The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 281 What happened to the thunderstorm on a sunny day?
Ordinarily, women are not allowed to enter the Golden Luan Hall, but today's situation is urgent, and there is a commotion, several thunderbolts struck the hall one after another, the Empress Dowager was worried about Mo Lingtian's safety, so she had no choice but to bring people over to have a look.

Before she entered the main hall, she smelled a burnt smell, like barbecue, or something else, which made her eyes full of worry for a while.

Hearing the Queen Mother's voice, the courtiers retreated to the sides one after another. Jiang Chi half-kneeled beside Jiang Jincheng, looked up at the Queen Mother and said eagerly: "Mother Queen Mother, save the city quickly."

"What's wrong with Cheng'er? How did it become like this?"

When she saw her son in good shape, the queen mother's heart fell into her stomach, but Jiang Chi lifted her up again with a single word.

When Jiang Jincheng's scorched appearance struck by lightning came into view, the queen mother couldn't help but gasped.

Could it be that the three thunderclaps I heard before all struck my nephew?
Walking a few steps to Jiang Jincheng, the Empress Dowager's heart seemed to be caught by something, and there was a faint pain.

"Hurry up, get up quickly, the ground is so cold, how can you let him lie on the ground? The imperial doctor, where is the imperial doctor? This person is so seriously injured, why didn't anyone come over to take a look?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Yan Ruoli, with inquiries, doubts, and even awe.

After all, they had seen the shocking scene.

The imperial doctor trembled with fright when he heard the empress dowager's reprimand, and raised his eyes to look at the emperor in front of him, his eyes were filled with the light of asking for help.

Mo Lingtian turned his head and glanced at the anxious queen mother, with a look of impatience in his eyes, he picked up Yan Ruoli and said to the imperial doctor in front of him: "Let's show it to Mrs. Jiang first! Eunuch Wei Xuanli has been in the palace for a long time." Concubine Yan is sick."

"Old Li?" Someone exhaled in surprise, but immediately closed his mouth.

The Taifu took a step back to get out of the way, turned around and walked up to the prime minister and whispered a few words, the faces of the two people could not see any clues.

As for the rest of the courtiers, they bowed their heads and looked down, expressing that they would not make any remarks on the current situation.

Outside the Golden Temple.

Yan Weiqing stood with his hands behind his back, his indifferent eyes shining brightly, he kept staring at the majestic Jinluan Hall, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Tianhui, who was standing beside him, chattered non-stop: "What happened inside? It's been so long, why haven't you been allowed in? Didn't you say that your case will be heard today?"

The protagonist is not present, what kind of case is being tried, it is really strange.

The rumbling and deep voice made Mo Tianhui tremble in fright, and subconsciously moved two steps towards Yan Weiqing's side.

"What's going on? Is it going to thunder again? What's going on with thunder on a sunny day?"

Looking at the clear sky, Mo Tianhui's small face was like a palette with various emotions emerging one after another.

"The emperor gets up." Someone shouted hastily, and then several young eunuchs quickly came over carrying the jade sedan chair.

When passing by Mo Tianhui, the little girl couldn't hold back, and grabbed one of the little eunuchs and asked eagerly: "What's going on?"

Didn't you see that the princess stood here for a long time?

Why are everyone in such a hurry?

The little eunuch was full of anxiety, but he didn't dare to offend the person in front of him, so he hurriedly replied: "Oh, my princess, something serious happened in the palace, so don't make trouble for the servant here, and let the servant carry the jade palanquin over quickly." , if it is too late in the past, it will be a serious crime of beheading."

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)