imperial psychologist

Chapter 339 Is the Night Comet
Shen Jichuan's silence made Zheng Mi's scalp tingle, "Old General, we are old acquaintances, this kind of joke is not allowed!"

"Do I seem to be joking?" Shen Jichuan looked at the file on the desktop, "The emperor has ordered that all refugees are prohibited from entering and leaving Pingjing City in the past few days."

Zheng Mi shook his hands, "The emperor issued an order to prohibit the entry and exit of refugees...does this mean?"

Shen Jichuan didn't answer.

Zheng Mi leaned on the chair, and sat down slowly, his voice was slightly cold, with a bit of disbelief and disappointment, "If you want to make trouble like now, at most three or fifty people will be enough... Thousands of people in the middle of the capital will be enough." People, have to be buried with them? Well... they are all the people of my Great Zhou..."

Zheng Mi scolded in his heart, but did not continue.

This really looks like something I would do today!
Thinking of this, Zheng Mi stood up abruptly.

"Where is Mr. Zheng going?"

"Go to the guard camp to borrow troops, and continue to intensify the patrol!" Zheng Mi straightened the official hat on his forehead, "Aren't you unable to sleep, I think you should not sleep at all. When I come back in a while, let's try again the tragedy in the south of the city I don't believe that I can't pry their mouths open."

"Okay." Shen Jichuan looked at Zheng Mi, "It's up to Mr. Zheng whether we can save these people's lives."

Zheng Mi sneered, "Don't give me such a high hat. If I really committed the crime of encircling and suppressing the people under my control... I will not be able to escape, and neither will you Shen Jichuan. !"

After finishing speaking, he glanced solemnly in the direction of the palace, and then walked away quickly in the night.

A thousand refugees and 35 people in Gyeonggi, which is more important.

Zheng Mi knew that if he tried to argue against the superior, the superior in the palace or the emperor Jianxi himself would leave this question behind.

Zheng Mi couldn't help snorting—this kind of question is nothing more than a trick to dispel guilt.

If one day the person who asked this question stood among a thousand refugees, the answer would be different again.

But the palace walls are deep and unfathomable. How can these people who have always been hiding in the deepest part of the wall let themselves fall to such a step.

In the night, Zheng Mi, who was immersed in grief and anger, walked forward, suddenly, he heard the entourage behind him screaming in fear.

Zheng Mi came back to his senses and followed the sound - behind him, all the attendants stopped, people looked up at the night sky, and pointed their trembling fingers to a corner of the sky.

Following the direction of the finger, Zheng Mi also raised his head.

I saw a blazing comet with a dark red star tail appearing in the night like an abyss.

The dim moon in the distant sky was covered by this crimson starlight.

Zheng Mi's limbs couldn't help but began to tremble slightly.

A comet hits the moon.

But... at this time?

……

In front of the high gate of Xuanxiu Hall, Huang Chongde lowered his head and took a thin shirt from Qiu Shi's hand, stepped forward lightly, and put it on Emperor Jianxi's shoulders.

After a gust of wind, the thin shirt was blown off again, and floated to the ground two or three steps away with the wind.

Emperor Jianxi looked at the night sky and the moon swept by the light of the comet without moving, turning a deaf ear to everything behind him.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest." Huang Chongde said softly, "Tomorrow morning, there will be cabinet discussions."

"...do you see that star?"

"My servant saw it." Huang Chongde said in a low voice, and he bowed respectfully, "My servant heard that several adults from the Qin Tianjian had gathered overnight, and I believe the emperor will give an answer tomorrow."

Emperor Jianxi slowly withdrew his gaze, and at this moment Huang Chongde put on the thin shirt again, and Emperor Jianxi grabbed the sides of the shirt with both hands, and gently closed it.

"...I don't want to sleep." He said with lowered eyes, and after a long time, he said again, "I'm going to the Palace of Compassion."

Huang Chongde was a little surprised, but he didn't refute, turned around and gave orders.

In the middle of the night, the dragon chariot carried Emperor Jianxi, who was in a broad robe and sleeves, through the secluded palace road, and everyone's palms were sweating.

Except for Emperor Jianxi himself, no one dared to look up.

People looked down at their own toes, fearing that if they made any mistakes at this juncture, they would bring disaster upon themselves.

On the palace road leading to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, no one has cleaned the fallen leaves of changing seasons, and the footsteps of the palace people stepped on it, making a rustling sound.

Emperor Jianxi's eyes were deep, and he suddenly felt that everything here seemed so lonely and desolate.

When there were still one or two alleys away from the palace gate, Emperor Jianxi ordered to stop.

With Huang Chongde's support, he stepped on the ground again, and then walked towards the direction of the Compassionate Peace Palace.

Not far away, the night watchmen had already recognized the person coming - they had just received the news not long ago that the emperor was coming in the direction of the Compassionate Ning Palace.

So everyone tensed their hearts and waited.

In the middle of the night, the Compassion Palace was completely silent. When Emperor Jianxi stepped into the crimson painted gate, no one on both sides shouted "The emperor is here".

There are only footsteps overlapping footsteps, and clothes hem to hem.

The servants of the Palace of Compassion and Ning were waiting on both sides of the road with lanterns in their hands. Everyone was wearing a silver half-helmets, and the corners of their mouths were straight and expressionless.

The maid in charge is already waiting in the courtyard.

"Is the Queen Mother awake?" Emperor Jianxi asked softly.

The maid nodded.

Emperor Jianxi took a deep breath and looked at the lighted window not far away, "Did he not sleep, or he was just woken up."

The maid clutched her hands in a daze, not knowing how to respond for a while.

Huang Chongde said, "If you haven't slept yet, you should shake your head; if you are woken up, you should nod your head."

The maid nodded again.

"Is the Queen Mother okay these days?" Emperor Jianxi asked again.

The maid nodded for the third time.

Emperor Jianxi's face was gloomy, "I'm asking you, what do you mean by nodding all the time?"

The maid immediately knelt down, kept kowtowing to Emperor Jianxi, and whispered like a beast.

Huang Chongde did not speak this time - all the furnishings and rules here... were set down by Emperor Jianxi himself. It is impossible for him not to remember that he himself ordered the tongues of all the palace servants to be cut off, and then gave them all the tongues. The iron mask, so that no one knows who is here.

But the emperor was still angry.

How could he not be angry.

This method is so effective that after isolating everyone, it is now also isolating him.

At this moment, the door of the Compassionate Ning Palace slowly opened.

Still two palace men wearing iron masks came out. They carefully held the frame of the door, lifted the door slightly with force, and walked out a quarter of a circle soundlessly.

Emperor Jianxi looked away from the maid. He lifted his clothes and went up the stairs, with only Huang Chongde closely following behind him.

In the simple and tidy Compassion Palace, the Empress Dowager who was awakened in the middle of the night sat inexplicably on the tea seat in the main hall. She didn't know what happened, but she didn't seem to care.

Now that she was sitting in front of the teahouse, she ordered someone to boil the water, picked up the teacup herself, and took a nap holding the cup after a while.

Until a gust of night wind blows from outside.

The Queen Mother raised her head and saw a tall figure appearing by the door.

"Mother." Emperor Jianxi called out in a low voice, "I... come to see you tonight."

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