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

"Hiss... Today, everyone..."

"Their eyes are blazing with anger. They must have already known about Fu Youde's departure from Beijing. This must be quite a shock."

Although Zhu Yunhuan showed no expression on his face, he was secretly thinking and complaining in his heart.

He had actually expected this situation.

After all, the struggle between civil and military officials has been like this since ancient times. Now they have received a signal that "military generals will have absolute power in the future". Who can tolerate this?

However, Zhu Yunhuan did not expect that Fu Youde would set off so early.

He received the news just before going to court.

"This group of people... today they clearly want to stir up a bloody storm in my Fengtian Palace." Zhu Yunhuan looked at everyone quietly, responding to all changes with the same attitude.

After a pause, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An idea immediately came to my mind.

Of course, this group of people in front of him, regardless of whether he changed or not, would definitely not let him have peace. Seeing that Ma Sanbao hadn't spoken yet, someone stepped out directly: "Your Majesty, I have a memorial to make!"

A fire suddenly ignited in the eyes of all the civil officials in the queue.

His eyes moved around, and he looked like he was sharing a common hatred for the enemy.

And the generals lined up in formation.

There were also people who narrowed their eyes, raised their feet, and wanted to step out of the line.

But at this moment, Zhu Yunhuan's usually gentle voice came from the front of everyone, from top to bottom, with frivolity and indifference, echoing in the Fengtian Hall: "Hey! What's going on, ministers? Why do you all have bags under your eyes and dark circles?"

When Zhu Yunhuan said this, the civil officials and military generals had different expressions.

The Huaixi nobles all had uneasy expressions on their faces, mixed with a hint of guilt and embarrassment...

And on the civil officials' side.

The anger on their faces intensified. "What else could those dark circles be for? Isn't it all about that awful matter of Duke Ying's going or staying? You made such a foolish decision, yet you act like nothing's wrong, asking others what's wrong."

Thinking of this, the first person to step out of the queue was no longer polite: "Speaking of which, it is related to what I want to say!"

After saying that, the man took a long breath and prepared himself for a protracted war.

But not a single word came out of his mouth.

Zhu Yunhuan retorted, "You all work for the Ming court and are meritorious officials. It seems as if... I am an emperor who has no sympathy for my officials and no mercy for my subordinates..."

Things were not yet out in the open, so Zhu Yunhuan pretended to know nothing and simply changed the subject, talking about the most insignificant things.

After saying this, he paused thoughtfully.

He feigned distress, frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "No, no, this won't do. You are all loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty. If I exhaust you, the court might even run into trouble in the future. You need to rest!"

"Never mind, forget it. I'll give you guys a day off today!"

Zhu Yunhuan was the emperor for quite some time.

Look at their posture.

They instantly predicted what they wanted to say and do next - to persuade, to appeal to their emotions and reason, to be angry, to make a desperate appeal, to bang their heads against the ground, to bang their heads against the wall, etc. - compared to what they thought was a so-called wrong policy, today's incident was much more serious.

That's the process.

So Boss Zhu waved his hand and gave his employees a day off. He was too lazy to listen to these people's chatter, and even more too lazy to watch the spit flying in the Fengtian Hall.

Of course, there is another more important purpose besides this.

What's the saying?

Warfare requires courage. At the first blow, one is full of energy; the second blow weakens, and the third blow is exhausted.

Many people must have just heard the news that Fu Youde left Beijing, and this is the time when they are most angry and impulsive.

Some people who would not normally make such an act of death-defying protest may actually make such an act in a flash when they are at the peak of their passion.