Travel back to modern times and become famous after doing a live broadcast for the ancients

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Gongchao Palace, Qinzheng Hall.

The old emperor was awakened by the sound of running and running early in the morning. Even when he went to court, he felt his heart pounding.

"Ugh!"

Although the usual morning mornings are similar to this time, the effects of sleeping until you wake up naturally and being woken up by the light curtain are completely different.

Moreover, during the morning court, the sounds from the mysterious light curtain continued to penetrate into the ears, and everyone had a sound source above their head.

emperor:"……"

Minister: "..."

The ministers who were always being disturbed could not concentrate at all. Even the old emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was so noisy that he could not even hear the ministers' voices clearly.

In the end, the morning court session could only be ended hastily.

The old emperor ordered people to return to the Qinzheng Hall with a bunch of memorials, ready to review them one by one.

However, the old emperor sitting in the chair looked at the memorials of the ministers and fell into hard contemplation, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.

"Ugh!"

The old emperor sighed deeply.

"What is supposed to come will always come, you can't hide even if you want to!"

The emperor looked at the memorials placed on the ground. They were piled high like a hill, and almost all of them reflected the incident of Prince Qin Mingluo.

The old emperor, who was already annoyed by the light curtain on his head, felt even more exhausted mentally and physically.

"What's all this about?"

After a day of fermentation yesterday, the news of Fu Youyou's death was completely spread, and the rumors made him almost unable to resist.

And that light curtain...

Many students of Prime Minister Li, who was an official in the court, wrote letters asking the prince to give a clear explanation, and even went so far as to say "loving concubines destroys wives".

"Ugh!"

"You bastard, you bastard!"

At this time, Eunuch Wu reported something and said that the prince was waiting outside the palace, and the old emperor had someone summon him in.

"My sons and ministers see my father. Long live my father! Long live my father!"

Before Qin Mingluo could finish speaking, the exhausted old emperor, who had been forced by those key ministers, smashed the memorial directly on Qin Mingluo's head.

Qin Mingluo was immediately stunned.

"Father?"

The old emperor looked at Qin Mingluo's innocent eyes and was filled with anger. He glared at Qin Mingluo with a cold look, making people feel frightened just by looking at him.

However, Qin Mingluo was indeed a match between the old emperor and "true love". He still had the courage to ask the emperor questions, but if it had been anyone else, he would have kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

"I don't know what I did wrong to make my father so angry."

The old emperor looked at his incompetent son and remembered the woman he met when he was traveling incognito. Although she came from a land of fireworks, she did not have the aura of dust.

Thinking of this, I couldn't bear to be cruel to Qin Mingluo.

"Huh, take a good look at these memorials. They reflect your situation."

The old emperor looked at the son who worried him. It was undeniable that although Qin Mingluo's nature was not bad, he was inevitably too extreme in some matters.

Even, it feels a little unclear.

Qin Mingluo was hit so hard that he suddenly shivered, "Hisssssss~"

Qin Mingluo's head hurt from being hit. He gasped secretly before picking up the memorial that had fallen on the ground and looking at it.

Looking at the memorials that were all blaming me, and the way they ignored me in the past, I felt an unknown fire rising in my heart.

"These old things, actually..."

Qin Mingluo looked at those memorials and was so angry that he just wanted to rush out to find someone to settle the score.

"Asshole, shut up!"

The old emperor looked at Qin Mingluo and knew that he had not realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Kneel down and straighten yourself, don't interrupt."

His behavior of pampering his concubines and destroying his wives made many matrons dissatisfied, and also made many noble daughters of the aristocratic families look down upon. If things go on like this, which noble girl from aristocratic family would dare to marry him?

At that time, the position of the traitor's wife will be in doubt.

"Humph!"

Seeing Qin Mingluo not daring to say anything, the old emperor calmed down a little.

"I remember..."

"Your concubine is a brothel girl, right?"

Sure enough, the old emperor began to ask about the concubine Meng in the prince's palace.

Qin Mingluo was very irritable at this time and didn't want to mention her at all, but he had to answer his father's question, so he nodded in the end.

"Well, I do come from a land of fireworks."

The old emperor frowned after hearing Qin Mingluo's words. His unpredictable expression made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Find an excuse to demote her to a concubine, and use a fireworks woman as a concubine, thank you for thinking of it."

Although the old emperor was once young and frivolous, he was not confused at all. If this kind of brothel girl is fine as a concubine, she is not qualified to be a bed partner.

"If I go back to my father, I don't want to do this, but..."

"Just what?"

Qin Mingluo paused, then continued: "It's just that she once saved Er Chen's life, and Er Chen promised her the position of concubine, and that's why the situation has turned into this situation."

The more the old emperor listened, the more ridiculous he felt.

"Hmph, you can't think of using your position as a concubine to repay the kindness of a brothel girl."

"Is your salary just a decoration?"

"Can't you give someone some gold, silver and jewelry as a thank you gift?"

"..."

Qin Mingluo was scolded by the old emperor. Even though he was scolded bloody by the emperor, he could not bring up the slightest thought of resistance.

In the end, the old emperor really had nothing to scold, so he showed mercy and let him go.

"My son, please retire!"

After saying these symbolic words, Qin Mingluo quickly left this place of right and wrong.

After returning to his own mansion, he became even more angry when he saw the delicious and lazy Meng Concubine who had been deliberately wandering in front of him.

As the saying goes: "Evil people will be punished by evil people."

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His attention shifted to the people in the capital.

The moment those light curtains appeared, they were woken up by loudspeakers, and then there was the sound of passionate running, and a new day began.

"By the way, that person called...life teacher, is he considered a master?"

A certain common man who has not yet recovered from his illness and is still living in the shadow of his life teacher is asking the people around him listlessly.

"If it's my wife, why doesn't she look like she's teaching?"

"Instead, she looks more like a street shrew."

The companion who followed the common people also felt that it was very reasonable after hearing this.

"I also have this question, or are all the princes and wives like this?"

The pictures displayed on the light screen kept changing, and the people felt panicked.

"Speaking of which, the princess and the others are running, why are they running?"

"Yeah, I heard it's military training or something."

"Military training? It sounds like training in a military camp. Are they going to fight there?"

"War? These literati?"

"If I remember correctly, these people are all students, that is, the literati here, right? They also want to fight?"

"I don't know..."

"Or, in fact, this running is training their escape ability?"

"possible."

"Are they having a lot of wars there, so they have to run faster?"

The people in the capital had different opinions, and they all expressed their different opinions on the matter of getting up before dawn to run and exercise in the light curtain.

Of course, none of this will affect Fu Youyou and the others.