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When the green official sedan chair crossed the Wulong Bridge, it happened to be when Fengtian Gate opened.

Tsk tsk, this time is accurate, and all the waiting officials cannot think so.

Although Mo Zhinian should have arrived a little earlier, there are His Highness, the Chief Minister, the Grand Marshal in Beijing, and the Duke of Wei.

But at this time all the officials could understand, because everyone knew that today's grand dynasty meeting was almost for the sake of not being obsessed with.

Thinking of becoming the new prime minister, countless people are releasing for Mo Nian's late arrival. That's right, no one can blame the successful one and the winner.

But while letting go, everyone looked at the outer Five Dragon Bridge behind Mo Zhinian. His Highness, the King of Political Affairs, did not come. The Chief Assistant should have arrived, right? Because, when the drums and music inside, the Chief Assistant would lead all civil and military officials into the palace.

However, Mo Zhinian's official sedan chair did not stop after crossing the Wuwulong Bridge and kept coming to Fengtian Gate.

Now everyone's eyes turned back, and they were surprised.

Is this...a little too much?

After all, the edict has not been issued yet. Isn’t Mo Zhinian really too late to wait for this time?

Some people even wondered whether Mo Zhinian's official sedan will not stop and enter the palace ban even if Fengtianmen is going to the palace?

Mo Zhinian's official sedan chair arrived at the gate of Fengtian Gate and finally stopped.

The curtain of the sedan chair is lifted up by the length of the sedan chair, but Mo Zhong Nian has not appeared.

Instead, Chang Sui leaned in, supported Mo Zhongnian, who was haggard, and carefully stepped out of the sedan chair.

Hey, is Mo'er sick?

It seems that he is not seriously ill.

You are so old, don’t hold on and beg for bones!

Even if there is something that is not serious, it is not without malicious thinking in mind - one, two, three...

But they were soon disappointed. After getting off the sedan chair, Mo Zhinian raised his hand and pushed Changsui away and stood up straight.

I still wanted to support me, but Mo Jienian shouted, "...No need!"

Mo Zhinian's voice is not loud, but in this quiet area, it can be said that it is full of energy.

Now, no one thinks that Don’t be obsessed with being terminally ill.

All of them think that maybe Mo Zhongnian just suffered from some cold wind or accidentally flashed down when he went out.

So, various greetings sounded.

"Don't be early!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Don't work hard for national affairs, and you will be rewarded!"

Tsk, look at these sounds, I don’t feel nauseous.

The even disgusting flatterer shouted, "Gei Master Mo... I'll congratulate you first!"

So, congratulations sounded.

It was so warm that I was about to congratulate the emperor on his wedding.

However, strangely, Mo Zhinian ignored it. He slowly closed his eyes, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and stood facing everyone, facing the Fengtian Palace.

It’s strange to say that from a distance, Mo Zhongnian’s back really has momentum, which makes people inevitably have countless imaginations.

But more people felt a kind of contempt in their hearts - before the position of the supporting director was settled, they put on the supporting director's score. It turns out that he still wanted to lead all officials into the palace after the drums and music?

At this moment, someone shouted anxiously, "...it's like the frame of the King of Political Consultative Affairs."

"The King of Political Consultatives is here."

"His Highness, His Highness, is at peace."

"The emperor is here to see His Highness the King of Political Affairs!"

There are even more humble people who sway and run towards the frame, raising their hands up and down, as if they want to help the King of Political Affairs get out of the car.

But everyone knows that even if the King of Political Consultative Affairs comes down, it will not be his turn to support him. Naturally, His Highness has someone to support him.

Sure enough, a few people were turned from behind the King of Political Affairs, and now everyone was shocked.

It turns out that the Chief Auxiliary, the Grand Marshal, etc., who have not arrived for a long time, have accompanied His Highness, the King of Political Affairs.

Therefore, most people's eyes turned to Mo Guaninian, who was facing their backs, and a hint of mockery appeared in their hearts. Now the real master is here, let's see if you, Lord Mo, will you let go.

Don’t obsess overdue.

He just turned slowly, faced Wu Zheng, Mao Xiang, Xia Wanchun and his party, bowed slightly, "I have seen Your Highness, Lord Chief, Grand Marshal...!"

Wu Zheng smiled and stepped forward, standing one foot away from Mo Zhong Nian, "Mo Xiang came early!"

"I don't dare to be arrogant in front of the palace... I'm just a little earlier than your highness."

"Oh... the door is open, why not enter?"

"I don't dare!"

Wu Zheng smiled even more gently, not because he didn't dare, but because the time was not here.

After the door of the hall is opened, there is still a stick of incense to play drums and music. This is also to give the ministers who have been waiting outside the hall a time to dress and mind.

"Mo Xiang's face is very bad!" Wu Zheng asked with concern, "Is there something unexpected happening... Do you want to pass on the imperial physician to you to see?"

Mo Zhinian's face twitched a little, but he quickly calmed down, "Thank you for your concern... I just had a nightmare at night and was a little scared... There is no need to bother the imperial doctor to treat it."

"Oh... what dream can scare Mo Xiang?!" Wu Zheng's voice was very loud, "In Yingtian Mansion, there is something that can scare Mo Xiang... Tsk tsk, aren't they afraid of the thousands of dead soldiers under Mo Xiang's command?"

This was heard by the officials and they all changed color suddenly.

I know it's one thing in my heart, but it's another thing to put it on the surface.

As an official, who doesn’t have a lump of shit under his butt, just knows the size.

But if you say it clearly like the King of Wu, it is equivalent to impeachment, and it is declared war!

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, so gloomy that everyone felt a hint of chill behind their backs. Today's grand ceremony was not a joy, but a life-and-death struggle. I'm afraid many people would have to carry it out after standing in!

Many people subconsciously shrank their necks, and many people's teeth began to make a slight "click" sound.

Mo Zhinian's face changed several colors in an instant, but soon, he recovered and his eyes became sharp. "Why do you want to joke here... Look, scare your colleagues..."

Joke? Some of the people who fought in the teeth calmed down, and they looked at Mo Zhinian and King Wu in confusion.

Wu Zheng grinned, "Do not think Gu is joking?"

Mo Zhinian suddenly turned his head, looked at Fengtian Gate, then turned to look at the northeast direction, and smiled and said, "I guess... Your Highness must be joking..."

Wu Zheng laughed loudly and turned around and asked, "Does the prime minister think orphans are joking?"

Mao Xiang's face was as calm as water, and he shook his head.

"Does the Grand Marshal think he is joking?"

Xia Wanchun also shook her head.

Wu Zheng laughed even more happily, "But don't say that I am joking... Do you think it's funny?"

The "click" sounded again, and it was louder than before.

At this moment, the melodious drum music suddenly rang out.

A team of eunuchs came from the door. The leading eunuch bowed his head and said sharply: "Please go to court with all your sage!"
Chapter completed!