Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Then they all laughed out loud.

All the previous anger seemed to have been relieved and faded away.

After the three of them quieted down again, Fu Youwen casually complained, "Although our current emperor is somewhat unorthodox and willful in his actions, he somehow has such good luck. His position in Fengtian Hall is protected by Lan Yu and his group of reckless men, and outside of the court, such a good thing happened this year."

Zhan Hui also found this a bit unbelievable. He curled his lips and said, "It's true. There have been so many messes, but the Ming Dynasty is not in chaos. Instead, it seems to be becoming more and more stable. It's weird."

Indeed, from their perspective.

This situation is like a programmer writing a bunch of messy code. At first glance, it looks like there are bugs everywhere, but when he tests it, hey, the program runs!

At this point, Fu Youwen and Zhan Hui suddenly felt more optimistic. Who cares how the program runs? As long as it runs, isn't that enough?

However, Liu Sanwu is much more straightforward.

Instead, he snorted coldly with a dark face: "Humph! This is the good fortune of the people of the Central Plains. What does it have to do with him? It's pure luck. Do you think he can be lucky once, can he be lucky a second time, or a third time?"

"Don't be so short-sighted and optimistic... Think about how many ridiculous things he has done! If the Ming Dynasty continues to let him do this, not to mention one great philanthropist, even ten great philanthropists wouldn't be enough for him to create!"

Even though there was such exciting good news, Liu Sanwu still felt very angry when he mentioned Zhu Yunhuan, and his gray beard was blown up again.

The ideas of preaching, annotating and teaching are the clearest and most organized.

Separate these two things very clearly.

Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen raised their eyebrows noncommittally, looked at each other and exchanged glances, and the happiness on their faces disappeared by half.

They didn't say anything about Liu Sanwu's words, but they understood.

They were silent for a moment.

In the end, Zhan Hui could only advise, "Well! We're finding joy in misery. At least something good is happening. As for the one in the Palace of Heavenly Purity... we've been trapped in his net, and there's no way to break it now. Mr. Liu, please don't be impulsive."

Liu Sanwu snorted again and waved his hand, saying, "I understand, and I won't do anything rash."

Ma Sanbao, who was walking outside in the busy city, did not notice Liu Sanwu, Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen. After missing their carriage, he went straight to the place where those unethical marketing accounts were.

These people were assigned in advance.

When the court releases the latest issue of the newspaper, they must immediately cooperate with the propaganda, exaggerate the matter, and use the bond of the nine clans to shut their mouths - this kind of thing will be discovered by the Jinyiwei as soon as they investigate.

……

Three days later.

Forbidden City, Meridian Gate.

In winter, the sky gets dark early and gets light late. Even at this time when court is in session, the area around the Meridian Gate is still pitch black. A half-moon hangs in the inky sky, dotted with stars.

Civil and military officials, dressed in clothes of various colors and inlaid with patches of different ranks, stood in groups of three or five in front of the Meridian Gate, shivering with cold - the weather was cold, and this was the coldest time of the day.

Fortunately, there are many lanterns outside the Meridian Gate.

The yellow light seemed to dispel the slight chill.

Among all the officials, the one standing in the front is naturally the most powerful nobles of Huaixi. This group of people are not afraid of the cold. They are all veterans of marching and fighting, and have encountered weather and environments that are ten times worse than this.

However, although no one in the court dared to disobey or disrespect them, their expressions at the moment were not very good.

Just because.

It's time to go to court soon.

Of course, they were free and easy on weekdays, enjoying the psychological happiness brought by the whitewashing of newspapers. Every now and then they would eat hot pot or visit a brothel to enjoy the physical pleasure. Their lives were so comfortable.

The only painful moment was when he was standing in the Fengtian Hall - those censors always liked to find things to quarrel about. Since they had taken advantage of their eldest nephew's grandson, they couldn't just ignore this matter, right?

The key point is that this eldest nephew is really good at causing trouble. He can make a big mess for them at any time, and then they have to wait for them to clean up the mess.

After more than two months, almost three months, I can’t stand it anymore.

At this moment, everyone is waiting to enter the Fengtian Hall, and of course their mood is not good.

And standing on the other side not far away from them.

It was a group of censors headed by the Right Censor-in-Chief Yuan Tai, most of whom were officials from the Censorate and various secretaries - professional trolls, who argued for the affirmative side one, two, three, and four times.

They are old acquaintances who have been arguing with each other. One group stands on the far left, and the other stands on the far right. They are the kind of people who are annoyed by the sight of each other.

At this time, a group of censors were gathered together and whispering. Their voices were very low and no one knew what they were saying, but Lan Yu and his gang all knew that they were definitely up to no good!

Besides.

Standing in the middle were the six ministers of ministries, Liu Sanwu and others.

Liu Sanwu put his hands in his sleeves, lowered his head and dozed off half-heartedly - what he did was unbearable to watch, and no one would listen to him and he even found a bunch of people to argue for him. Helpless, Liu Sanwu could only choose to be an ostrich and let things go his way.

Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen rushed over from two directions.

They probably all thought to themselves, "Another unbearable mess of morning court," so they could only look at each other and exchange indescribable glances.

Then they all sighed.

He shook his head, put his hands into his sleeves, and joined Liu Sanwu.

And at the same time.

Standing next to the two of them, Ren Hengtai, the Minister of Rites, who was also one of the six ministers, had a unique mood during the morning court every day. It was not because of anything else, but because he knew that the late emperor was still alive as he was in charge of the funeral!

He was just wondering: What was His Majesty trying to achieve by running away with his bucket?