Chapter 697 (1/2)

In the latter half of the night, there was not much snow, just like pear blossom in spring, which was blown by the wind and sprinkled with white flowers, full of innocence, but under the pure white, it was countless people who stayed up all night.

In particular, Zizhu and LiuYe alleys, which are very close to shanwenbai courtyard, are the residence of the court officials. Naturally, they are guarded by extraordinary accomplishments. Therefore, we can feel that under the great array, they are almost completely imprisoned and stop the flowing vitality and emptiness of heaven and earth.

In this case, the guards opened the door to explore the news, but just after opening the door, they were holding the Japanese army's Scarlet armor, which was like a scabbard knife, carrying unparalleled evil spirit to stab the enemy's hot chest.

In the 90 years since the founding of the Xia Dynasty, the upper Fourth Army has always been the most solid sea fixing needle in the whole Xia Dynasty. On the contrary, once it goes out in person, it will almost certainly be a great shock to the whole country. Therefore, without saying a word, these guards closed the door of the house, turned to the main house where the owner was, and without hesitation raised his hand and knocked on the door.

In the latter half of the night, until the first ray of morning pierced the darkness, the court officials sat in their study rooms and waited. However, the outside world was extremely calm, without any sound, explosion, or war fluctuation. However, it was this silence that made the deepest sense of oppression.

At last, the old housekeeper knocked on the door of the study and said, ”master, by the time of the upper court, the carriage has already been prepared.”

”What's the difference out there?”

The Minister of the Ministry of punishment returned to God and looked at the old housekeeper to ask in a low voice, and then the latter bowed down again and said:

”back to the master, everything is as usual outside, nothing different.”

Fang Qian nodded, put down the book in his hand, got up and walked outside the study, took a deep breath, and directly pushed the door out.

About half a quarter of an hour later, at the entrance of Zizhu and LiuYe alleys, the long-standing carriages began to line up and move forward slowly. When they reached the official's office of the Ministry of rites, almost every broad carriage would stop for a few minutes. Then the officials inside lifted the curtain and looked at the dazzling red seal on the door, and his face changed slightly.

”Lao you he, ah!”

Some people who are familiar with you Tingjian, the Minister of rites, can't help but sigh.

The light from the East is getting brighter and brighter. Then, at the gate of Huangji hall, the old eunuch who looks like a sculpture opens his mouth and utters a high drink that pierces the sky:

”on the tenth day of the first month of the ninetieth year of the great summer calendar, all officials are invited to come into the hall and set up classes.”

The unique voice of the old eunuch was very discernible, and it was clearly around everyone's ears. After that, the civil and military officials who had already formed a formation in the square of his highness Huangji, carefully adjusted the imperial uniform and solemnly raised his feet to the ninety-nine white jade stairs.

In the majestic Hall of Huangji, where the phoenix of the nine heavens and the four winged blackbirds are flying and flying, all officials kneel down to the young emperor above, and the uniform sound of greeting is heard in the hall:

”the courtiers welcome the emperor. Long live your majesty, long live the empress dowager, and the great Xia's national war. I hope your Majesty's sorrow can be relieved.”

The official who can go to the early court to face the saints is at least the head of the first division of the fourth grade. Therefore, they are very old and have deep feelings for the old empress dowager. Therefore, they are surrounded by the sound of the palace, full of grief, and they have lost an elder who is always caring and caring.

On the throne of Huangji hall, Zhao Yu, wearing the crown of emperor Tongtian and wearing plain white mourning clothes, looks down at all the officials on the ground, his lips are slightly open, and the emperor's voice is rolling down: