not long after, the sound in the hall disappeared, and the silence was palpitating.

Mr. Zhang looked inside with some fear, but couldn't see anything, and slowly left the palace door with his shoulders.

The hall door opened slowly, and Jing Jiu came out.

I saw him with disheveled hair, covered in blood, holding a sword in his right hand, and his face was a little pale.

Mr. Zhang quickly knelt down, not daring to look up.

Jing Jiu looked into the distance and said, "Talk to your mother, this hair rope is not very strong."

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(I will go to win an award tomorrow, and I will come back the day after tomorrow, and there may be news the day after tomorrow. I will report it to everyone at that time. I am so happy to write a novel~)