Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Zhao Huai sat high in the Golden Luan Hall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were as cold as swords, and all the ministers below were trembling, but no one dared to come forward to intercede.

Those of several fellow party members who interceded did not end well. At first, some people wanted to hit the post and imitate the sages in order to remonstrate with death.

Just as he was blindly bumping into the pillar, Zhao Huai waved his hand, let's go!No one is allowed to stop.

At that time, the admonisher was stupefied, his tears and nose were half down, it seemed that he didn't understand what Zhao Huai was talking about.

"Master Li wants to imitate the sages? Go on!" Zhao Huai smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, they were all murderous, like a predator who is ready to die at any time, waiting for an opportunity to strike someone fatally.

The minister didn't have much affection for the Minister of the Household Department. One was the death of the rabbit and the fox was sad, and the other was that he wanted to test the new emperor's bottom line.

At this time Master Li couldn't lose face, and no one around him stopped him. He stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, bumped into the pillar, and passed out.

Zhao Huai walked down the hall, all the officials were silent, Zhao Huai looked down at Master Li who had passed out, and chuckled, "Master Li scratched his skin, call the imperial physician to come and have a look."

After the imperial doctor came, he had two needles. The injury on his forehead was not serious. If it wasn't for the pain, Mr. Li might still lie down.

Mr. Li is just an old-fashioned insignificant, apart from crying, making trouble and hanging himself, he is even more noisy than the first emperor's concubine, and there is no big fault.

Zhao Huai paced back and forth in front of the hall, no one knew why the young emperor didn't show face, and why did he have a different face from before he ascended the throne?Everyone is like a choked chicken, but Zhao Huai doesn't intend to let them go, so let's start the story.

"Is there anyone who can't tell you that the paint on the pillars is not red enough this year?"

"Come here, bring up the things copied from the Shangshu Mansion!"

A large wooden box was carried up by Jin Yiwei, which contained evidence of forming a party for private interests, and each account book was proof that King Ning's faction used the national treasury as a private treasury.

Zhao Huai's eyes darkened, and his voice echoed in the hall, beating everyone's heart, "A minister of the household department, the back garden of his house is more gorgeous than the palace, and the gold, silver and jewelry copied out have not been calculated yet."

At this moment, someone started to shake their legs, Zhao Huai stared at them like a hawk, and continued: "There are still letters proving that more than ten people in the court have formed a clique for personal gain, are corrupt, and have no regard for human life!"

For a moment, there was a lot of begging for mercy in the Golden Luan Hall, as if they were crying without seeing the coffin, they were all crying that they were wronged, and Jin Yiwei gagged them and dragged them out.

On the first day after Zhao Huai came to the throne, he washed the court with blood, and everyone in the court was in danger. Rong Shu didn't know it at this time, and was happily watching the tenants work in the field.

Duan Rongshu walked on the ridge of the field, his skin whiter than snow, his face cold, but now he was smiling, like an exiled immortal who fell into the world, tainted by fireworks.In the next second, Duan Rongshu fell on the ground...

Rong Yi was watching his nephew playing happily, but when he accidentally fell on his stomach, Rong Yi hurriedly lifted him up, "Rong Shu, why don't you go play somewhere else, how many times have you fallen?" gone?"

Duan Rongshu didn't know why he fell so easily even after changing his body, maybe he still didn't have the ability to move.

"Uncle, I'm fine, have you written to my grandfather and uncle?"

Rong Yi held Duan Rongshu by the collar, and said as he walked, "I wrote the letter this morning, and I used carrier pigeons."

Now Duan Rongshu walked steadily in the field, no longer afraid of falling, and unconsciously thought of a sentence in his mind: The second uncle cured my bolingue internal friction.