Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

Tang Jianchun left the mansion and began to think about the day when the imperial censor Tang Jinli passed away.

At that time, the emperor was lying on the dragon bed, and his condition was getting worse.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Donghai Navy was attacked and Nanjing Hou Li Zheng was trapped in Pingyang. The news reached the capital, and the people were panicked for a while.

That night, the cabinet courtyard of the Censor's Mansion was different from usual. The biting cold wind whistled through the cabinet window, shrill and harsh. Above the main hall of the cabinet, a curtain separated the old governor Tang Jinli from the restless world.

The wind and snow were raging outside the palace, and the people inside the curtain were dying.

Suddenly, Tang Jinli's breathing became rapid, and the cold wind in the hall became even worse while he was breathing. The people who were worshiping in the hall did not care about the rules and etiquette. They all raised their heads and looked into the curtain with concern, with hidden worries on their faces. But no one dared to speak out.

At this time, a young man walked from a distance. He was dressed in purple brocade clothes, with an ethereal figure, and his black hair flowed down his shoulders, shining slightly.

The purple gauze ripples with the wind, the wide sleeves rise without the wind, the dragon moves and the tiger steps, the grace is rare in the world.

The young man gently passed through the silent hall and slowly approached the gauze curtain.

The person inside the curtain may have felt the breath of the person coming, and his body shook violently, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. Beads of sweat dripped from his brows, and his hands trembled.

"Dad, the baby is here." The young man opened the gauze curtain, knelt in front of the couch, and stretched out his hand to touch the person on the couch. He looked at Tang Jinli's bloodless face and couldn't hold it back, tears fell down his cheeks.

In the cabinet, everyone knelt down in order of seniority and youth on the gold brick-paved hall, holding their breath and concentrating.

The person on the couch had a weak breath. He raised his hand and waved feebly, and the young man moved closer to him knowingly.

"The Censor's Mansion cannot be left without an owner for a day." Tang Jinli took out a jade pendant with a shimmering amber color from his arms. His hands were shaking violently, and he handed it to the young man with difficulty.

The young man tremblingly took over the jade pendant, as if he had completed a sacred handover ceremony.

Tang Jinli turned to the people in the hall, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. After trying several times, he was able to squeeze out a few words with difficulty. In the cabinet hall, no one took a breath or made a sound. Everyone was silent and patiently waiting for the old governor's next explanation.

"According to my order, from now on," Tang Jinli's every word was muttered with difficulty in his mouth as if it contained blood beads, "My son Tang Jianchun...that is, he is my imperial concubine." The new governor of the Shi Mansion!"

"I congratulate you, the Young Governor, on your accession to the throne!" Everyone bowed down solemnly and bowed their heads. For a while, the hall was filled with the sound of echoes.

"Seeing spring, we must take all the power of criminal law under our command, so that the Yushi Mansion can last for a hundred years."

When talking about the words "hundred years and eternity", Tang Jinli's frail face showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. It was so slight that it was almost difficult to catch. "In this way, you can be considered as living up to your mother's entrustment."

"In my life, I have no shame for the common people and the common people. If there is anyone I can't bear to blame, it is your mother..." As if enduring great pain, Tang Jinli's eyebrows that had just calmed down suddenly frowned again. A pale and weak hand touched his heart.

"Supervisor!" Everyone called him.

Tang Jinli slowly breathed out a sigh of relief: "It's okay."

The catkin-like snow flows and chases outside the window. It was spotless when it came, and it was not disturbed when it left. Just like a small flower, exquisite and clear, without any duplicate.

Tang Jinli's vision was hazy. For a moment, he suddenly heard the sound of water. When he looked closer, he saw a small boat floating out of the jungle. A woman was holding a paddle at the stern of the boat, with long hair reaching her waist, wearing white clothes and a bun. There is a gold belt tied around it, reflecting the white snow, and the fairy spirit is fluttering.

Time passed like this, with the years passing by, and the snowflakes dancing gracefully in the cold wind. He opened his eyes again, as if looking back at the light, and asked softly: "What night is it tonight?"

The young man choked and did not answer, but held his hand tightly.

It was snowing heavily, and Tang Jinli, the old governor of Yushi Mansion, died of illness.

The new governor Tang Jianchun stood in the main hall, his long figure falling at the feet of everyone. The solemn and majestic look on his face was completely different from his beautiful face.

He slowly raised the amber jade pendant in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Here is Tisi's belt card. The Censor's Mansion obeys the order."

Everyone fell to the ground and worshiped.

"In the first month of Dingmao, the governor died of illness," the young man said with a charming smile on his lips, "but it was not death of illness, but assassination."

The people kneeling before His Highness were all old people from the Yushi Mansion. They had been in officialdom for a long time, and they suddenly understood the child's intention.

Their faces turned green for a while, and Liao Hai, the patriarch of the Governor's Mansion, stood out of the queue worriedly, with an anxious look on his face: "I'm sorry for being so frightened, but for saying a disrespectful word."

The young man saluted respectfully: "I would like to ask my uncle for advice."

"Young Governor is young, you must think twice before doing anything!" Liao Hai took a few steps to the side of the palace, "The death of the old Governor is a major event in heaven and earth. How can you lie to the Holy Lord? Even if the Governor wanted to I poured dirty water into the inner court, but where does the evidence come from? If the matter is exposed and the court investigates it in the future, how should the Imperial Palace respond?"

"Besides, since the establishment of the Yushi Mansion, all officials have been diligently supervising, and there has never been any disloyalty or dishonesty. If you deceive the superiors and deceive the subordinates, you will be put on the pillar of shame and despised by the world!"

After hearing this, all the officers felt that it was reasonable. They all bowed down and said in unison: "I hope the young governor will think twice!"

A slight smile appeared on the young man's face, and he bowed respectfully to Meng Shengxian: "Uncle, don't worry, my nephew will take care of everything."

Everyone looked at the young man in shock.

At this time, Zhao Yan couldn't stand anymore and stepped forward and said: "At least he was taught by the old governor under the iron whip. He will never be as stupid as those bastards from the six inner courts."

He glanced at Liao Hai and said, "Now that the new governor has taken office, the supervision has changed. We old guys shouldn't mess around. Is this the right thing to do, Mr. Liao?"

Seeing that Liao Hai didn't raise his head, he was a little angry: "The eldest lady worked hard and overcame all kinds of difficulties to establish the Yushifu. From then on, the world's criminal power was divided into three parts, and I, the Yushifu, had only one share. How glorious is it?"

He pointed to the mountains outside the window, "Have you forgotten how many promises our brothers made back then to save the common people and reverse the rule of law? Now that corrupt emperor has made the government and the countryside dark, and the people on the border are in dire straits. Do you still know what you are loyal to!"

Liao Hai was so nervous that his beard trembled: "Old Eleven, how could you say such rebellious words! If someone with a heart has listened to these words, it will implicate the nine tribes! You are so confused!"

Zhao Yan was so angry at the moment that he couldn't care about so much. He said with a sullen face: "Nanjinghou has been trapped in Pingyang for several months. Food and grass cannot be transported. The old emperor is ill and bedridden. He can't hear what is going on in the court. What is going on in the court?" Just listen to what the old Demon Queen says, even if we have 10,000 loyal people, how can we revitalize the government and the opposition?"

He waved his hand, "This loyalty is worse than feeding a dog!"

Liao Hai struggled to stand up, threw away his crutch, and shouted: "Absurd!"

He wandered towards the lobby, "As long as I am still alive, I will never allow you to do such a ridiculous thing!"

Seeing that no one responded to him, he suddenly felt bitter in his heart: "How can your deviant behavior today be worthy of the eldest lady's spirit in heaven!"

Tang Jianchun took a few steps forward, patted Liao Hai's bowed back gently, and said with a smile: "If the eldest lady is still alive, her will may not be like that of my uncle."

He was unhurried, his eyes were still watery, and he said, "Maybe my mother wants her children to skin the old Queen Mother."

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Everyone looked at the young man in front of them in surprise, as if the words were coming from outside and had nothing to do with the kind smile on his face.

The hall was silent for a moment, and you could even hear the wind blowing the leaves and the gentle caressing of the snowflakes.