Empress, your husband is invincible

"Is this because I'm afraid that I won't die tonight? Why don't you give in and bring someone to mourn me?"

Hearing the unconcealable chill in Ling Xuejian's tone, Zhuang Shuanglin was startled, and blurted out a reminder:
"Your Majesty! For the sake of Daling Jiangshan Sheji, please be more careful!"

Without looking back, Ling Xuejian grabbed her wrist and walked down the stairs step by step without saying a word.

Her hands were frighteningly cold.

Zhuang Shuanglin's body trembled, but he had no choice but to follow behind her carefully.

The Zhangyue Pavilion is tens of feet high, and it is hundreds of steps away from the palace gate on the south side, that is, the Suzaku Gate.

But for some reason, Zhuang Shuanglin walked very slowly at such a short distance on weekdays.

In front of her was the Lingxue sword whose cloak was blown by the wind.

Beside the two were armored guards and some court ladies and eunuchs.

But even at a slower pace, the distance between the two places is limited.

Standing on the side of the deep Suzaku Gate full of shadows, Ling Xuejian looked coldly at the bright lights on the opposite side.

Probably Li Xing had conveyed the news that she was fine to the civil and military courtiers headed by Qin Muzhi and Huang Yi.

Under the Suzaku gate, which was several feet high, that is, on the other side of the gate, the waiting courtiers and their numerous family soldiers began to keep silent.

After staring blankly at the other side for a long time, Ling Xuejian let go of Zhuang Shuanglin's wrist, and said in a calm tone:
"Shuanglin, you follow me five steps behind me, and follow me up the tower. I want to meet my ministers well."

Ling Xuejian's heart skipped a beat again.

Why did His Majesty allow himself to follow him five steps behind him?
Could it be that His Majesty suspected that these assassins were sent by the family behind the minister under the city gate?

And these aristocratic families are very likely to boldly assassinate again?

Thinking of this, Zhuang Shuanglin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately pressed his palm on the handle of the knife.

Ling Xuejian had already turned around, and walked along the steps towards the place where the torches were already lit on the top of the city gate.

Zhuang Shuanglin silently calculated the distance in his heart and followed behind her.

Everyone knows that the autumn wind is bleak.

But it's not just the wind during the day that is bleak, the autumn wind at night is even colder and presumptuous.

The torches inserted on the battlements were slammed by the night wind. Ling Xuejian, wearing a black cloak, walked slowly to the middle of the battlements, making sure that the crowd downstairs at the city gate could just see him.

The lights were brightly lit, reflecting the scene in front of Suzaku Gate like daytime.

As soon as Ling Xuejian appeared, several ministers with outstanding eyesight knelt down at the bottom of the city gate, shouting long live.

Under the leadership of the few of them, whether it was ministers or ministers, or the generals of various families, they all reacted and knelt down towards the Suzaku Gate.

In front of Suzaku Gate, there is an empty field paved with huge and countless stone strips.

But at this moment, the normally empty space was crowded with kneeling people.

Ling Xuejian supported the city wall with her palms, and looked at the scene downstairs of the city gate with a calm expression.

Ling Xuejian was silent for a long time as his gaze swept across the courtiers in different clothes.

Zhuang Shuanglin stood in the shadow behind her and looked at her worriedly.

Without warning, Ling Xuejian suddenly stretched out his arms and said slowly:

"Everybody loves you, calm down."

Her voice, calm and penetrating, spread extremely far in this silent scene, only the sound of the wind blowing torches.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

All the courtiers stood up hesitantly, looking at me and I looking at you.

But in this stream, two different voices suddenly came out:

A voice is old and powerful:
"The old minister is old and faint, and the rescue came too late. I implore His Majesty to punish him!"

A majestic and rough road:
"Your Majesty, there is something strange going on tonight, and I beg your majesty to allow you to send troops into the palace to defend the imperial city and guard your majesty!"

Ling Xuejian slammed her palm against the wall, frowning and looking at the two who spoke.

The old man is the old prime minister Qin Muzhi.

And the powerful one is Huang Yi, the Marquis of Hussars who previously claimed to be sick and recuperating at home.

Zhuang Shuanglin couldn't help taking a half step, and pulled out the handle of the knife a little.

And at this moment, another old and mediocre voice sounded.

"Both of you are the pillars of the country, why are you so confused at this time?"

"In the imperial city, there is the Phoenix Feather Guard led by the eldest daughter of Marquis Wu's family, and Li Xing, who is praised as a rising star by Marquis Su, and the Dragon Scale Guard led by Li Muyan.

What's the point of a few clowns in such a huge imperial city? "

Ling Xuejian's eyes subconsciously swept towards the person who spoke.

The man was dressed in a scarlet court dress, only half a body behind Qin Muzhi and Huang Yi in the crowd, his body was slightly rickety, and his hair was half white.

The old household secretary, Chen Yuxiu?
This person is best at fighting with mud, but he didn't see it. At this time, he actually has the courage to stand up and fight with this pool of "mud"...

Xiumei frowned slightly, Ling Xuejian simply closed his mouth, watching Chen Yuxiu raise his head and salute to him.

"Your Majesty, can you let the old minister be bold and say a few words?"

Ling Xuejian waved his hand to signal him to do whatever he wanted.

Qin Muzhi got up with Qin Yu's support, turned his head and glanced at Chen Yuxiu, the glare flashed in his cloudy eyes and quickly disappeared.

Huang Yi is a yellow-faced man with a square face and heavy jaws. He is extremely tall and exudes an aura of calm and prestige all the time.

He first raised his head, glanced at Ling Xuejian, then turned his head, looked at Qin Muzhi who closed his eyes and rested his mind, and finally set his sights on Chen Yuxiu.

Chen Yuxiu nodded at each of them, then turned his head and bowed to the courtiers behind him.

"My colleagues, old Chen and you are His Majesty's courtiers, and I understand your shock and worry about what happened tonight."

As he spoke, Chen Yuxiu straightened his hunched waist a little, and his tone became heavier:
"It should be noted that the safety of His Majesty depends on the hearts of the people in the world! It is not only on the hearts of three or two courtiers!"

"But the country has rules and regulations, and people have respect and inferiority. How can we mess up the rules and regulations and forget about respect and inferiority because of such a trivial matter?"

Ling Xuejian's face was slightly condensed, and for the first time since he ascended the throne, he seriously began to examine him as the Minister of the Household Department.

Qin Mu's breath was slightly sluggish, but after a while, it became smooth as usual.From the beginning to the end, the eyelids did not lift once.

Huang Yi's face remained unchanged, and his fingers kept rubbing the jade wrench between his fingers.

Without looking at the reactions of his colleagues behind him, Chen Yuxiu turned around and saluted Ling Xuejian again.

Looking up at Ling Xuejian complicatedly, Chen Yuxiu's tone had a faint trill.

"I dare to guess, since your majesty is here, all the thieves in the imperial city must have been captured, right?"

Ling Xuejian was silent for a moment.

But before she could reply, Chen Yuxiu suddenly knelt down on his knees and solemnly saluted her:
"For the sake of the country, for His Majesty!

Your Majesty, Chen Yuxiu, dare to ask Your Majesty to count them all in front of Suzaku's gate, and execute these rebellious ministers and thieves Ling Chi!Not one left! "