In the Hall of Fragrance, there was a pavilion cleverly separated by screens, antique shelves, lamps, and gauze curtains. Inside the pavilion, Wu Zetian was talking to a parrot. Recently, the parrots in the palace had changed too frequently. Although this parrot could talk, it had not learned the few words that Wu Zetian liked to hear the most. It needed to be taught again.
Wu Zetian taught it a few times, and the little parrot suddenly learned a sentence. Although its pronunciation was strange and not very accurate, it already had a little taste. Wu Zetian couldn't help but feel happy. She smiled and said, "Haha, this little guy is very clever."
Several female servants beside her quickly smiled and nodded. These were the female servants whose status in the palace was second only to Wei Tuan Er. Usually, even if they were very close to Wei Tuan Er, it was not easy for them to serve in front of Wu Zetian, because they did not dare to. Now that Wei Tuan Er had collapsed, they all had the opportunity to replace Wei Tuan Er. Naturally, they all found some reasons to run in front of Wu Zetian to deepen the Emperor's impression.
Wu Zetian smiled and turned around. She saw a palace maid holding a "thousand wen" in her hand. She couldn't help but ask, "This little guy, is it still not willing to get along with the parrot?"
The little palace maid hurriedly squatted down and said, "Everyone, this cat is now very obedient. As long as Steward Wei is here, it will not dare to eat the parrot."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that Wei Tuan'er had just been punished. Her words seemed to be claiming credit for Wei Tuan'er. A few female officials at the side were already looking at her strangely. She couldn't help but turn pale with fright. Wu Zetian didn't care about this. She just shook her head and slowly said, "This is not good. It is because it is afraid, not because it doesn't want to eat..."
When Wu Zetian said this, she saw Shanghai Wan'er walking in quickly. She stopped and said, "You can leave, I want to talk to Wan'er!" As she said this, she stretched out her hand and took the "thousand wen" from the little palace maid. The female servants and the palace maids quietly left. Wu Zetian held the civet cat and slowly walked in the hall with Shanghai Wan'er.
Shanghai Wan'er reported, "There are a large number of house deeds, land deeds, and city books in Tuan Er's room, as well as gold, pearls, jade, and other things. Because the number is too large, it is difficult to count for a while. Wan'er has already sent people to make a book for everyone to check. In addition... the young supervisor of the Servants Administration hid a large number of valuables and tried to escape from the palace. was also caught. He has always been Tuan Er's favorite person. Everyone... Do you want to interrogate him? "
"There's no need, just execute him!"
The smile on Wu Zetian's face disappeared. She gently stroked the fur of the "thousand wen" in her arms and whispered, "I... already know who is playing tricks."
Shanghai Wan'er bowed her head and said, "Yes!"
Wu Zetian was silent for a moment and said faintly, "Wan'er, my left hand wants to cut off my right hand. What do you think I should do? Can I cut off my left hand as a punishment? "
Shanghai Wan'er didn't answer, and Wu Zetian didn't want her to answer. They were silent for a long time, and then Wu Zetian let out a long sigh, "Alas..."
Wu Zetian's sigh seemed to echo in the hall for a long time. Shanghai Wan'er gently raised her head and looked at the back of Wu Zetian who was slowly walking away. Her shoulders and back had always been very straight, and she always paid attention to maintaining the strict palace etiquette. But now her back was so bent that it couldn't be concealed.
"The civet cat and the parrot must be able to get along peacefully!"
When Wu Zetian walked to the entrance of the palace hall, she stood still and narrowed her eyes to look at the group of palaces illuminated by the blood-red setting sun. She said in an unquestionable tone, "Because that is what I want! What I want is omnipotent! "
...
The news from the palace was only learned by Yang Fan the next afternoon.
Yang Fan was not an expert in officialdom and politics, but during these days in the palace, he had always been in the most central place and could often see the emperor. Under the influence of what he saw and heard, although his experience was far from being comparable to that of the astute and astute ministers, he could still analyze the profound meaning behind such a matter that had already been resolved publicly.
Xiaoman snuggled in his arms and gently peeled off the sparkling lychee. She picked it up with two slender fingers and put it into his mouth. This was the sixth lychee she had fed him. When the lychee entered his mouth, Yang Fan had already thought things through.
He quickly sucked up the sweet juice of the lychee and said to Xiaoman, "I believe there will be results in the next two days. And those prime ministers who were wrongly imprisoned will also be released soon. "
"Ah?"
Xiaoman was a bit confused. She didn't know why Yang Fan, who had his eyes closed all this time as if he was enjoying her gentle service, would suddenly talk about something completely unrelated to the current situation.
She blinked her eyes and finally understood what Yang Fan was saying. She couldn't help but say in surprise, "It's not strange that the matter of Langjun will have a conclusion soon. But will it be so easy for those officials who have been labeled as traitors to be released from prison? "
Yang Fan laughed quietly. He embraced Xiaoman's soft body and said in a low voice, "Of course, there are so many officials, and most of them are first-rate ministers in the court. Since they have been arrested and thrown into prison, there must be an explanation before they can be released. Otherwise, it would seem too childish."
He gently rubbed the upper part of Xiaoman's firm buttocks and leisurely said, "But this staircase has never been a problem. As long as the emperor needs it, there will immediately be ministers who have figured out the emperor's will to build it for him. And this time, it will be even simpler because someone has already wanted to build a staircase to lead the emperor down. He won't let go of this good opportunity. "
As he said that, Yang Fan looked at the beautiful sunset sky and thought of Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu, who had been planning to make a move, should have already started to do so. Yang Fan didn't know what kind of staircase Zhao Yu was planning to build for Wu Zetian, but he believed that the staircase had already been built.
Xiaoman blinked and said, "Langjun is becoming more and more enigmatic. How come I don't understand what you're saying?"
Looking at her raised, round chin and full, red lips, Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh. He intimately scratched the tip of Xiaoman's nose and said softly, "You don't need to understand. You just need to be cute all the time."
"Oh?"
Xiaoman was like a curious baby. She wanted to ask more, but Yang Fan's head had already slowly lowered.
Xiaoman was becoming more and more familiar with Yang Fan's expressions and actions. She was a little amused and a little annoyed. She didn't understand why her Langjun liked the game of fighting with words so much. But as a good wife, she knew that she only needed to obey her husband.
So, she raised her head even higher and closed her beautiful eyes on her blushing face like a devout believer who was praying for God's blessing.
Who wouldn't love such a little woman?
So, the gentle Yang Fan suddenly held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. The little girl's cute tongue actually knew how to respond to him. Although it was still a little clumsy, it was enough to make him feel even more satisfied and excited. So, his kiss became even more passionate.
Soon, Xiaoman closed her beautiful eyes and timidly allowed Yang Fan to domineeringly and passionately take and taste her. She no longer wondered why her Elder Brother was so passionate about the game of fighting with words. She also very immersed herself in hugging Yang Fan tightly. The two figures merged into one and gently fell on the mat under the flowering tree in the back garden...
...
Wu Zetian came to Wucheng Hall after the morning court. Just as she sat down, Xiaohai came in to report that the School Censor, Assistant Minister of Phoenix Pavilion, and Supervisor of Phoenix Pavilion's Luantai, Li Zhaode had arrived.
As soon as Wu Zetian heard this, she hurriedly asked someone to invite him into the hall. She gave him a seat and a cup of wine. Li Zhaode thanked her for the seat and slowly sat down. Wu Zetian saw him sitting upright, full of spirit and vigor. His long beard was neatly trimmed and looked dignified. She couldn't help but happily nod.
Li Zhaode was originally ranked last among the Prime Ministers. Now, after the two political storms, the Prime Ministers were either dead, demoted, or imprisoned. This junior had become the head of the Prime Ministers in one fell swoop, second only to the Empress and above millions.
In the process, he had also fully demonstrated his ability to handle official affairs and his abundant energy and stamina. With so many official matters weighing down on him, Li Zhaode handled them in an orderly manner. Everything was in line with Wu Zetian's wishes. He had already become Wu Zetian's most capable assistant.
Li Zhaode was in high spirits now. His colleagues like Di Renjie, Ren Zhigu, and others were all sent to prison. Of course, he felt sad for them, but because of this, his prestige and status could no longer be restricted by anyone more senior than him. Looking at the imperial court, apart from the Empress, there was only him, Li Zhaode.
Li Zhaode reported to the Empress several important matters that should be personally decided by the Son of Heaven, and he also provided his opinions for the Emperor to consider. After some consideration, Wu Zetian agreed to each of them. Li Zhaode also recommended Su Wei to the Emperor, and Wu Zetian happily agreed.
After the series of changes in the court, Wu Zetian had grown wary of her sons, nephews, and many of the ministers. On the other hand, Li Zhaode, who did not conceal his emotions, was the most loyal and upright official in Wu Zetian's view. At present, no one could compare to him in the Emperor's favor.
After Li Zhaode finished his report, Wu Zetian began to ask him about the preparations for sending troops to the Four Garrisons of Anxi. Recently, the court had been in constant turmoil, but Wu Zetian had never delayed this matter.
Li Zhaode was currently reporting to Wu Zetian about the preparations for the war against the Four Garrisons of Anxi. Inner Attendant Count Zhe Zhu tiptoed into the hall. Seeing that the Prime Minister was in the middle of presenting a memorial, he obediently stood to the side.
Wu Zetian had already seen him enter, but she paid him no heed. Only when she asked Li Zhaode about the details of the situation did she cheerfully say, "With Zhaode as Our arm, We can now rest easy."
Li Zhaode bowed and said, "Your Majesty is too kind." However, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride.
Wu Zetian smiled faintly, then looked at Zhe Zhu and casually asked, "What is it?"
Zhe Zhu hurriedly stepped forward and took something out of his sleeve. He respectfully said, "Your Majesty, this subject has a copper report here. Please take a look!"
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