I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 125

Wang Fu's head fell to the ground, and the warriors carrying the chariot were so frightened that they hurriedly put down the chariot.

I don't know if it's because a person with a big head has a thin head. Li Tiangang took two breaths in a daze when he saw blood trickling from the green bricks and stones.

After recovering, looking at the glaring blood on the ground, Li Tian quickly ordered two people:

"You, and you, don't be stunned, and send Director Wang to the Imperial Hospital."

Watching the back of the two chariot-carrying eunuchs carrying Wang Fuyuan away, Li Tian pursed his lips slightly and frowned.

Seeing blood early in the morning, could it be true that the queen has confirmed that this year is a bad year?
"Your Majesty, you still have to go to the imperial study, it doesn't matter if there are two less people."

Seeing Li Tian standing still, a bold eunuch next to him carefully asked.

Li Tian had so many chaotic thoughts in his mind at this time, he lowered his head and waved his hands impatiently:
"No need, I'm going."

Walking on the spotless royal road with his hands behind his back and frowning tightly, Li Tian gradually fell into deep thought.

As a person of later generations, he is very open to the superstition of ghosts and gods.

Although it is not possible to take off your pants and yell at the sky that I have grassed your grandma, but I also understand that there is a reason for the gods to hold their heads up and down.

But the series of things that happened in the past two days made Li Tian have to think about that. After all, there is such a fucking thing as time travel, what else is impossible.

Could it be that there were really some mysterious and mysterious things in ancient times?

While thinking about it and walking, Li Tian arrived at the Imperial Study Room unknowingly. Seeing Zheng He waiting outside the Imperial Study Room, his thoughts moved slightly, and he immediately shouted:

"Uncle Bao."

Zheng He turned around when he heard the sound, and was a little surprised to see that the emperor did not ride the dragon chariot. He quickly walked up to Li Tian:
"Why didn't Your Majesty take the dragon chariot?"

"Wang Fu's head fell on the way when he came here, and I'm a little upset right now."

Facing Zheng He, Li Tian did not put on airs of the emperor, and spoke in a very calm tone.

Wang Fu fainted?

Zheng He was a little surprised when he heard this.He had met Wang Fu, and he was only in his early 40s. In terms of seniority in the palace, he was two generations younger than him, so he was in his prime.

Knowing that the emperor must have dealt with it, Zheng He didn't ask any further questions, and instead said:

"May I ask your Majesty why you are upset?"

One old and one young, one master and one servant walked like this, Li Tian pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said:

"Uncle Bao, do you think there are ghosts and gods in this world?"

Zheng He didn't expect that the emperor was disturbed by ghosts and gods, and thought that the recent events made the emperor feel uneasy, so he immediately said in a deep voice:
"If Your Majesty asks if there is any karmic retribution in the cycle of heaven, our family thinks that there is. If Your Majesty asks whether there are gods, ghosts and ghosts, or the law of longevity, our family thinks there is no such thing."

"What about the fate of the evil star, the fleeting time is unfavorable?"

"I don't know who His Majesty is asking the question for?"

Eager to hear the answer, Li Tian admitted without thinking too much.

"Of course it's for me."

After hearing this, Zheng He stared at Li Tian calmly for a few seconds, then laughed loudly and said:
"Your Majesty is really joking. Your Majesty is Ziwei Emperor Star, the leader of the stars. Which evil star dares to violate the power of Emperor Star."

After Zheng He said something, Li Tian paused for a moment, then shook his head and laughed dumbfoundedly.

I was so dazed that I actually asked an ancient man if there were ghosts and gods in ancient times.

Since ancient times, in order to maintain mystery and authority, emperors of all dynasties have insisted that they are the real dragon emperor.

How could the ancient people not believe it? If they really didn't believe it, wouldn't everyone be able to be an emperor.

"Why is Your Majesty laughing, but what is wrong with our family?"

"No, no, I'm just laughing that Wang Fu can fall down while walking, it's too funny."

Zheng He was relieved when he heard this, he didn't care about ghosts and gods, as long as His Majesty was not dazed.

"Let's go, it's getting late, I should go to court early."

"Your Majesty said yes."

Chatting and inquiring about Zheng He's idea of ​​Kaihai Sanwei, the two arrived at Fengtian Temple in a short while.

Naturally, Li Tian didn't need to go in from the main hall. He turned a corner and entered the main hall from the side hall. After arranging his clothes and sitting on the dragon chair, he ordered Jiang Bao to start singing.

The so-called "Sing Dynasty" means that the eunuch in front of the imperial court let out a howl to inform the eunuchs outside the palace that the emperor has taken his place.

He only heard Jiang Baozhong shout angrily to open the morning, and then there were three crisp cracks of whips slapping the ground outside the hall.

This is to tell the courtiers that it's time to go to court, so they all open their confused eyes and don't fall asleep.

The door of the palace opened wide, and all the civil and military officials who had been waiting outside for a long time rushed in.

After the two rows of civil servants and the two rows of military officers stood still, they knelt down and bowed in unison:
"Long Live Your Majesty, Long Live Long Live Long Live."

In the Ming Dynasty, there was no ceremony of kneeling and worshiping. You only need to kneel wronged in the early court, and you can stand and discuss matters all the time afterwards.

According to the regulations, all officials above the fifth rank in Beijing can participate in the early court, but in fact, the court has tacitly agreed that, except for important ministries and government offices, those who have nothing to do are not used at all.

It's like the supervisor of Shanglinyuan, a five-rank important member of the Eight Classics.

But Shanglin Yuanjian is actually raising livestock and growing vegetables for the emperor. Except for the annual court meeting, which must be attended once a year, he does not go to court at all on weekdays.

The court meeting once every three days, this frequency is acceptable to Li Tian, ​​and immediately waved with a smile:

"You love yourselves."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After all the civil and military officials stood up again, the morning court officially began.

Apart from the fact that the morning courts of sealing officials and beheadings are interesting, the daily morning courts are actually very boring.

For important matters concerning the country, the courtiers usually communicate with the emperor in private first.

After all, it was the emperor who made the final decision. If a bomb was suddenly thrown, it could only be said that his head wanted to move.

What was really discussed in the early court was actually something that the six cabinet ministries had decided on long ago.

Of course, the early court is still a bit worth seeing.

For example, there are endless auspicious signs in various places, and the hearty impeachment of the Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Your Majesty, the Huaiqing Mansion came to play. A farmer found a divine bird in the heaven and earth, which could speak human words, and said that the emperor of the dynasty is a bright king who will last forever."

Every three days, he had to listen to the ministers' reports of auspiciousness in different ways. Li Tian was already immune.

"30 taels of silver for the Huaiqing mansion, and [-] taels of silver for that farmer."

The officials reported a few more auspicious signs, guessing that the emperor was in a good mood, so they all shut up to make room for those who really wanted to perform.

The officials were still immersed in auspicious happiness, and Zhou Mingli, the supervisor of Qin Tianjian, jumped out with a shout.

"Your Majesty, I have something very important to report."

What Zhou Mingli said was horrifying, and all civil and military officials looked sideways when they heard the sound, but when they fixed their eyes and saw that it was Qin Tianjian, they all drooped their eyelids again.

Qin Tianjian, a yamen in charge of astronomy and calendar, can have any major events, nothing more than some auspicious astrology.

(End of this chapter)