Deep ice

In the fifth year of Yuanjing, it snowed for the first time in the capital.

Chunbao, the supervisor of Zhidian, put his hands in his cotton sleeves, his eyebrows were covered with a layer of finely divided ice crystals, and the white air he drank was like smoke waves following the wind, dispersing into the extremely cold air.

The plum tree above the head, facing the wind and blowing through the snow, is deep and shallow, and the eyes are full of melancholy red.

"Chunbao! Hurry up and die with that unlucky bucket of yours. If you arrive late, the emperor will chop off your head."

Chun Bao was startled, turned around, and saw the old eunuch with a pale face, gnashing his teeth and staring at him, "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Hurry up and wipe the floor in front of the Fushou Palace," the old eunuch's eyes were red, "While the blood has not yet If it freezes, it will be cleaned up faster."

Chunbao hastily responded.

Spit in the palms of his hands that were red from the cold, gathered up all his strength, took the big torrent of cold water, followed the old eunuch, and walked towards the Fushou Palace with one foot deep and one shallow foot.

Flying snow fluttered lightly, covering the old eunuch's shoulders in a short while.

Chun Bao left in a hurry, the cold water splashed out and wet the old padded robe with navy blue embroidery, and it didn't take long before it froze by itself.

It looks more and more like wearing old clothes for the dead.

The sky is gloomy.

The two of them saw the majestic palace standing in the wind and snow from a long distance, and they looked like gravestones in a trance.

Chun Bao opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the figure shaking at the entrance of Fushou Hall, his hands and feet were cold, he was panting heavily, and did not move.

A few guards with knives in front of the imperial court dragged the person down the steps from the entrance of the palace. The bright red streak on the ground, reflecting the pale snow, was as terrifying as heart-eating.

"Quick, Chunbao!" The old eunuch shouted dryly, and trotted over.

Chun Bao had never seen this kind of battle before, and he felt a deep sense of fear in his heart. He walked two steps, and when the bucket became unsteady, most of it was spilled.

The old eunuch's face was so ferocious that he almost wanted to eat himself alive.

Chun Bao was dazzled by the wind and snow, and ran forward confusedly, thinking about the beautiful red plums he had seen before, now after thinking about it, he also felt ominous.

The two servants rushed to the steps of the Fushou Hall, from top to bottom, scrubbed the stinky blood bit by bit, and occasionally, a little bit of meat could be squeezed out from between the cloth heads, it was white and turned into mud.

Chun Bao knelt on the ground, his stomach was churning, he bit his lips so bloody, he dared not spit it out.

It's not that I have never been punished by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but the current punishment is not the same thing at all.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, it was terrifying.

The two of them knelt on the ground and wiped it for a while, then they heard a hoarse voice above their heads,

"You two, whoever went to the hall first, a minister vomited on the ground, please clean up quickly."

Chun Bao raised his eyes slowly, and stared up at the imperial guard who was talking to him. He looked like a dead fish rolling its eyes.

Seeing this, the old eunuch on the side kicked Chun Bao, "Hurry up and go in."

Chun Bao was stunned for a moment, then took a new cloth that was almost unused, got up from the ground, shrunk his neck, and followed the imperial guards into the Hall of Fushou.

It is said that the Fushou Palace is the most magnificent palace in the entire deep palace, where the emperor usually discusses government affairs.

And it's not the first time Chunbao has come here, when Xiao Lezi and the others were cleaning the Fushou Palace, Chunbao felt that this place was extremely luxurious.

But right now there was someone standing, but he was so inexplicably sullen that he couldn't breathe.

The few ministers in the palace were fat and their faces were tense, like wax figures, lifeless.

The imperial guards who brought Chun Bao in were also cautious, not daring to vent their breath, leading them to the place, and ran away as quickly as if they were fleeing.

All that was left was a large puddle of disgusting soup and a trembling Chunbao.

Enduring bursts of sour gas, Chun Bao used a cloth as a cover, collected the filth in one place, and wrapped them up in piles.

And because I was in a hurry when I came in just now, I forgot to bring a dustpan, so I could only put these things in the hem of my cotton robe, thinking about taking them out together later.

After tidying up, he was about to leave, but the voice in the hall was deserted.

Like a blade, tearing apart the dead silence.

"Xilian--"

A seductive thin voice promised, "Your Majesty, the servant is here."

Chun Bao didn't dare to move, he cowered in place like a dog, and he didn't know if he didn't clean up well, which annoyed the emperor, maybe he was going to kill him.

While secretly worrying about this, Chun Bao suddenly had another thought in his mind.

Since I entered the palace, I have visited countless palaces, but I have never seen the face of the emperor. This time, it is a great opportunity. If I can see the emperor, I will die without regret.

Chun Bao raised his head very unaccustomed to it, and flinched to look over his head.

Yuan Juan, beside the golden lacquered seat in Kowloon, stood Xi Lian, the chief eunuch, with a stooped figure and fox-like triangular eyes, which made people feel scared.

The one who hides behind him and stands aloof is today's son.

Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a white face and no beard, he is handsome and beautiful, but his black eyes are as cold as a cave, full of hostility.

Chun Bao raised his head and stared at the emperor intently.

This is the first time he has seen such a bewitching beauty, just like the red plum tree just now, the beauty is ominous, but it makes one's heart palpitate.

Fortunately, Emperor Yuan Jing and Xi Lian didn't notice the little eunuch in this corner, and Chun Bao unconsciously avoided a catastrophe.

"Go and bring those memorials up to me." Emperor Yuan Jing's lips were pale and his face was gloomy.

Xi Lian on one side bowed to accept the order, took a few steps back very carefully, turned around and went down the steps, and went back to search for the memorial.

Only then did Chun Bao realize that the emperor told Xi Gonggong to have nothing to do with him, so he sat on his back heels as if he lost his strength, drooping his head, and never dared to lift it up again.

The cold voice from the other side of the dragon chair sounded again, "There are not enough people, and there are many fewer."

The ministers were trembling, but still no one dared to speak.

This time, He Yan, the general who protects the country, conspired against the party, and the emperor thoroughly checked the number of any party in the court.

The ministers in charge of the thorough investigation handed over 50 people, but the emperor thought it was not enough, so he dragged out the ministers in charge of the investigation and beat them into meat paste, as a warning to others, and vowed to investigate the remaining party members.

But this matter is easier said than done, and the foundation of the He Party for 20 years is He Yan's people inside and outside the court. If you insist on talking about relatives, no one can get away with it.

Even if the emperor wants to interrogate, that's useless. You can't count yourself in while suppressing the remnants of the party.

The emperor didn't know something, and it was naturally powerless to investigate which party.

"Wang Aiqing, I will leave this matter to you from now on..."

The minister who called the emperor's name hurriedly stepped out of the line, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, trembling all over, "Your Majesty... forgive me for being stupid... but I am unable to take on this important task..."

Emperor Yuan Jing glanced coldly, "As the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, you appoint officials of all sizes in the court, but I see that the list you handed in is carefully cultivated by you one by one. Ai Qing is too presumptuous. I really have to love you."

"The emperor... the minister... the minister was confused for a while..."

Emperor Yuan Jing looked away expressionlessly, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in his phoenix eyes, "Come on, drag it out and fight."

When the minister heard this, he fell limply on the ground like a dead person, but he couldn't even struggle. He was dragged out of the hall by two guards with knives, and after a while, he howled like a pig being killed.

Resounding through the sky, trembling Jinluan.

Chun Bao knelt on the ground, his hands and feet were stiff, as if he had found his way, and he couldn't even move. The piles of filth in the cotton robe had already flowed out of the cloth, and turned into a paste from the cold.

After staying there for a long time, Chun Bao smelled the strong smell of blood in the air again.

It is estimated that the old eunuch outside will be exhausted to death by now.

The few remaining ministers in the hall had long since turned pale and their blood had faded.

Emperor Yuan Jing had a handsome face, cold as ice, "Give me a beat until he confesses his accomplices."

The implication is that the emperor has a mirror in his heart, and the minister of the Ministry of officials is also one of the party.

Xi Lian, who had just gone out to pick up the memorials, had already returned, carrying two big bags in his hands, and spread them out in front of the hall, full of memorials.

When the package was opened, the few remaining old fried dough sticks were enlightened immediately.

Right now, but really can't get along.

Emperor Yuan Jing said coldly: "These are all the excerpts that praised He Yan in the past. I will write them down one by one. After doing the math, it is true that these 50 people should not be the only ones."

The shouts outside the hall gradually weakened, only the sound of wooden planks slapping the flesh, thumping, and occasional splashing.

A minister knelt on the ground with a plop, and his voice was shrill: "Your Majesty is wise, this old minister is willing to serve his crimes and perform meritorious service, and thoroughly investigate the remaining parties!"

When the rest of the people saw it, they knelt down one after another, weeping, expressing their loyalty to the emperor and vowing to break with He Yan's thief.

Emperor Yuan Jing didn't say a word, just looked down at the memorials spread out on the dragon table.

All of them were presented by the cabinet on the spot, and had not been covered with red by the supervisor of ceremonies.

Fifty people's names, written in Xiaozhuan, black and white, the first one is He Yan's name.

Emperor Yuan Jing took the vermilion pens on one side, and circled names one by one, but left the first one.

"What kind of thorny face is exiled to the army, sent to a place of bitter cold..." Emperor Yuan Jing murmured.

On the pale and almost transparent skin, a dark air lingered on the forehead, "The people who are still alive on this list will be delayed immediately!"

"If it's dead, dig it out and poke the corpse!"

"Confiscate all the houses and punish the three clans!"

Chun Bao knelt on one side, holding a pile of sour and smelly things, his face was blue, his lower body was warm, and the padded robe was soaked with fishy urine, but he couldn't help it.

All the ministers were already dripping with sweat, and the two were fighting.

It is said that many people on the zhezi are not guilty of death. Although they are closer to He Yan, they are all courtiers who have served the emperor for many years. This is nostalgia.

I don't know how to deal with the culprit, He Yan.

A group of people really couldn't think of a more horrific punishment than Ling Chi.

Emperor Yuan Jing put down his pen, stared at the first two words, and suddenly laughed softly.

Even Xilian at the side knelt down.

"emperor…"

Emperor Yuan Jing laughed even harder, and for no reason, he was covered in a layer of moisture.

It was cloudy in front of my eyes, and I raised my hand to wipe it away, but it was not the lifeless Golden Palace.

It was the broken palace before he ascended the throne.

Half of the city is plain, and the ground is covered by red plums.

The young man's naked body was strong and slender. He Yan put on his pants, stared at the person under him, raised his lips and raised his eyebrows.

"Look at what? Got fucked?"

Emperor Yuan Jing suppressed the smile on his lips and hid the tears in his eyes.

The evil spirit between the eyebrows and eyes actually became violent.

"He Yan, give Jiujiu and punish the nine clans."