The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 932 Zombie Chaos 1
On the sixth day of March in the 24th year of Tai'an, in the Nuan Pavilion of Qian'an Palace.

On the imperial case, there are endless playbooks, and there are obviously more today than before.

This is because, as the emperor, Zhao Yongcheng is not in a good working condition today, just because his favorite son left today.

He and Concubine Duan's two sons, the fourth child died inexplicably, and now the ninth child is forced to stay away, even further away than the usual vassal king.

Thinking of the situation of being pressed by ministers step by step after ascending the throne for more than 20 years, Zhao Yongcheng became more angry and aggrieved the more he thought about it.

With a "snap", Zhao Yongcheng threw away the memorial, and then threw the things on the imperial case to the ground.

Playbook, pen and ink, book, teacup...a ​​piece was scattered.

The emperor was suddenly furious, causing all the maids and eunuchs serving in the palace to kneel upright on the ground, knocking their heads on the cold floor.

The chief manager, Chen Changhe, just came back from the outside, and seeing kneeling inside and outside the main hall, he quickly asked someone to ask about the situation.

After serving the emperor for so many years, Chen Changhe naturally knew why the emperor was furious at this time.

Others could kneel down and pretend to be dead, but he, Chen Changhe, had the emperor's life on his side, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the palace.

After a few breaths, Chen Changhe appeared at the door of Nuan Pavilion.

"Slaves kowtow to the emperor!"

Raising his head slightly, Zhao Yongcheng's face was gloomy, and he said in silence for a while, "You're back!"

"Reporting to the emperor, the servants were ordered to send off the prince, and now the prince has left the city!"

Then, the hall fell into silence again, making everyone on duty feel extremely depressed.

Fortunately, Chen Changhe is no ordinary slave.

He got up slowly, approached the imperial case with his waist hooked, and then carefully packed up the things on the ground.

"You idiots, hurry up and help!"

Only Chen Changhe had the guts to take the risk when the emperor was furious.

Several young eunuchs entered carefully, and then began to pack their things.

"Your majesty, the slaves have already told the prince what you asked to explain!"

"What did he say?"

"This..." Chen Changhe didn't know how to answer for a while.

"The prince has repeatedly warned that the emperor must remember that there is a catastrophe from heaven!"

"anything else?"

"Well...that's what the prince said!"

With a long sigh, Zhao Yanxun supported his forehead and said: This bastard, he left happily, happily! "

While tidying up, Chen Changhe said, "My lord...I don't want the emperor to worry!"

"Yes, he is a good boy!" Zhao Yongcheng nodded.

Fearing that it would be difficult for him as a father to disobey his biological mother and give up the prince he wanted, Zhao Yanxun is of course his good son.

Soon after the room was tidied up, Zhao Yongcheng glanced at the bored notebook, and picked up his pen again in desperation.

"Have you seen all the ligers that were disposed of with your own eyes?"

"Report to the emperor, this servant has personally seen it!"

"What's the situation?"

Thinking back, Chen Changhe said solemnly: "Your Majesty, although lions and tigers are fierce, slaves and maidservants have seen them on weekdays, but this group of beast taming supervisors... are different from what they have seen in the past!"

"He is not afraid of death, bloodthirsty and ferocious, and is extremely difficult to deal with. Even if the imperial army is fully prepared, it almost made a mistake!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Yongcheng frowned and thought deeply, and then asked: "You were there that day, tell me... Is what Xun'er said that day true or false?"

"Such things are unheard of, it is really..."

"So, you think it's fake?"

"It's a lie, but those ligers and tigers in the animal trainer are really solid evidence..."

Both pros and cons have been said by Chen Changhe, which means that this guy has no clear opinion.

Thinking again about the conversation that day, Zhao Yongcheng said after a long time: "A vision fell from the sky the day before yesterday. Xun'er said it was a meteorite falling, and meteorites can mutate humans and animals..."

"So, these meteorites are a scourge and must be disposed of properly!"

On the side, Chen Changhe listened quietly.

"Decree to the cabinet immediately and ask them to draft an edict. Meteorites carry a great epidemic. If meteorites appear in various places, they must send special personnel to bury them!"

"The person responsible for burying the meteorite may be infected with a major epidemic, so the local government must keep a close eye on it!"

After giving these instructions, Zhao Yongcheng was about to continue writing, but found that Chen Changhe didn't move at all.

"You have something to say?"

Chen Changhe said extremely cautiously: "Your Majesty, you said in a hurry that meteorites would cause a major epidemic, and the cabinet... I'm afraid there will be doubts!"

Zhao Yongcheng couldn't help being stunned, this point was indeed ignored by him.

"Go and deliver the decree first, if they have any questions, let them come to see me!"

"According to the order!"

This "abnormal" decree can easily cause doubts, and it is only thought that the emperor has acted recklessly.

When the emperor's decree was passed to the cabinet, the three cabinet ministers were really surprised, and then they rushed to Qian'an Palace together.

Faced with the questioning of the three cabinet ministers, Zhao Yongcheng spoke out what he had prepared.

Persuasion by words alone was useless, so Zhao Yongcheng led the three cabinet ministers to the Beast Taming Prison to have a closer look, and met the imperial army responsible for killing ligers and tigers.

It took more than half a day before the three cabinet ministers really believed that the "big epidemic" mentioned by the emperor might be true.

"It's...unbelievable!"

Chief Assistant Wang Tinghe had a serious expression, as did the other two cabinet ministers.

If the catastrophe is real, according to the speed at which this thing spreads, it can be called a catastrophe, and it is unknown how many people will die.

They think this way, but they still don't understand what the zombie virus means. They just think it is a simple plague, and a lot of people have to die.

Zhao Yongcheng said: "Therefore, an edict must be promulgated to the whole country, so that the yamen at all levels can take precautions as soon as possible!!"

In this regard, the three cabinet ministers all nodded.

The imperial edict is easy to write, but the ruler and ministers all know that it is not so difficult for the lower levels of the yamen to strictly implement it.

In response to this pandemic, issuing the imperial edict is only the first step, and it is the simplest step.

Based on this point, the four monarchs and ministers discussed again, and the discussion did not end until dark, and they came up with a complete set of arguments.

Then the next day came, and with the announcement of the content of the decree, there were heated discussions inside and outside the government and the opposition.

Most people only think that the emperor is messing around, and the three cabinet members are "accomplices".

So the officials played one after another, euphemistically admonishing the emperor not to "do nonsense".

Fortunately, the three cabinet ministers knew the truth, and they were able to appease the officials' discussions, which saved Zhao Yongcheng a lot of trouble.

Again presenting facts and evidence, the three cabinet ministers finally convinced the officials that the so-called pandemic was real.

Five days after the edict was issued, all the officials in Beijing were persuaded, and the whole country's "epidemic" prevention was considered a big step.

Driven by interests, Beijing officials from all over the world will write letters to their hometowns, asking the local gentry and dignitaries to urge the government.

But the next question is whether the gentry who received the letter will believe the content, and it will take a lot of time.

And right now, it has been more than ten days since the meteorite fell.

(End of this chapter)