The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 22

Purple Bamboo Forest

"Mother, Feng'er came to see you." Stretching out his hand to brush the bamboo leaves above, Yun Feng had a complicated expression on his face.

The white tombstone is still pure white as before, but the green vines wrapped around the tombstone actually bloomed thin white flowers.

Unknown small white flowers exude a faint fragrance, which does not belong to the elegance of orchids, nor the Qing of chrysanthemums, it is an unknown fragrance.

Mu Fuyuan looked at Yun Fengchao who was kneeling in front of the tomb. Although there was no name written on the tombstone, judging from the expression on Yunfengchao's face, the one inside should be Concubine Shen, who died in a fragrant way, right?

"My lord, please mourn." The dead are already dead, and rest in peace with the wind is the best destination.

"Let me ask you, if you knew that your time had come, how would you feel?" Yun Fengchao didn't turn his head, he just knelt quietly on the ground, looking at the white tombstone.

"Fu Yuan dare not think about it." For Yun Fengchao's question, Mu Fu Yuan immediately gave an answer, even though it was not an answer at all.

Turning his head, Yun Fengchao looked at Mu Fuyuan with a calm smile, knowing that he couldn't get the answer, so he stood up and walked slowly towards the waiting carriage.

The carriage was galloping along the official road, and the two people in the carriage were relatively silent.

"Your Majesty, civil and military officials are already waiting." The people outside the car couldn't help being surprised by the scene before them.

Although he often builds carriages for wealthy families, everything in front of him...is so magnificent.

All the officials bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, even those who were usually so arrogant that it made their teeth itch were obediently kneeling on the ground, waiting for Yun Fengchao's return.

It seems that the death of the Empress Dowager's backer will have a considerable impact.

The officials who had been waiting for a long time raised their heads when they heard the movement.

Seeing an ordinary carriage parked on the empty official road ahead, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

The driver thoughtfully raised the bead curtain for the two people in the carriage, only to see a slender white one hanging on the edge of the carriage, and the people in the carriage jumped out of the carriage gracefully with their strength.

All civil and military officials were stunned immediately, this, this, this is...

The prime minister who has been missing for several days!

Mu Fuyuan stretched out his hand to the person in the carriage, asking him to borrow his strength.

When the people who were far away saw the familiar red hair, they immediately knew who it was.

It's just, why did the prime minister stay with the majesty?

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Hall of Parliament

"My lord, I believe that the Empress Dowager's funeral cannot be delayed."

Sitting on the dragon chair, Yun Fengchao squinted at the minister who was admonishing him.

"I also have this intention, what's your opinion?"

Civil and military officials look at me and I look at you. Everyone has plans in their hearts, but no one dares to take a step forward.

After waiting for a long time, the minister who had previously remonstrated made another shocking statement: "I believe that the empress dowager is highly respected throughout her life and should be buried with the former emperor."

Everyone turned their eyes to the minister who had just spoken, with contempt and sympathy in their eyes.

Yun Fengchao acted as if he couldn't hear the minister's opinion, his eyes without any ups and downs swept across the people below, from left to right, one by one, and the expression on every face was not missed.

Few of the people present could understand the meaning of this move, but it made the ministers who had surrendered to the Empress Dowager tremble, and even their legs went limp.

"Nobody has an opinion?"

This time no one dared to speak out.

The head is not left on the neck as a decoration, and the mouth is not used to separate the head from the body. Since there are too many mistakes to say, it is better not to say it.

Suddenly, a slender figure stood in front of the hall, arched his hands and said: "If it is possible, I think it is better not to adopt the method of joint burial. After all, the tomb of the former emperor has been dusty for a long time. Now that the coffin is opened, I am afraid..."

What Mu Fuyuan said was full of emotion, and at the end, that terrifying sentence was enough to make many ministers tremble.

The ministers looked left and right, as if the wind blowing in from the red sandalwood window just now was really a little...

But everyone didn't realize that their great sage, sitting on the dragon chair and resting his forehead with his hands, was actually... just laughing.

"I support the views of the prime minister. After all, if the coffin is opened now, it may disturb the holy face of the late emperor."

"Yes, yes, the Prime Minister's point of view is reasonable."

"The proposal of joint burial is really a waste of money and people!"

In line with the purpose of speaking later and suffering, all the ministers spoke generously.

After all, it is the Empress Dowager who is going to be buried now, not her own relatives, so it doesn't matter what kind of burial he plans.

And folks also say that it is better to offend villains than to offend ghosts and gods. If you really don't get entangled with that kind of thing, it will decline for several years!

Facing the faces of the crowd who wished to retreat quickly, Yun Fengchao cleared his throat, and announced the final result of the Empress Dowager's funeral in a rather clear mood.

"Since all the lords agree, then..." Today's morning court is too long, if it drags on, I'm afraid there will be more troubles.

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty." With a yell, the minister who saw the remonstrance but was regarded as nothing by Yun Fengchao asked dissatisfiedly: "I also have remonstrance, why..."

Yun Fengchao motioned to the eunuch at the side to announce his retirement.

"Retire!"

"I don't accept it! The Queen Mother's bones are still cold, and you are playing power here, and I don't accept what you say! Since the Holy One is just an unreasonable barbarian, why should I be this official again! I might as well tell the old man to return to his hometown and become an official." The dealers are happy to come."

The minister's words were justified, and every word hurt Yun Fengchao's heart.

Yun Fengchao stood up, looked at the minister who threw the top-wearing flower feather on the ground, and asked softly: "The Qing family, Liu Shan'er, do you still remember this name?"

Everyone looked at each other, this name, can they not remember?

Liu Shan'er, the woman who was as beautiful as a lotus in those days, made the late emperor fall in love with her and doted on her alone.

"The empress dowager is dead, your voices are blood and tears, and you want to fight for her to be buried with the emperor," Yun Fengchao lowered his head, his fiery bangs covered his eyes, making it difficult to see him clearly. "The queen mother is vicious and vicious, but my mother is as kind as her name, but when my mother died tragically, who ever pleaded for her?"

He punched hard on the solid dragon table, and a loud noise frightened everyone who was listening engrossed.

"More than half of the people present have received my mother's favor, but now my mother can't even write her name on a grave, but you want to give her a grand burial. Are you worthy of my mother?"

Every time Yun Fengchao said a word, the embarrassment on everyone's faces increased, and by the time he finished speaking, most of them could no longer lift their heads.

After calming down, Yun Fengchao raised his head, walked to the front of the hall, and stopped at the side of the flower feather.

Although the minister who thought Yun Fengchao was going to do something pretended to be calm, his clenched hands showed his proud backbone.

Stretching out his hand to pick up the flower feather on the ground, Yun Fengchao patted the dust on it.

"Take it." Handing Hua Ling into the hands of the minister, Yun Fengchao turned around and motioned for the eunuch to call back again,

The minister looked at the Hua Ling in his hand and was stunned.

"Retire!"

"The minister waits to send the emperor off!"

When everyone left and he was the only one left in the empty political hall, he seemed to come back to his senses, and fell to his knees on the ground with a "plop".