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The court meeting broke up unhappy in the end, and for the first time it was the emperor who watched the officials off.

The faces on the left and right looked uglier than the other, and when they went out of the palace gate, it turned out that Jiang Zhao was not talking nonsense, Zhuo Yun, the commander of the forbidden army, was holding a spear and wearing armor, standing not far away and looking at the Xuanzheng Palace.

On the other side are the imperial doctors who are carrying a medicine box in their hands. They seem to be in high spirits, and they have made enough plans for their visits.

Seeing that Qin Duan's brows were tightly furrowed and his face was as black as ink, Zhao Heng calmed down a little after being messed up by Jiang Zhao. I'm half sorry for her, but I didn't expect it to end like this, did I?"

"What happened?"

Qin Duan had a cold face, put his hands up and squinted at him, "Your Majesty will never do anything to me, let alone my children and grandchildren, Prime Minister Zhao has time to speak sarcastic words to me, why don't you go back and think about it?" Think about the fate of your children and grandchildren."

"Qin Duan!" Zhao Heng shouted angrily, almost fainting from his anger.

The movement of the two of them attracted many colleagues, especially the roar of Zhao Hengze, which was really scary. In order to prevent rumors of the two-phase fight from spreading across the capital tomorrow, everyone quickly surrounded the two of them, and beware of doing anything.

Compared with Zhao Hengze, who was full of anger and wished to eat his flesh raw, Qin Duan looked very calm, with his eyebrows lowered, his hands in his hands, his face was calm and calm, and he didn't look angry at all.

"Zhao Xiang's sons and grandsons are in jail, so it is inevitable that they are a little anxious. They are colleagues, and you should stop to comfort him, and Qin will leave first." He arched his hands, squeezed his way out of the crowd, and walked away go.

The people left behind looked at each other, some sincerely spoke words of comfort to Zhao Heng, while others quickly found an excuse to slip away.

Jiang Zhao stood up from the dragon chair only after receiving the news that the officials had left the palace. Gao Sheng'an reached out to help her, and seeing that she finally showed a look of lingering fear, he hurriedly compared his thumbs and said, "Your Majesty is very majestic. The ministers firmly suppressed it, and even Prime Minister Qin didn't say much, did he?"

"Qin Xiang didn't have the temperament to quarrel with others. I'm afraid he wanted to let me know the difficulty and retreat."

Jiang Zhao shook his head, put one hand on his arm for strength, stroked his heart with the other, and let out a long sigh of relief.

She wasn't afraid, but she was in a panic. After all, the only uncle who could help her was already far away at the border. If Qin Xiangzheng wanted to embarrass her in the palace regardless of her face, Jiang Zhao would be powerless to resist alone.

It has to be said that although Lu Cangyu has an unclear attitude towards the relationship between her and Xie Jin and has not fully accepted it, Jiang Zhao still subconsciously wants to trust him and rely on him. If it's embarrassing, then no matter whether it's as the Grand Marshal or as the uncle of the country, Lu Cangyu will definitely not sit idly by.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Qin Xiang didn't make things too difficult for her after all, and gave her a chance to breathe.

But according to Jiang Zhao's understanding of Qin Duan, this is definitely not a symbol of his compromise. After he went back and thought about the matter thoroughly, he still didn't know what to trip Jiang Zhao to force her to see the reality clearly.

Jiang Zhao was walking and thinking, and her mind was a little distracted, until Gao Sheng'an reminded her to lift her feet, and realized that she had already arrived in front of the imperial chariot.

She sat on the imperial chariot, and heard Gao Shengan ask again: "Your Majesty, should we go to the imperial study now, or go back to the bedroom?"

"Go back to the dormitory, I won't critique papers today."

"Yes."

"Hey, wait a minute."

Just as Gao Sheng'an was about to call out, Jiang Zhao raised his hand to signal him, and then ordered: "Let's get someone to take a few books and go back to the bedroom. Jinniang is careful, maybe she will see something."

"Your servant understands." Gao Shengan responded, secretly thinking that you are also very careful.

After getting up in the car, Jiang Zhao called Gao Shengan to the side again, lowered his voice and said, "You don't have to bring it to the harem to talk about the affairs of the previous dynasty, if I let you know who passed those messy things into her ears Here, the first one will settle accounts with you."

Gao Sheng put on a dull face, although he complained endlessly in his heart, he could only respond with tears.

There was no morning court in the next two days, and Jiang Zhao was hiding in Xihe Palace. Hearing that Wang Yin handed over a dozen papers, Jiang Zhao knew that he was scolding her with his toes. bottom of the box.

The rest of the ministers didn't move much, and they went to court on the third day. Looking at the main hall with a few people standing here and there, Jiang Zhao knew that they had come up with some way to threaten him.

"They're all on sick leave?" She raised her eyelids and looked at the prison in front of the palace who came to report.

"Yes, the paperwork was handed over just now. It's a thick pile. Would you like to have a look at it?" the prison guard in front of the palace asked, kneeling on the ground.

Jiang Zhao waved his hand and told him to back off.

She looked at the huge court hall, which was full of civil and military officials on weekdays, and the noise made her ears ring.

Now there are three or two kittens, standing here and there, with their heads buried lower than the other, and no one dares to speak. The entire hall is completely silent, and needles can be heard.

Jiang Zhao reviewed them one by one, frowned, and said in displeasure: "Xu Dingyuan didn't come? Could it be that he hated me because of his uncle's affairs, and now he just broke up with me?"

"Return to Your Majesty, you have wronged Xu Shangshu." Shen Xiuyan raised his head and defended Xu Dingyuan: "Since you said last time that there might be a war at the border, he is very busy. I went to his house last night. Visit, he is really tired and sick."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhao's face softened a little, apparently believing his words.

"They're all on sick leave, right?" She squeezed her fingers, and said casually, "It's good, you guys have worked so hard for the country, and you should have a good rest. I can understand, and so can everyone in the world."

After saying something on the scene, she sneered, "It's just right, I don't want to see their old faces yet."

She turned to Gao Sheng'an, and instructed in gentle words: "Decree, Xie Yuzhe will take the position of Minister of the Ministry of Officials temporarily, and let Han Xuan negotiate with him later. For all vacant positions in the palace, those who should be promoted will be promoted, and those who should be filled will be filled , I am a great man, and I can't count the scholars, is it possible that I can't find a few useful talents?"

Gao Shengan responded first, and then tactfully reminded: "Your Majesty, are you sure Mr. Xie...can you agree?"

Xie Yuzhe was a doctor in the Ministry of Officials at the time, and his official rank was not high enough to go to court, but he should know what happened two days ago anyway. Jiang Zhao didn't know if he could guess his relationship with Xie Jin, but no matter what Whether to oppose or avoid suspicion, the best choice is not to get involved. Jiang Zhao can think of this, and Xie Yuzhe can certainly think of it.

But Jiang Zhao really has no better candidate now.

Even if she wants to change the blood of the court, she can't do it overnight, just wave her hand and let the new one replace the old one.

Although Jiang Zhao does not understand the knowledge here, she will not act arrogantly. She still needs someone she can trust in the appointment and dismissal of the chief of staff.

Zhao Zhiyao had been the Minister of the Ministry of Officials for eight years. Although Jiang Zhao deliberately emptied him later and placed many people under him, but now that she thinks about it, the only person she can rely on is Xie Yuzhe.

"Don't worry about whether he agrees or not, just deliver the decree." Jiang Zhao frowned, as if breaking the can.

Gao Sheng'an didn't ask any more questions, and hurried to find someone to draft an order.

Although there were not many people in the hall, the court meeting still had to be held. Jiang Zhao looked unhurried, as if he had a plan in his chest, and the people below had a backbone, and put their hearts back in their stomachs.

After the court, Jiang Zhao went back to the imperial study, and finally turned dark, and said to Yuan Xiang who was waiting at the side: "What I hate the most is being threatened by others. Is it possible that they still think that I will regret it and come to the door to beg them personally?" Shang Dynasty?"

Yuan Xiang didn't dare to answer, Jiang Zhao said to himself again: "It's just right if I don't come, I don't have to listen to their nagging, I have so many things to report all day long, I have been to Fengzhou for two months, and I haven't heard anything. I saw half of the Dameng Jiangshan collapsed."

She sat behind the case reviewing papers for a while, absent-minded, and drank a large pot of low-fire tea.

"Xiao Yuanzi." She finally looked serious, as if she had made up her mind, but she ordered: "You go there yourself, go to the imperial hospital and call Zhang Shi over to me. If he doesn't want to, then find an excuse. Just tie it up."

"The slave obeys the order."

Yuan Xiang went to the Imperial Hospital with his head full of question marks, found Zhang Shi to explain his purpose, and euphemistically expressed His Majesty's determination, Zhang Shi suddenly turned ashen, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Yuan Xiang was so frightened that his heart pounded, thinking that he had some serious illness.

Zhang Shi waved his hands, avoiding his support, and sighed, "Forget it, maybe this is my fate."

After finishing speaking, he carried the medicine box and walked towards the imperial study room without Yuan Xiang leading the way.

In the evening, Jiang Zhao went back to the palace for dinner, and the harem presented a bowl of medicinal soup. Xie Jin was a little puzzled, took Jiang Zhao's hand, looked her up and down, and asked, "Have you been feeling unwell recently?"

"No, I get along with you day and night, can I hide my discomfort from you?"

Jiang Zhao smiled, pushed the medicine bowl aside and let the heat dry, and explained to her: "This is just a bowl of calming soup. I asked Zhang Shi to prescribe it. After drinking it, I can sleep better at night."

"Really?" Xie Jin picked up the medicine bowl and sniffed it, somewhat in disbelief.

The decoction smelled a little pungent and spicy, and it didn't look like any soothing soup.

But Jiang Zhao took the medicine bowl from her with a swearing look, and stirred it with a spoon, "Didn't I tell you last time, this is the prescription passed down by Zhang Shi's family, and it is naturally different from ordinary soups and medicines." .”

Xie Jin still didn't believe it, so he stretched out his hand to her and said, "Since it's a good thing, why don't you give me a bowl?"

"Can't you sleep well?" Jiang Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he was still stirring the spoon in his hand, not intending to share it with her.

Xie Jin said: "The secret recipe handed down by Imperial Doctor Zhang must be more effective than ordinary soups. I also have to worry about teaching in Wenxuan Hall. It is not too much to ask His Majesty for a bowl of soothing soup, right?"

Jiang Zhao said, "Just tell me if you can't sleep well, why do you need this bowl of soup?"

As she spoke, she raised her head and drank the bowl of soup in one gulp, her small face was wrinkled, she didn't know whether it was bitter or hot.

Xie Jin hurriedly poured a cup of cold tea for her to rinse her mouth, and complained: "I just asked you for a bowl of soup and medicine. If you don't give it, you won't give it. What's the rush? It's almost written on your face that there is no money here."

"I'm not worried because of the soup." Jiang Zhao rinsed his mouth and immediately picked her up.

Xie Jin exclaimed, subconsciously put his arms around her neck, and asked, "What are you going to do again?"

"What do you say I am?" Jiang Zhao asked her back.

Seeing her strolling towards the big bed, Xie Jin's face flushed, he couldn't figure out what her plan was, he was speechless and couldn't say anything, Jiang Zhao quickly put him on the bed and kissed her.

After kissing for a while, taking advantage of Xie Jin's breathing space, Jiang Zhao got up and lowered the bed curtain, and took off his clothes by himself.

Xie Jin felt that he was almost scalded from his cheeks to the soles of his feet, so he didn't have the heart to pursue any soup. He stretched out his hand against the thin shoulder that was pressed by her, and said falteringly: "It's still early... no..."

"It's already dark, and no one will dare to disturb you."

Jiang Zhao reached out to pull out the pearl hairpin from his hairpin, threw it away casually, and then reached out to clean the hair ornament on Xie Jin's head.

Xie Jin held her wrist, and made another excuse, "I will go to Wenxuan Hall to attend classes tomorrow morning..."

Jiang Zhao was quite patient, and used his other hand to untie her belt, pressed it down and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, it's still early, I will give you enough time to rest."

Seeing that she was about to speak again, Jiang Zhao whispered, "If you continue to make excuses, I will be very sad."

Xie Jin bit her lower lip, struggled for a while, and finally turned her head to acquiesce in her behavior, and stopped struggling.

When the night rain first broke, Xie Jin fell asleep with her head tilted, Jiang Zhao got out of bed softly, called for water to wipe her body, and carried her to a clean place on the side of the big bed. She fell asleep peacefully.

After staring at Xie Jin's sleeping face for a while, Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand to touch her eyebrows and smiled silently.

She got out of bed again, changed into new pajamas, opened the door and waved, Yuan Xiang, who had been waiting outside, trotted over quickly, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, not daring to look at her, and asked softly: "What's your majesty's order? "

Jiang Zhao still had a blush on his face that hadn't dissipated completely, and his voice was a little hoarse. He stuffed him with the empty medicine bowl in his hand, and ordered: "I have to drink this medicine for half a month, and I will ask someone to find a place to drink it later." If it’s fried, the imperial dining room of the imperial hospital will do, send it directly to the imperial study, keep your mouth shut, and don’t let Jinniang know.”

"Slave complies with the order." Yuan Xiang shuddered and buried his head deeper.

Jiang Zhao waved him away, and stood outside the door for a while before returning to the bed to rest.