Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"Since His Majesty is willing to summon us now, no matter what His Majesty's reason is, we at least have the opportunity to speak! Even if it still makes His Majesty unhappy and unhappy, there are many things we must say together!"

"You have to say it even if you have to risk it! You can't do this to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Exactly!"

"..."

The scenes unfolding in the Imperial Garden were truly unbearable for the courtiers who had experienced hard times in the early days of the dynasty. They were truly enraged, and immediately joined the Six Departments’ Imperial Censors in a common hatred of the enemy.

At present, we are taking two steps at a time.

He walked past Ma Sanbao and headed towards Zhu Yunhuan angrily.

"Your humble servants, please come and see Your Majesty."

Everyone did not forget the etiquette, but they were angry at the moment, and even when they greeted each other, there was a lot of undisguised tension.

Seeing everyone's aggressive look.

Zhu Yunhuan was certainly not surprised. After all, in this era when cloth was more expensive than gold and silver, anyone who saw this scene would feel painful.

So Zhu Yunhuan was not angry.

He just sat on his small stool and slowly took out a sweet potato with a burnt surface from the stove with tongs. He said lightly: "My dear ministers, you have walked all the way from the Qianqing Palace. You must have consumed a lot. Eat something?"

The sweet potatoes are ripe now.

However, this thing is too beyond the ordinary people's inherent cognition.

If Zhu Yunhuan explained everything directly to them at this time, they probably would not believe it, and might even suspect that he was up to something again, which would make it difficult to explain.

It would be better to let them eat it themselves.

Dig it yourself.

Calculate it yourself.

I'm afraid they will only believe it if the naked facts are right in front of them.

The many court officials who were ready to speak sweetly, now looked at the things in Zhu Yunhuan's hands and heard Zhu Yunhuan's nonchalant invitation...

Suddenly there was a silence.

They exchanged hesitant glances with each other.

For a moment, no one dared to say anything.

Without him.

It’s a pitch-black lump, a big lump of something unknown to me… Let them eat it… Who the hell would dare to do that?

After a moment, they seemed to have thought of something at the same time, and fear appeared in their eyes and expressions:

"It's over! Your Majesty is going to kill me!"

"I told you coming to this Imperial Garden wouldn't be good! It's poisonous! This thing is definitely poisonous! Ever since His Majesty ascended the throne, who among us hasn't advised him, opposed him? Now, His Majesty must have lost all patience and is ready to kill!?"

"Poisoning many court officials in the imperial garden..."

"It may seem absurd, but what His Majesty Kaiqian has done is nothing short of absurd. Others wouldn't do such things, but when he does, it seems incredibly normal. He's dead this time!"

"..."

Everyone pursed their lips tightly, their faces turning pale, their hearts sinking to the bottom of the abyss...

The person who was mainly responsible for this was Zhu Yunhuan.

His reputation was a little too "good", which made everyone believe this ridiculous speculation even more.

"What's wrong? Why don't you say a word, my dear ministers? Didn't you want to see me before? Just now, it seemed that you all had a lot to say to me?" Zhu Yunheng said awkwardly, holding the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

After saying that, he raised the tongs holding the sweet potato and shook them.

He invited again: "This is a good thing! Who of you wants to try it first?"

The courtier at the front stared intently at the black lump in Zhu Yunhuan's hand, swallowed hard, and spoke incoherently: "Isn't it... Your Majesty... this... is... a good... thing?"

Zhu Yunhuan nodded as a matter of course, explaining and persuading: "Of course, this thing is delicious!" He really didn't think that this group of people would think that the king of a country would eat in broad daylight.