A night was not long. For ordinary people, it would be a sleepless night, but for those in the officialdom, this night was destined to be a sleepless night. There were countless insomnia, and there were countless conspiracies and connections quietly under the cover of the night. A strange aura of tension spread around the night sky. As the sky brightened, the tension was tense to the highest point - the palace ban, the eight gates of the Forbidden City were closed, with strict vigilance, and completely isolated from the inside and outside. All the ministers and workers were panicked for no reason.

At the third hour, the officials of each department had already arrived at the ministry, but no one was interested in working. From time to time, someone slipped out of the office and peeked at the closed imperial city at the entrance of the yamen. He even came to the palace gate with a bold name. He handed over the sign for invitations, but no matter who went to the meeting, the answers received were exactly the same - no! The officers and soldiers of the camp who were on duty outside the palace gate did not even answer the sign, and directly drove all the people who invited them away from the cordon. As soon as such a strange situation came out, various rumors immediately spread around the six ministries, and the situation became increasingly subtle and difficult to understand.

When Chen Hou was about to end, the imperial edict was finally issued, saying that the saint dragon body was slightly ill and needed to be cultivated. He did not pay tribute to the court in the near future, and all people were on duty and were not allowed to spread rumors. Anyone who dared to speak out would be punished as a crime of being a big deal. With such a decree, people's hearts not only did not settle down, but instead became even more chaotic.

What's going on? Could it be that the old man's dragon body is really not good? I can't just pretend it is?

Today, as the rotation routine, Hongqing should be on duty at the Ministry of Personnel, but she arrived at the Ministry early in the morning, but found that Zhang Tingyu, who had always arrived early, was not in the office. She couldn't help but feel suspicious. She sent Li Minxing to send a few guards to inquire about the news. Only then did she learn that Zhang Tingyu had already entered the palace and Ma Qi had also gone, but Xiao Yongzao, Wang Yu and others were all rejected outside the palace gate. Even the third master and other princes who were planning to enter the palace to pay tribute were not allowed to enter. This situation was obviously quite strange.

It made Hongqing feel a little suspicious, but he was not sure. In the time and space of the previous life, the old man lived to be 69 and had just passed his 65th birthday. He should not settle the account just now. However, the difference between his previous life and this life is quite large. Hongqing did not dare to make an assertion easily, so he could only suppress his annoyance. He handled daily official duties in the office of the Ministry of Personnel. His efficiency was very low. After a morning, he had not submitted a few official documents.

"Report to Prince, Zhang Xiang is back."

Shen Time is approaching, and it is almost time to get off work. Hongqing is still suffering in the office, but he sees Li Minxing strode from outside, grabbing Hongqing's side a few steps, and report in a low voice.

"oh?"

When he heard Zhang Tingyu arrive at the office, Hongqing's heart immediately jumped, and the impulse to ask about the foundation immediately became enormous. However, he raised his body slightly, but slowly sat back on his original position. It was a crime of no one to ask whether the dragon body was healthy. Without a reason, Hongqing really did not dare to speak easily. Besides, Zhang Tingyu was so cautious that he became a savvy person. Even if he asked, it would be difficult to find out why from him. Hongqing didn't think that he could be familiar with Comrade Lao Zhang.

"Look at it."

Hongqing frowned and thought for a while, and finally decided to go to Zhang Tingyu to talk. There is nothing else. As the third generation of the Tian family, if they are indifferent to the old man's condition, they are unfilial. They should ask the previous question. Even if there are some risks, it is better than not asking. As soon as he thought of this, Honghong got up, gave an order, then raised his foot and left the office, and walked straight to the opposite door.

"The prince is here."

"The emperor is the one who is willing to see the prince!"

...

Hongqing had just moved out of the office and saw that Zhang Tingyu's office opposite was full of officials who were invited to see. Not only were the Eighth Master, the Fourth Master's servants, but also the Third Master. Even the Five, Seventh, and Twelve Masters also had their subordinates here, and they squeezed Zhang Tingyu's office out of the office. I don't know who was sharp-eyed, but when they noticed Hongqing's arrival, they shouted, and the officials hurriedly saluted in chaos.

"What are you all crowded here? Don't you have to work anymore, huh? You won't step down yet!"

Seeing so many people gathered here, Hongqing's face immediately drooped. She did not scream, but looked around like a knife and looked around the people kneeling all over the ground, and scolded without being very polite.

"twitter!"

Hongqing had a strong evil spirit. With such a scolding, the officials did not dare to stay any longer. They responded in unison and slipped away in chaos.

"Young man, please come to the prince!"

After the riots of officials were driven away, the several Goshhas, who were originally embarrassed by the noise, finally recovered. They did not dare to lose their manners in front of Hongqing, so they rushed forward and worshiped each other.

"Yeah, just flat."

Although Hongqing was very upset, she would not make things difficult for Zhang Tingyu's Goshha. She raised her fingers and shouted warmly.

"Thank you, Prince Long."

Facing Hongqing, who was in power, the Goshhas did not dare to be rude. After thanking each other, they each stood up, but did not dare to ask Hongqing for her purpose. They all stood up with their hands down, and looked obedient and obedient to listen to Hongqing's instructions.

"I have something to see Zhang Xiang, so please report it to you."

Hongqing didn't say much nonsense, she straightforwardly explained her purpose.

"Prince, please wait. Please come and invite Lord Zhang now."

After hearing Hongqing's instructions, a quick-witted Goshha responded quickly, turned around and walked into the office quickly. Without hesitating, he saw Zhang Tingyu, who was full of tired faces, and had already come out of the office quickly.

"The emperor has met the prince."

Zhang Tingyu's eyes were black and she was obviously tired, but her energy was still not bad. When she saw Hongqing standing proudly outside the office door, she hurriedly bowed and asked for peace.

"Mr. Zhang, you are polite. Xiao Wang has something to ask you for advice. I wonder if Mr. Zhang is free?"

Hongqing politely returned the greeting and greeted warmly.

"Prince, please!"

Zhang Tingyu was extremely exquisite, and he knew what Hongqing was going to do so. A trace of haze immediately passed between his eyebrows. However, he did not politely decline, but waved his hand and said respectfully.

"Mr. Zhang, please."

Since Zhang Tingyu was invited, Hongqing was not very pretentious. She smiled slightly and waved her hand to the office. She and Zhang Tingyu came into the office one after another. The guests and guests were separated and the guests were left. The Goshhas, who were accompanying him, quickly presented the newly brewed incense tea and retreated one after another, leaving only the guests and the guests.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhang, Xiao Wang didn't sleep all night last night, tossed and turned, and was very frightened. This morning, I wanted to enter the palace to pay my respects, but I couldn't get in. I wonder if the Emperor Mafa is okay?"

Hong Qingshi didn't want to take turns to do anything about such a smart person as Zhang Tingyu, so she straightforwardly explained the purpose of this.

"The emperor occasionally has a minor illness, so he will not be seriously injured."

Zhang Tingyu had long expected Hongqing's purpose, but he didn't expect Hongqing to ask so directly. He frowned slightly and answered Hongqing's question, so he was very cautious. He said the same as the words of the imperial edict. He obviously did not intend to tell Hongqing the truth.

"If this happens, Xiao Wang will feel a little relieved. Master Zhang is busy with his work, and Xiao Wang dares not disturb him too much. Xiao Wang has a letter of congratulations here, so please ask Lord Zhang to submit it on his behalf?"

Seeing Zhang Tingyu appearing like an evasive attitude, Hongqing knew that there was no hope of getting any useful news from her mouth, so she didn't want to stay any longer. She shook her hands and took out a yellow silk cover from her wide sleeves, held it in both hands, and handed it to Zhang Tingyu.

“When you have a service.”

When the saint was inconsistent, it was a custom for the court to ask for peace. Zhang Tingyu would not have any objection to this, and did not think too much. He respectfully stretched out his hands, took the review, and did not go to see it. He put it into his wide sleeves.

"I'm working hard for Lord Zhang, you're busy, so Xiao Wang will say goodbye first."

Hongqing had never thought of finding out the truth from Zhang Tingyu. This was just to express her concern for the old man Long Tikang. As for whether he received a reply, it was actually irrelevant. Since Zhang Tingyu didn't want to say much, Hongqing would not do the disgusting things that he would never leave. Seeing that he had put the note, Hongqing got up, threw the explanation, and then walked slowly to the outdoors.

"The emperor respectfully sends the prince."

Hongqing was about to leave, but Zhang Tingyu didn't say anything to keep him. He just accompanied him to the screen. Then he turned back to the office, walked slowly to the back of the copywriting, lifted the hem of his robe, sat down, shook his hand, took out the receipt of the promise that Hongqing had submitted from his wide sleeve, and spread it open. After carefully reading, he thought silently for a moment, then picked up the wolf-haired pen on the pen holder, took out a blank note, and started writing quickly...

Is the old man sick? If he is sick, how far will it be?
Chapter completed!