The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the warm sun is at the top.

Although it is still spring, the square of the main hall is wide and flat, there is no shade of trees on the Jinshi Yudao, and the official uniforms are heavy, and it is inevitable to sweat a few more steps.

Yang Wentuo met several fellow officials on the trail leading to the main hall.

"Your Majesty has been seriously ill for a long time, and he has not been in court for a long time. After he recovered from his illness, he can take charge of the government. Why did you change the time for going to court?" An official wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and the words were as subtle as mosquitoes. With deep resentment.

Another also echoed: "Going to court at Maoshi has existed since the previous dynasty. It is a rule passed down for thousands of years. Even if it is to be changed, it should not be changed so late."

"That's right, the court starts at noon, and it's almost dark when the court is over. What do you want everyone to do? Don't sleep, and walk around with lanterns in the middle of the night?"

The officials whispered, deeply dissatisfied with the emperor's whim.

A court official who knew the matter said: "It is said that it is because the new national teacher has to clean up in the morning. He will be free in the afternoon."

"He cultivates his immortal, what does it matter to us to go to court?"

"Could it be possible," everyone was surprised, "This national teacher is going to interfere in the government?!"

Although many fairy masters and lords lived in the palace, they practiced alchemy and Taoism, asked the emperor for money, or tricked the emperor to build towers and temples, and never interfered in the government.

Hearing this news, everyone was even more dissatisfied.

"Can these descended gods understand the way of governing the country? I don't know what will happen to this court in the future!"

Yang Wentuo walked aside, listening silently without saying a word.

Entering the Golden Luan Hall, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty lined up in sequence.

After the time for the decree, the emperor came late.

After he entered the hall, he was not in a hurry to take a seat, but personally ordered the servants to put another large soft chair beside the dragon chair.

His attitude is so humble and obedient that he doesn't look like a king.

After the soft chair was set, the new national teacher entered the hall arrogantly, leaned back on the soft chair, and raised his jaw contemptuously: "Let's get started."

He was in a fairy-like manner, but leaned on the armrest of the soft chair as if limp and boneless.

The glamorous eyebrows and eyes are wanton, not like a fairy, but like a demon that has charmed the emperor of the world.

The ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and when they heard the servants announce that "if there is something to do, there is nothing to do, and there is nothing to leave the court", someone came out first and asked why the time of going to court was suddenly changed.

The emperor explained the reason to all the officials: the national teacher had to clean up in the morning.

The official asked: "National teachers also want to participate in government affairs?"

The emperor also looked at the national teacher in a daze.The national teacher only told him to change the time, and he also came to listen to the government.

"I don't care about human affairs." Chi Si smiled indifferently and arrogantly: "I just came to see. How you were in the past, will be how you will be in the future."

A big stone fell to the hearts of the officials.

Fortunately, this national teacher, like other immortal masters and emperors, is bound by the rules of heaven and cannot interfere too much in human affairs.

The emperor has not been in power for a long time, and several dignitaries temporarily take over the government.

Several parties are vying for power, everything is arguing and it is difficult to decide, and many major issues are pending.

Even if the emperor came to the situation, the situation did not improve. He was not a good emperor who was thrifty and tried his best to rule for the people, but a dishonest emperor.

He is superstitious about ghosts and gods and seeks longevity, and he doesn't care about the life and death of the people.

The courtiers discussed for a long time, but it was still those few dignitaries with power in the government and the opposition doing their own thing, arguing endlessly for their own interests.

The day before yesterday, in the suburbs of Beijing, a large temple was invited to worship a road of gods, which also involved a series of projects such as new construction of official roads, widening of old roads, diversion of roads, and demolition of private houses.

After the officials of the Ministry of Industry finalized the blueprints, they had to discuss who would be responsible for supervising the construction.

This is a fat difference.

Construction of roads and bridges cost a lot of money, and they can embezzle a lot of money from the treasury.

The demons and monsters have their own ideas, and they all want to have their own party members to supervise this task.

After a few days of quarreling, the third prince Yang Nianyuan and the fourth prince Yang Wentuo were left.

The two factions are at odds with each other, and they have not yet settled down to this day.

The emperor happened to be here today, and the courtiers unanimously decided to let him decide.

The national teacher who said that he didn't care about human affairs suddenly straightened up, and smiled at Yang Wentuo with a fairy-like face and evil face: "King Linyuan wants to take this job?"

The chattering courtiers fell silent for a moment, not knowing what he meant by interrupting suddenly.

Yang Wentuo raised his eyes, and looked at him without saying a word, his eyes, which were as clear as glazed glass, were clear and quiet, no emotion could be seen.

A silent wind blows into the nine halls, and the smoke floats up and down. The golden brick floor reflects the dazzling skylight, like a fairy palace.

Chi Si looked at Yang Wentuo for a few breaths, with a monster-like smile on the corner of his mouth, his handsome eyes were full of malicious and presumptuous ridicule: "Then leave this matter to Yang Nianyuan."

All civil and military officials were startled, and turned to look at the Ninth Five-Year Lord on the throne.

The emperor listened to their nonsense for most of the day, and was already tired of it.Hearing what the national teacher said, he immediately opened his mouth.

This happy event that fell from the sky, even Yang Nianyuan himself did not expect it.

He really planned to curry favor with the Shangxian, and he followed behind him in a flattering manner. He originally wanted to obtain the elixir of life.

Didn't expect to see results after flattering and flattering for a day?

What's more, he didn't expect that the other party could also speak for him in human affairs.

He was overjoyed, and hastily bowed his knees to thank him.

He no longer paid attention to the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

Most of the officials in the palace are human beings who have infiltrated the officialdom for many years. From the humble and submissive attitude of the emperor when the national teacher first entered the palace, it can be seen that the status of this true immortal is transcendent, surpassing the emperor of the world.

Just now he said that regardless of human affairs, the court can still go on as usual.

But it wasn't long before he got involved in government affairs.

Everyone knew well that the court might change soon.

The officials of Yang Nianyuan's faction saw the subtlety of it. Although they don't know the detailed reason, if the national teacher is on their side, then maybe it will not be a rivalry between several factions in the future, but their family's dominance of the real power. .

A group of officials hurriedly followed Xie En.

There were also some people who were good at observing words and expressions, and they also saw the signs of the wind. In a short time, nearly half of the officials in the hall followed the wind.

The emperor of the world was subtly left aside, sitting on the dragon chair empty.

Yang Wentuo stood aside, his expression unchanged, his five fingers hidden in the large sleeves of his toga clenched into fists.