Chapter 33 Your will is unpredictable

The State of Xia, 30 years of Zhengzong, on the 15th day of the first month.

When the fish belly is white in the east, the main road in Linyun City is full of people. The last such large-scale gathering was two years ago, when the third prince Xia Kang led hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers to go on an expedition. All the people in Linyun stood by the street to see off Xia Kang in golden helmets and armor, and firmly believed that Xia would definitely win. However, this gathering of the people was not to see anyone off, but to witness the long-awaited bloody scene.

Six four-wheeled prison vehicles slowly drove on the main road, each of which contained five or six prisoners. Those prisoners, without exception, had held important positions in the court of Cang, including powerful ministers or nobles who controlled the lifeline of Cang. It's just that the former illustriousness has already become a thing of the past, and now they are just prisoners who are about to appear in a different place.

The soldiers in charge of guarding are all energetic, and their faces are full of unspeakable pride. In contrast to them are the prisoners in the prison car who have long been ashes.

Imperial Palace, Qinglong Hall.

Emperor Xia sat majestically on the bilical dragon chair inlaid with white jade. After the worship of the officials holding the court, his eyes turned to the young man in ink brocade cotton-padded clothes and thick mink coat who had never knelt down from beginning to end.

Jiang Mozhu's eyes drooped, and a light smile appeared on his pale face.

Liu Xi, standing next to the dragon chair, glanced at Emperor Xia quietly, and then carefully unfolded the imperial edict that he had been holding with his hands before, and said in a shrill voice, "Feng Tian Cheng Yun, the emperor said. From now on, Jiang Mozhu will be a scholar of Taige University and will be a second-grade official. I admire this."

As soon as Liu Xi finished reading the imperial edict, the Wenwu of the Manchu Dynasty began to discuss it, but no one came out against it. Because Emperor Xia's title was the fallen Cang's subordinates, they could not infer the real intention of Emperor Xia at all, so they chose the safest way to be silent.

"What's your opinion on this?"

Although Emperor Xia asked this, the Wenwu of the Man Dynasty was still silent, and no one came out to answer Emperor Xia's question. The silent air solidified the whole hall. As time went by, the silence, the heart of Man Chao Wenwu also began to feel uneasy. It was not until Jiang Mozhu's voice sounded that he broke this uncomfortable state of stalemate.

"Your Majesty, the people are stupid and stupid. I'm afraid they are not qualified for the position of university scholar. I hope the emperor can take back the imperial edict."

"Jiang Aiqing's words are heavy. I have long heard that you are invincible on the battlefield. Why do you have to be humble?"

Jiang Mozhu smiled bitterly and said, "Return to the emperor, now that the grass people are terminally ill and will not die soon. I just hope that I can calm down and live the rest of my life, and I hope the emperor will complete it."

"That's just right. You can stay in the palace and take good care of your illness. My famous doctor in Xia will definitely cure your illness. That's it. Today, some assassins will be executed at the North Gate execution site. If you have nothing to do, please accompany me. Jiang Aiqing, you also go together.

"Your Majesty..."

Before Jiang Mozhu continued to speak, Liu Xi, who stood next to Emperor Xia, interrupted him: "Lord Jiang, the emperor cherishes talent, don't live up to the emperor's beauty."

At that time, historians believed that the reason why Emperor Xia named Jiang Mozhu, the posthumous minister of the Cang Kingdom, as a university scholar was to quell the bloody act of killing 97 important court ministers and nobles of Cang State after this. However, what people don't know is that Emperor Xia doesn't care how the world historian commented on him. The reason why he did that was just a secret deal with someone.

Qinghe Hall.

Ling Yue looked coldly at the delicate makeup in the Luan mirror. Of course, such makeup was not from Xing'er, but from the Gui Shang Palace, who had served three imperial concubines and two imperial concubines. Now she has already become the supreme palace, which means that in addition to the empress dowager, the queen and the imperial concubines in the court In addition, all women should respect her three points.

"Will this makeup be too gorgeous?" Although Gui Shanggong's makeup for Ling Yue is considered to be first-class, after all, Ling Yue in her previous life was a working woman who often went to the upper class, and she also used a series of extremely luxury brands such as Lancome, Estee Lauder, Dior, etc. So when Gui Shanggong painted the smashed red flowers on her face, Ling Yue felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a mouse alive.

"Princess, this makeup maidservant was painted for you according to the emperor's instructions. Princess, it's getting late. Please change your clothes. I'm waiting outside.

The fiery red gauze long skirt is embroidered with large pieces of light gold flowers, and the black vermilion wide belt is tightly wrapped around the waist, showing a long figure. The long red gauze skirt is covered with a light fur with a three-leaf clover pattern. Along with the clothes, there is the bun that took half an hour to finish, which is inserted with a very tedious hollowed-out half-spray golden hairpin. However, all this is extremely awkward in Ling Yue's eyes.

"Princess, you are so beautiful." Yun'er, who entered the room with breakfast in her hand, put the tray on the table and said with a smile.

"Yun'er, how to speak?" Xing'er beside her scolded in a low voice, and Yun'er immediately lowered her head in fear.

Xing'er is 19 years old and has been in the palace for six years. Six years ago, she has been accustomed to the law of survival in the palace, learned to observe words and colors, and examine the situation. Yun'er is only 15 years old and has been in the palace for less than a year. She has not been as clear as Xing'er about some things.

Everyone knows that Emperor Xia will execute the ministers and nobles of Cang Kingdom today. Ling Yue, as the last royal bloodline of Cang Kingdom, was asked to dress up and watch the tragic death of her courtiers who had been loyal to her. Although on the surface, it is an excuse to punish the remnants of the Cang Kingdom that assassinate Ling Yue, Xing'er, who is used to the conspiracy and tricks in the palace, knows that it is just a play directed and performed by Emperor Xia.

"Princess, Yun'er is still young, please don't blame her." Xing'er knew that Ling Yue must feel uncomfortable, because although Ling Yue was not very close to them, at least she would not face each other coldly, but since she entered the house, Ling Yue's face was as cold as snow.

"It's okay. You go down first." Xing'er and Yun Erning didn't know that the reason why Ling Yue looked bad was not because Emperor Xia was about to kill her courtiers, but because she really couldn't stand the makeup painted by Gui Shanggong for her. When Xing'er and Yun'er left, Ling Yue looked sideways at Gui Shanggong, "Please don't put such a strange thing on my face next time."

"The ladies and princesses in the palace are all mud made with slaves, and no one has ever been surprised."

"Well, I'm asking too much." Ling Yue sighed long and thought to himself: I think this flower mud is strange. Maybe I will probably feel strange when I put Guerlain's magic meteor powder in front of them.

"Princess, it's time for you to go up."

Ling Yue has never taken a cloth chariot. In her imagination, it should be similar to a carriage. But when she sat on the cloth carried by six people, she couldn't help complaining. The shaky feeling made her feel that she would vomit dark or even shock because of carsickness before reaching the execution ground.