Every world I die young

The next day, Mu Jiayan left Minggui Palace. He seemed to be in high spirits. After returning to the bedroom, he changed into an inner garment, and then changed into an extremely complicated dragon robe. It took Baixiu Niang a year to sew the beautiful jade satin, and the outermost piece of red jersey fluttered in the wind, showing the majesty of the emperor.

Mu Jiayan was sitting on the dragon chair, and the buzzing of mosquitoes from civil and military officials kept coming from his ears. He felt bored, so he propped his head up and said, "If there is something to do, let's go back to the court if there is nothing to do."

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was stunned, and when he heard the words, he really took a step forward with straight eyebrows, and said naively: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has not been to the palace for a week, what happened to him?"

It's been a long time since I've seen such a silly minister, not counting other people, even Mu Jiayan couldn't help laughing, he looked at the Minister of the Ministry of Officials with a smile, and joked: "Guan Aiqing cares a lot about the prime minister."

Official Minister Guan Ji didn't seem to understand the sarcasm in Mu Jia's words, and he still said naively: "Your Majesty, Adjutant Huo is kind to me, and I should care about the Prime Minister."

"Tch." Mu Jiayan's eyes were filled with anger, how could Guan Ji be stupid, he could say such a stupid thing in court, it was not honest, but stupid.

How absurd that Guan Ji, a poor scholar with a simple mind and underdeveloped limbs, is actually the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, the head of the six departments, and the chief official in charge of the examination of the appointment and removal of officials!

Mu Jiayan didn't expect that Guan Ji, who was the number one scholar at the beginning, would be so flattered and crippled. The straight-hearted man in front of him was not even as smart and astute as the little eunuch and maidservant in the palace.

Mu Jiayan's face turned cold. In the morning nearly two years ago, the famous Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Guan Ji, had never participated in it. His deputy, Prime Minister Huo's disciple Huo Shang, had always participated.

Mu Jiayan lowered his eyes. It can be said that his bureaucracy is almost completely controlled by Huo Yinsheng's minions. If it wasn't for Huo Shang's occasional cold yesterday, Guan Ji would not have rushed the ducks to the shelves to participate in the morning court. He guessed for a while Can not find the problem.

It's just stupid, to actually entrust someone from the prime minister's mansion as a capable subordinate, how could he be so blind back then, and choose such a person as the Minister of the Ministry of Officials to fight against the prime minister.

Thinking of Mo Yinglan's great influence and complicated influence in the court, Mu Jiayan's rare good mood was ruined, and he coldly ordered, "Guan Aiqing, the prime minister is recovering very well, although he can't stand up , but there is no major problem, and he will participate in the morning court soon, I hope Ai Qing will see him, remember to express his memory again."

Guan Ji's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Ok?"

Even Guan Ji, who has been lazy for an unknown number of years, knew what stupid things he blurted out. He wiped his sweat with his sleeve guiltily, "I understand, uh, I wish Your Majesty the dragon body and health."

The officials around were secretly mocking and jealous, mocking Guan Ji's stupidity. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the emperor was gradually seizing power and had achieved results, but at this juncture, Mo Yinglan's leg was crippled.

Whether it's a coincidence or something else, the general trend has already come. In time, the little emperor will definitely hold great power, and Guan Ji's behavior is undoubtedly seeking his own death.

Of course, they are also extremely jealous, jealous that Guan Ji, a big fool, can occupy a high position, but they are all in such an embarrassing position, one by one, with their qualifications and political achievements, wasting half their lives.

The eyes of the other officials were dark and resentful. Many people were expecting that something would happen to Guan Ji, but Guan Ji didn't realize it, but Mu Jiayan took this scene into his eyes.

"Retreat."

Mu Jiayan made up his mind, the first step was to eradicate all of Mo Yinglan's minions.

In Minggui Palace, in the dark bedroom, the thin and pale young man in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes.

His white collar was soaked in blood, it had already dried up and clumped, and the dark brown mark was clearly dazzling on the snow-white collar. When Mo Yinglan moved a little, the wheelchair made a creaking sound.

He was also afraid that the only wheelchair would be scrapped here, so he had no choice but to stay there motionless. After a while, Mo Yinglan struggled to stand up.

He is very upset, the system, your pain-shielding function, quickly take it out.

The system hummed, and Mo Yinglan felt a warm current flowing from her heart, and the pain in her body suddenly eased a lot. I don't know if it was a hallucination, but he always felt that this should exceed the 20% range, but he didn't say come out.

Ever since he came here, he always felt that the little emperor Mu was a little familiar from time to time, especially before, when he was similar to that person... in some small movements, he pursed his lips and felt that he was absolutely bewildered. How could Mu Jiayan be him? .