For a moment, everyone only held their breath.

Censor Liu is a myth in the imperial city, just like the sharp sword in the hands of Emperor Showa. If it is not sheathed, it will be gone. Once it is unsheathed, there will be casualties as the sword tip points.

"Yes." Emperor Zhaohe laughed, his expression suddenly softened. He looked at Rong Chu, and his eyes were filled with a smile, "Get up. Zhuzhou is true. Zhao Wulang knew that he did not report it and deliberately concealed it. He should be punished."

After hearing Emperor Showa's words, Rong Jing was suddenly stunned.

Didn’t Rong Shu just passed on a secret letter from Hanchang Palace today and said that Censor Liu is dead? Why is Censor Liu still here now? Why did he ask Shangfang Sword to disturb his plan?

However, without waiting for his explanation, Emperor Showa shouted at him, "Rong Jing, are you wrong?"

The current situation is the clearest. Emperor Showa will definitely investigate the owed silver by the Ministry of Revenue to the end. Anyone knows that even if Rong Chu is really too hasty, Emperor Showa will only stand completely on Rong Chu's side at this moment.

The mission of the Ministry of Revenue has always been difficult to deal with. If Emperor Showa expressed his disagreement with Rong Chu at this moment, the mission of the Ministry of Revenue would be like walking on thin ice in the future.

Rong Jing also understood in his heart, but he understood even more that he had the least desire to make trouble for the moment, so he knelt down. Although he knelt down, he still defended himself loudly, "Father, it's natural for me to repay the debt. My son owed too much silver and could not be returned, so he could only sell his own business."

"You have never been wrong when you sell the money and still owes the money." Emperor Showa snorted coldly, "I said your fault is to insult the prince of the dynasty and to destroy each other!"

Rong Jing silently kept silent, but his fingertips slammed into the cracks of the bricks.

The cold sweat on the forehead fell down, winding along the grooves and grooves in the brick cracks.

"Rong Jing, do you know your mistake?"

Emperor Showa listed Wanrong Jing's evidence of his crime and asked loudly again.

Although Rong Jing lowered his voice, Ning Ke could hear it clearly. Rong Jing was not convinced of Emperor Zhaohe's judgment. "My son knew his mistake, but his son's mistake was that he should not make his father angry, so he could punish him!"

At the gesture of Emperor Showa, Censor Liu stood up and walked towards the table where Rong Chu was.

Rong Chu made room for Censor Liu and smiled at Censor Liu politely.

Censor Liu raised his sleeves and covered all the gazes in the hall from afar. Rong Chu's expression suddenly stopped when he saw Censor Liu lifting up the mask on his face. He was stiff for a moment, lost his mind, and as bloodless as dead as ashes.

...

However, at this moment, Emperor Showa focused all his attention on Rong Jing. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Be the palace staff of thirty!"

The slaughter of a stick is a huge punishment for the prince. Not to mention the slaughter of a temple, if it is a slaughter of a stick, if this reputation is spread, it can be regarded as a slaughter among all officials.

When Rong Jing heard the court stick, he froze his face, but the next moment, he leaned over and said, "Thank you for your grace."

After hearing the will of Emperor Showa, the people standing outside the hall paused. Not to mention Rong Jing's identity, they dare not fight, but they really fought. Who knows whether Emperor Showa will use this as a reason to ask them for trouble in the future? Today's matter is still between the two of Emperor Showa's original intention or a piece of advice to Rong Jing. In addition, Rong Jing's momentum has risen recently, and it is difficult to guarantee that Rong Jing will not become a new generation of princes.

If he really becomes the prince, let alone them, even the lives of their relatives will be under his control.

When the big furniture was stunned, Censor Liu suddenly smiled at Ning Ke who was sitting at the seat, "Is this the Prime Minister?"

When Liu Jingshi said this, his voice was extremely low. Although he was laughing, he did not have a trace of warmth. He could not help but be shocked in his heart when he thought he was graceful.

“That’s right.”

Ning Ke bowed to Censor Liu, perhaps because he had stolen Censor Liu's name, and he smiled at him with a hint of guilt.

Seeing Ning Ke smiled at him, the so-called Censor Liu turned his head, and his long hair that had scattered was half spread on his shoulders, and a coldness appeared in his phoenix eyes, "Mr. Ning, I have long admired Daqie, I'm lucky to be happy to meet."

Ning Ke felt cold all over her body for no reason. After the third greeting, she decisively began to remain silent.

However, I had already defined this Jingshi Liu in my heart. I often wear a mask and have a cold temperament, so I will definitely not be a good person.

Emperor Showa waited for a long time but no one came in. He was angry and threw the golden cup in his hand. The three-legged cup rolled down the steps and rolled in front of Rong Jing, and stopped. Rong Jing looked at the golden cup, then raised his head to look at Emperor Showa, with a cool smile in his eyes. He looked at Rong Qing, who was stunned, and Ning Ke, who was staring at the golden cup with his eyes down, the strange smile of Yushi Liu, and Rong Chu, who was sitting upright with his sleeves closed, suddenly smiled.

"Why should my father be angry?"

The speed of speaking is very slow, as if you have to chew the heart of the overturning emperor in this slowness and taste this cool worldly state.

"If the father is angry, it is the son who is wrong."

Rong Jing smiled again, never got up, but he clearly said to the person standing outside the hall, "Come on."

Emperor Showa stood with his hands behind his back.

Don't look at Rong Jing who was pressed on the bench, and don't look at the bamboo board that is wide and falls on Rong Jing's back. He naturally knew that these people in the palace since childhood knew best how to use force to break the skin without hurting their muscles and bones. How to use force to seem to have no wounds in the skin, but leave the wounds in the body that cannot be cured.

So, what method is used to fight Rong Jing?

The bamboo board fell on Rong Jing's back, but the barbs on the bamboo board seemed to have touched Emperor Showa's heart, and made bloody holes.

It’s not that he is cruel, but that no matter how much he says this state affairs are, they are always too personal.

At thirty boards, the two of them fell alternately. When they finished the fight, Rong Jing's back had no complete skin. However, from beginning to end, Rong Jing held on his back without screaming. The sweat beads on his forehead mixed with the blood on his back, along the bench and the waving bamboo board, were destroyed in the Changming Palace.

"Get out."

Emperor Showa never looked back from beginning to end.

"Son Master... Thank you for the grace of the father." Rong Jing struggled from the bench and the person next to him wanted to help him, but Rong Jing waved it away with one hand. After worshiping Emperor Showa, Rong Jing staggered towards the palace gate. His bloody back was getting more and more painful when he walked. Rong Jing gritted his teeth and supported him hard. When he reached the door of Changming Palace, he turned around and smiled at the people who were following along the way, his eyes swept across Changming Palace, swept across the people with different expressions, and stared at the screen that Rong Shu pushed away.

The moment I passed by, I lowered my voice and smiled with my mouth.

"I will avenge you for your revenge."

...

Emperor Showa sat back, but he was getting happier. Rong Shu was his favorite daughter, but because of this intrusion, she could not give her the future she wanted.

A son and a daughter make a big fuss in Changming Palace, but I am afraid that even if it has not been connected, it will become a joke that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

He was the most failed father in the world, and he was also the wise monarch who gave the Northern Zhou Dynasty a stable and prosperous area.

Haha... It's true, a contradictory identity.

However, Censor Liu seemed to be sure to approach Ning Ke. Rong Qing blocked Ning Ke several times, but it was not easy to block it, so he could only hold a cup to cover it, but asked with his eyes.

Ning Ke's head was instructed to Rong Qing to say a few words.

Taking advantage of the resurgence of singing and dancing, Ning Ke stood up straight and walked towards Rong Chu's seat. Censor Liu didn't know what method he used to make Rong Chu agree to change the seat with Ning Ke. Ning Ke didn't care, but just thought about how to perfunctory Jingshi Liu in a while.

The moment she passed by Rong Chu, she wanted to speed up her pace, but she didn't want to, but Rong Chu grabbed his wrist.

"Be careful."

Then a mistake passed.

Ning Ke was slightly surprised, and finally sneered in his heart. Rong Chu, I am afraid that when I am with you, it is the most dangerous time for me.

However, she and Rong Chu were both smart people and did not show anything in front of Emperor Showa. Ning Ke knew that Censor Liu was scheming and difficult to deal with, so he did not pay attention to anything else and focused all his energy in front of Censor Liu.

"Let me be Liu Jian." Yushi Liu picked up the wine glass, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed one to Ning Ke.

Ning Ke looked carefully and the wine pot was on the same side. He felt a little relaxed, took the glass and responded, "Ning Ke."

"I have heard that Lord Ning has been acting vigorously and decisively. Jiangnan killed Sun Kang and Liu Zhiyi and Shanghai dispersed the power of the prefecture and killed Sun Yiyun, the evil devil." Liu Jian picked up the cup and drank it all, signaled to Ning Ke, and then filled it up again and held it.

"I'm very impressed."

"Mizhao Mizhao." Ning Ke drank very slowly, and seemed to be tasting wine, but he had already taken Liu Jian's every move into his eyes and fell into his heart.

"At that time, the official was in Zhuzhou." Liu Jian seemed to be warm and warm to Ning Ke Bucai. The graceful dancer threw a long sleeve of water. The fragrance came to Ning Ke's nose, which was cool and quiet, and it was Miluo fragrance.

"At that time, Zhuzhou had not had a drought, but there was no rain for a few days. As the magistrate, Zhao Wulang did not open warehouses to release grain to stabilize the price of rice, but took the opportunity to store grain. He also threatened that heroes would come out in troubled times, and the hearts of villains were really terrifying."

Ning Ke just listened in a daze and didn't answer.

"Zhao Wulang didn't know where to find a Taoist, saying that he could ask for rain. What's funny is that the Taoist set up a rain altar and asked for rain for a few days. Except for the sun being bigger and rounder, and the crops in the field were dead day by day, there was no rain at all."

Liu Jian took a bite of the dish and said heartbrokenly, "What's even more ridiculous is that I asked him to open a warehouse and release grain to provide relief to the victims as the censor. He actually said that I was a spy from southern Xinjiang and tried to arrest me! Lord Ning, are you ridiculous?"

After the words were finished, Liu Jian sneered and looked at Ning Ke.

Ning Ke suddenly felt the smile coldly familiarity, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Liu Jian started to lift the chopsticks in his hand and took off half of the mask towards Ning Ke.
Chapter completed!