285 Who will kill the deer? (48)

On the morning of November 13, two days had passed since the stormy night of the 11th. The imperial guards in Daliang City stepped up patrols, and the yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture also appeared on the streets in groups of three or three. The deaths of the prime minister and the Privy Council did not cause panic among the people. The security of Daliang City is good and the prosperity is still there.

But for many ministers, from the morning of the 12th to the morning of the 13th, this day was so long and so unbearable, especially those ministers who had close ties with Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin, who lived like years, and the torment in their hearts made people feel white hair out of thin air.

In a daze, the news of the court finally came. After hearing this news, the ministers with bloodshot eyes and physical and mental exhaustion came to relax. They stretched their heads and shook their heads, which was much better than waiting to die in the house.

In the morning of autumn, although it was better than in winter, Hou Dayong came to Guangzheng Hall early, and a crescent moon was still hanging in the air, which made the hall show its majestic outline. The rotating imperial guards were like carved statues, and they also maintained their upright military posture in the moonlight.

The hall was empty, a dim oil lamp shining in the corner, and several elderly eunuchs in the hall were huddled in the corner of the hall. They all spent a long life in the hall, crouched in the corner, and had completely integrated with the entire hall.

Hou Dayong had adapted to the light in the hall. Under the dim and flickering light of the oil lamp, the throne in the middle of the hall was either bright or dark. There was a flying dragon on the wide seat, which was lifelike even under the dim light, just like this thing really existed in the world.

Hou Dayong thought that a puppet would sit in this position, and he felt a lot of emotion: "Can you really become a god while sitting on this throne? The emperor is just an mortal body."

After walking around the hall, Hou Dayong retreated from the side door. When he came out, there were already many ministers waiting to attend court in front of the hall. In the past, there were always two familiar ministers standing together and chatting softly, but today all the ministers were wearing shady faces and all of them were serious.

Hou Dayong quietly came out of the side door and stood beside Dou Yi, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. Dou Yi and his brother Dou Yan were both well-educated Hanlin scholars. He and Fan Zhi had a lot of interactions with him. Although they were poems and lyrics in the literati, he was not very clear about what this meant, so he was a little lost. The person standing next to him was Xue Juzheng, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice. Xue Juzheng left and Hou Dayong arrived. He did not notice at all, and was still immersed in his mind's chaotic thoughts. After a while, he said to the person beside him: "Xue Lang, will the Hou come today?"

Hou Dayong whispered: "Here is here."

Dou Yi didn't react for a moment. He asked, "Where are you?" As soon as he said that, he saw Hou Dayong standing beside him. In amazement, "Ah, Hou Prime Minister". Dou Yi couldn't help but scream in horror, his feet softened, and he sat down on the ground.

Dou Yi's cry seemed to attract the eyes of the ministers. Hou Dayong was like a sneak attacker walking into the forest. The night birds that soared into the air were completely exposed. The ministers were like they were fixed on their holes, standing there looking at Hou Dayong, contempt, fear, worry, and eager. Fortunately, the sky was still dark, and Hou Dayong pretended not to know, and stood in front of the hall with many ministers waiting to go to court.

When he entered the hall, Hou Dayong, like all the ministers, stood by after giving a great ceremony. He stood in the front row of the line, raised his head naturally, and looked at the young Majesty sitting on the throne.

This young Majesty looks very similar to Chai Zongxun. Although he is slightly older than Chai Zongxun, he is not as strong as Chai Zongxun and has a smaller skeleton. Therefore, it is basically appropriate to wear Chai Zongxun’s small dragon robe.

In order to find a substitute for Chai Zongxun, Du Gang's subordinates almost traveled all over the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty based on the portrait. Of course, Du Gang had never seen Chai Zongxun, and he didn't know that the person in the painting was Chai Rong's eldest son Chai Zongxun. He was just ordered to find the person in the painting. Just a month ago, Du Gang's subordinates found this person outside Cangzhou City.

Under the dim lights of Guangzheng Hall, with Hou Dayong's familiarity with Chai Zongxun, other ministers were even more unlikely to see through this fake emperor. Moreover, Chai Zongxun did not take charge of the government, so he did not need to make any decisions in front of the hall. Hou Dayong was not worried that anyone could see through this scam.

Fan Zhi was dead, and Hou Dayong naturally replaced the position of Chief Auxiliary Minister. Under Hou Dayong's arrangement, after reporting some trivial matters to Wu Ruogu and others in the agency, Hou Dayong also stood out.

"Your Majesty, I have eliminated the rebels Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin according to the order, and found evidence of rebellion such as Dragon Boat in his home. This is a list. Please check it out with your Majesty and all the cabinet masters."

Fan Zhi was a prime minister for many years, and his disciples were all over the world. Many ministers in the court came from his subordinates. Zhao Kuangyin was a general of the imperial guards and served as Privy Councilor. He was generous and popular, and he had a good relationship with many ministers. If Hou Dayong wanted to catch them all in one go, why worry about not finding evidence or not giving birth to evidence. At least half of the ministers in the court had pale faces and dull eyes.

Hou Dayong's eyes swept past the ministers, and the ministers lowered their heads under his threat.

Under Hou Dayong's order, several eunuchs pushed a large brazier into Guangzheng Hall. The brazier was burning with charcoal, and the red flames brought some warmth to the hall. However, the ministers who were in panic still felt that the flames were as cold as the north wind in winter. The ministers who were closer to the brazier were sweating on their chests, hot sweat on their chests, and cold sweat on their backs.

Several eunuchs raised another pack of things and placed them beside the big brazier. They drooped their hands and stood beside the brazier with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes were pleasing to the brazier.

Hou Dayong was already facing the ministers at this time, and he said in a low voice: "The greatest wish of the late emperor is to wipe out all the small groups, restore the rivers and mountains of Han and Tang dynasties, and conquer Huainan three times, and capture more than 60 states north of the Yangtze River, and conquer the eighteen states of Youyun in the north. Who knew that the sky was not as good as the New Year, and he died before he could succeed, which often made the heroes cry."

Speaking of the last two sentences, Hou Dayong was already a little choked, but the civil and military officials in the palace didn't know why Hou Dayong, who was cruel and cruel, said these inexplicable words at this time. Some generals and the Ministry of War, officials from the Privy Council said in their hearts: "Does Hou Dayong want to fight? I don't know who to fight with this time?" Thinking of going to war, these officials felt more at ease.

"Now, the cause that the late emperor has not completed is led by His Majesty to complete. The Khitan, the Northern Han, the Western Shu, and the Southern Tang Dynasty will turn into powder under our iron hooves and make the enemy tremble on our long sword."

"To do all this, we must unite and eliminate all possible internal friction. I don't want us to show off rebels like Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin. If they appear, I will definitely use the thunder strike to eliminate them. Please remember my words."

Very few ministers heard such words in Guangzheng Hall, and temporarily suppressed the fear in their hearts and raised their ears to listen to Hou Dayong's speech.

Hou Dayong said a long time ago, walking around in front of the hall, as if calming down his calm mood.

The Prime Minister Wang Zhi looked at Hou Dayong coldly, and Hou Dayong walked around the hall. Just like he was talking on the stage, this obviously illegal behavior was particularly dazzling in Wang Zhi's eyes. He glanced at the high-ranking little emperor. Seeing that the little emperor was surprisingly quiet, he did not twist as usual. He sneered at Hou Dayong several times in his heart, and said in his heart: "Cao Cao is just like this."

Hou Dayong stopped, walked to the brazier and pointed to the bag of things. He said, "This bag of things is all letters found from Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin's mansion. I promise everyone that no one has seen these letters and they are directly put into sacks."

Hou Dayong waved to the eunuchs and said, "Twist these sacks into the fire."

The sack was inserted into the brazier and a raging fire suddenly burst into flames.

Most of the ministers were talented. When they saw Hou Dayong's behavior, they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts: Hou Dayong said this and burned the sack again. In fact, Hou Dayong made a statement without any blame. Sure enough, Hou Dayong said the most important thing: "From today, Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin have completely disappeared from the Daliang court. There is no need to mention the past, and no one will mention it. As it is not decided today, everything is busy. Everyone is dedicated to their duties and doing things well is loyal to Your Majesty."

After the morning court scattered, the imperial guards patrolled the streets quickly returned to their usual state. The Kaifeng government yamen runners also returned to their mansion, leaving only a few casual clothes in the city. The imperial guards in Daliang City did not change. Daliang City was still as safe as before November 11, and even more peaceful and peaceful than those days.

"This world is no big deal without anyone. Fan Zhi and Zhao Kuangyin are all heroes of a generation. If they die, they will die. Soon no one will remember them. It seems that their lives are not more valuable than ordinary sergeants." Hou Dayong returned to the mansion and sighed to Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was in a clear depression. Seeing that there was no one around, she leaned her head on Hou Dayong's shoulder and said, "It would be too cruel to ban Zong Xun and his sister in a circle."

Hou Dayong knew that Fu Ying's heart was full of contradictions and pain. He gently stroked her hair with his hand, patted her back along her hair, and said, "When everything is settled, I will let Zongxun and Fu Liumei leave the palace. Zongxun is a backbone child and has a high spirit. When he grows up, I will give him some fleets to let him go along the foreign land like Xu Fu. Whether he can create a world overseas depends on his ability and fortune."

Fu Ying looked at Hou Dayong in surprise: "Is this possible? Alang is not afraid of raising a tiger."

Hou Dayong suddenly thought of another world, looked a little lonely, and said, "Xiaoying, this world is so big that it is far beyond your imagination.

"In the northern grassland, there is a tribe that will surely rise. If we are not prepared, the Great Zhou Dynasty will moan under their knife."

"Are you a Khitan?"

"No, they are still in the north of the Khitans, and they are stronger than the Khitans. This is what the Richie tribe told me."

"In the extreme west, there are powerful countries, they are as long and cultured as we do, not barbarians."

"Is it a place where Gan Ying has been?"
Chapter completed!