Volume 1: Turbulence of Regency 029 Remember, don't lose face for me (First update)

  Since the regent returned to Beijing yesterday, an edict was issued in the evening, and they had a sleepless night. At the third watch, they prepared their court attire and carefully thought about whether there was anything that might have displeased the regent in recent days. Before the fourth watch, the usually quiet palace gate of Anhua gathered the sedan chairs of all officials.

  Once arranged, the first one was Prime Minister Lan Feng. He wore a deep purple official robe, standing with his hands behind his back. Beside him stood Vice Prime Minister Xing Yan, whose sharp eyes shone brightly through the dim night light.

  He stretched out his hand, stroking his whiskers, and gave a low chuckle, breaking the silence of the night. The chill in the air around the palace walls and gates dissipated somewhat, while the officials behind him leaned in to listen respectfully.

  "Since the new emperor ascended to the throne and the regent king took power, the number of times the prince had attended the morning court could be counted on one's fingers. As for the colleagues who were beheaded at the Meridian Gate, they were too numerous to count. I wonder, how many people will be dragged out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded this morning?"

  You Xiang Yan looked at Lan Feng with a smile that was not quite a smile, and continued to say in a low voice, "I heard that the young master's treatment in the Regent King's palace is far from what it used to be. When the king was on the border, he not only summoned Mu Han back from the quarry, but also reinstated him to his original position. I heard that the two of them even ate and lived together, so this relationship must be extraordinary."

  As soon as Xing Yan spoke, it was like a huge stone that pressed the civil and military officials behind him, making them breathless. They had not slept all night, standing here with anxious thoughts, and now they were even more frightened, their legs went soft, their hearts were racing, and their brains were blank. It seemed that today they would likely meet a bloody end.

  "Right Minister, I heard that your beloved son is returning from his travels soon. His knowledge is not inferior to Mu Hanjin and Xuan Shu. Now the court is in need of talents, I know you are a straightforward person who won't recommend your own son for personal gain. Why don't let me introduce him instead?" said Left Minister Lan Feng in a warm tone.

  "My son is indeed not worthy, idle and lazy every day. How can he be compared to your esteemed son? Don't insult the imperial court." The Right Chancellor's face stiffened, and he hastily replied.

  The officials waiting outside the palace each had their own thoughts, coldly ridiculing and secretly mocking. At this time, Feng Ao Tian sat in the imperial sedan chair, with Lan Jing Shu and Mu Han Jin sitting upright on either side of him.

  Lan Yun wore a light blue brocade robe, with a handsome and elegant appearance, a warm and refined demeanor, and a strong scholarly temperament. However, he was an extremely ambitious person. He had not left the palace for two years, but now, as the imperial carriage slowly moved through the streets, he felt a sense of nostalgia and freedom.

  Mo Hanjin was the same, his warm eyes now seemed to be coated with a layer of dazzling silver light, which made his elegant temperament even more picturesque.

  Feng Ao Tian could feel the joy in their hearts, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Wearing a dark yellow changshan, she exuded an aura of majesty and power. This was the first tough battle she faced after her rebirth, and it was also the opening chapter of her future glory. She adjusted her thoughts, turned around, and met Mu Hanjin's gaze staring at her.

  At this moment, what she needed most was someone who could stand by her side without hesitation, and Mu Hanjin was one of the best candidates she had chosen. She raised her hand, her icy fingers grasped his seemingly frost-covered hand, tightly pinching it, as if to encourage him, yet also like a kind of mutual support and firm strength.

  Lan Yun turned his gaze, and saw the Regent tightly holding Mu Hanjin's hand. A thread of soft light seemed to be flowing between them, but when he looked again, there was no trace left, making it impossible for him to grasp, thinking that what had just happened was just his illusion.

  He hung his head low, the painting from yesterday was mounted and placed in his room. Thinking back to the painful experiences of the past two years, it's hard for him to mention the words on the painting with that ruthless person. He was trapped in this empty and elusive fantasy all night until now, still filled with doubts.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to Lan Jing Shu, stretched out his hand and brushed the hair that had been blown onto his ear back behind it. However, he felt Lan Jing Shu's body stiffen. At the same time, he grasped Lan Jing Shu's hand and looked at the two of them, "Remember, don't make me lose face, otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead."

  Lan Xuan's book and Mu Han's eyes were slightly dim, her variability, hadn't they already gotten used to it? Why at this moment, because of her brief tenderness, did he lose his way?

  Inside the Diligent Governance Hall, all officials bowed their heads and remained silent. The morning air was still a bit chilly, but the officials were already drenched in cold sweat. Feng Ao Tian sat upright on the right side of the dragon throne, her phoenix eyes gathering a thousand years of icy light, scanning the faces of the ministers below one by one. She didn't pay attention to the young emperor sitting on the dragon throne, Feng Yin Qi's face was expressionless, staring forward in silence.

  "The two Huai bandits are rampant, and the official salt has been robbed several times. Until now, there is no clue at all. What's the use of raising you useless people?" Feng Ao Tian took advantage of the situation to throw out the memorial, which happened to hit the left censor of the Supervisory Office on the head. The corner of the memorial was directly inserted into the pipe hat, and the left censor fell to the ground with a thud, his face covered in blood, dying on the spot.

  "The Censorate officials on the left and right will be dismissed from their posts immediately for investigation." Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice.

  The right historian saw the left historian had been killed on the spot, knowing his own life was in danger, he had long been frightened and fainted to the ground, other officials were even more lowering their heads, not daring to speak.

  "Pass down Mu Hanjin and Lan Jing's books!" Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  The eunuch outside the palace shouted loudly, and Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuanbu walked into the hall, immediately knelt down, and said in unison, "Your humble ministers pay respects to Your Majesty, and pay respects to the Regent King."

  "Get down." Seeing Feng Ao Tian not speaking, a soft and low voice of Feng Yu Qi rose up.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty." Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan thanked him for his kindness, but did not get up.

  All the officials present knew that they were the Regent King's male concubines, one was the champion of the previous term, and the other was Mu Hanjin, who was known as the number one scholar in the capital with a talent of eight dou. These two people were once famous figures in Feng Guo, but now they have fallen to such a state. Since their entry into the palace, the two men's elegant and handsome appearance has not diminished from that year, only it is unknown why the Regent King wants to summon them to the imperial court? Could it be?

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