Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 899 Powerful Ministers
"painting?"

Du Guangyu frowned: "You'd better calm down during this period. It wouldn't be a joke if that guy Zhao Kang catches something..."

He paused before he finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the picture scroll his son had just opened.

It was a very strange picture.

There were countless figures in the Jinluan Palace. A big hand hung above everyone's head, and countless silk threads hung from this big hand.

Everyone in the Jinluan Palace was tied up, including the most conspicuous yellow robe on the dragon throne!
Du Guangyu immediately stood up, rushed over, and slapped his son on the face.

He slapped Du Xuan twice and fell to the ground. He covered his red and swollen face and looked at his father in confusion.

"Who gave you these words!" Du Guangyu yelled angrily.

Du Xuan said confusedly: "It's just a friend. I thought the painting was pretty good, so I accepted it."

"You don't know how to live or die! You don't want to die!"

Du Guangyu kicked him over again and picked up the scroll on the ground. This painting was really too scary and showed the current situation of Qian Country without reservation.

Under that big hand, everyone, including the emperor, was just a puppet on the strings of that hand, and who was the owner of that hand?

Nature speaks for itself.

What if Butcher Zhao saw this painting?

What would your Majesty think if he saw it?
Even though His Majesty is always calling his uncle affectionately in the main hall, in Du Guangyu's view, isn't this a kind of precaution and reminder?

After all, Zhao Kang is so powerful now that even ministers like them feel strange in private.

Why hasn’t Zhao Kang usurped the throne yet?
If it were me, the world would have changed its surname long ago. Family ties are nothing in front of the throne!
"Go back to the house, you can't leave the house without my permission from now on!"

Looking at Du Xuan who didn't dare to get up, Du Guangyu cursed again, and when Du Xuan was about to leave, he said again: "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong, dad?" Du Xuan asked cautiously.

Du Guangyu asked: "What's the name of your friend?"

Du Xuan said hurriedly: "I have only met him twice. He is a friend of His Highness the Crown Prince."

There was only one prince in Daqian, so Du Guangyu naturally knew who he was.

Asking Du Xuan not to be an eyesore, Du Guangyu looked at the scroll and his heart began to beat.

Is it possible to make some use of this painting?

Thinking of this, Du Guangyu quickly rolled up the scroll and rushed out the door to the palace.

Zhao Wangfu.

Zhao Kang, who had just beheaded ten thousand people, did not feel any guilt at all and went shopping with his four wives.

Zhao Fugui stayed in the small courtyard and slowly read the book in his hand. The steward of the palace came outside the small courtyard.

"Your Highness, your guests have arrived."

Zhao Fugui raised his head and put down the book in his hand: "Invite him in."

An old man with a strong body walked into the courtyard with a smile: "Your Highness."

Zhao Fugui looked at the other party and said calmly: "Siniang calls you Uncle Ming, so I have to call you Grandpa Ming."

Uncle Ming, who once took charge of Fengyun Tower for Cao Bailu, said quickly: "Don't dare."

"You're welcome." Zhao Fugui stood up and moved a chair to pour a cup of tea for the other party.

Uncle Ming was a little flattered and asked hurriedly: "Your Highness, do you have anything to tell me when you invite me here?" "There is something that I need to trouble Grandpa Ming."

Zhao Fugui said: "I need you to help me find a few people, and then..."

Listening to what Zhao Fugui said, Uncle Ming's eyes widened and he finally couldn't help but interrupt: "No, Your Highness, why are you doing this!"

Zhao Fugui smiled lightly: "Before his death, the late emperor put the yoke of Qian Guo on my father. How could a son make his father so tired? There is no reason in the world that it must be done by anyone. Without my father, Qian Guo would still be Qian Guo.”

"But does the prince know what you are going to do?" Uncle Ming sighed, obviously understanding what the other party meant.

Zhao Fugui said calmly: "He really wants to do this, but some people want him to be locked up in that court, so he can only meet other people's expectations."

Uncle Ming was a little embarrassed, and after a while he nodded: "I understand."

"Please forgive me, Grandpa Ming."

Uncle Ming paused for a moment: "Your Highness, I'm afraid they don't have the courage. After all, no one dares to touch the power of the prince."

Zhao Fugui laughed and said: "Many of these Huang and Purple ministers in the court are no longer the old people they used to be. They have a lot of resentment towards my father. If there is a slight tendency of his downfall, they will not hesitate to add insult to injury."

"OK then."

After seeing Uncle Ming off, Zhao Fugui looked up at the sky. Ever since he knew that Zhao Kang would not grow old, he wanted to find out if there was someone or something controlling everything.

The only thing that can be used to explain it seems to be God.

If there really is a God, why did he let his father go through this?
The golden autumn season.

There was a bit of chill in the bleak autumn wind, which seemed to indicate what was about to happen.

A strange scene appeared in the capital. A large group of white-clothed scholars knelt down and kowtowed every ten steps.

Until they arrived in front of the Imperial Palace, someone recognized the leader.

He is now a famous scholar in Qian Kingdom, Zhou Tianfeng.

He led the scholars behind him to kneel down in front of the palace, attracting countless people in the imperial capital to follow and watch.

After hearing about this, the emperor immediately sent someone to investigate.

The current Minister of Rites looked at Zhou Tianfeng who was kneeling at the front and frowned: "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"

Zhou Tianfeng knelt straight: "I want to save you today!"

The Minister of Rites was confused, what was this old guy talking about?How about saving Dagan?
Rely on mouth to save?
"Mr. Zhou, if you get up first and have something to say, what are you doing gathering so many people?"

Zhou Tianfeng said loudly: "I came to the imperial capital of the capital from ten steps and one kneel at a time, just to sue one person."

"Who is it?" The Minister of Rites understood that this old man wanted to sue the emperor.

Zhou Tianfeng said again: "This man has no respect for his superiors. He ignores the legal principles and kills countless officials indiscriminately because of his own merits. He is actually the most powerful official in my cadre and a disaster."

The Minister of Rites suddenly broke into a cold sweat and blurted out: "Zhou Tianfeng, you don't want to die!"

Who is this talking about if not Zhao Kang?

This old guy is so crazy that he wants to sue the butcher!

Zhou Tianfeng laughed and pointed with his hand, and said to the people around him: "Look, everyone, take a good look. I am the Minister of the Ministry of Etiquette. I am a high official of the second rank and the pillar of the country! I didn't even hear Zhao Kang." I was so scared that I almost peed my pants!"

"Can such a person stand above the court? Or is it that Zhao Kang's power has already surpassed that of the emperor? In this world, is the surname Xiao or the surname Zhao?"

"Since you ministers don't dare to speak, then I will come here from Zhou Tian! Even though I am just a scholar with no power, I will still do my best to kill this powerful minister on behalf of Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)