The cabinet meeting was over one day, and it was almost dark on the whole week. Good guy, several wives at home ran out for vacation. Zhu Fu, the director of the Press Office who was still fighting on the front line, ran to Liaodong on a business trip to report on the 500 Cossack barbarians killed by the Imperial Frontier Army. Even his old secretary Serita, who had been for many years, took a cruise last week to visit relatives in Spain. In the huge White House, besides him, there were only a group of dead-faced servants and guards left.

Being an emperor is still a bit of a benefit, and electricity is given priority to the palace. Mingliang's light bulbs shine on the desk with a lot of official documents. However, Mao Jue did not review it as soon as possible, but instead turned out the album hidden in the desk.

Nowadays, cameras have just been included in the plan by the Royal Academy of Sciences. The most common images are sketches and paintings. Among the many paintings, there are sketches and paintings sent to him by Yu'er, paintings from Adrena sent to him by Germany, and the beauty blogger Chiyohito sent them to Australia to eat lobsters, to India to drink Ceylon black tea, to Hawaii to sunbathe, and to Rome to see a lot of albums of ruins.

Of course, it is not entirely happy. There are several black and white books mixed in the color album. Three years ago, his uncle Wen Meng, unfortunately caught a disease during the Battle of Henglus. He was like a picture album of a real man who was wearing a horse's body. Hong Chengchou retired and returned home. After his illness last year, he gave him a picture album from Sun Hongyong, as well as collective paintings from his generation's old cabinet.

Looking through the album page by page, as if history was floating between his fingers. After watching for a long time, Mao Jue suddenly smashed his fist on the table in anger and roared in anger: "Why can you old guys retire? I can't!"

Not to mention, there was an old guy who was also on the front line like him. The door of the study room suddenly creaked and was pushed open with a cup of black tea. The head guard, who had also turned into a slap, held the tea cup, slowly walked in.

"My Majesty, coffee!"

"I don't want coffee, I'm going to retire!"

As soon as he clicked, the child lay on the table like that, but then, a ruthless look suddenly appeared on Mao Jue's face, just like an absolute villain. He laughed a few times in a slight and said with an evil smile like an owl.

"Boy, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have regained his spirit and used Fang Qiu's revenge. He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Maolu's neck, but the words he made made the loyal guard speechless.

"Old Li, I will take you to Hawaii to watch hula dance. How about eating seafood? As long as you are willing to do this!"

Maoliu: "......"

............

A political conspiracy began to spread over the capital, but the protagonist was still unaware of it.

Now Mao Xingjian is much tired than Mao Jue. Mao Jue can go back to the White House to rest. After leaving the cabinet, he attended three inspections and five cuts. It was not until late at night that he dragged his tired body and returned to the East Palace in a four-wheeled carriage.

But what warmed his heart was that a bowl of hot cake always appeared on the table as promised. The unforgettable escape in the severe winter of the New World in his early years hurt his stomach, and he always needed to eat some warm stuffing to his stomach.

And she always remembers!

At this time, Han Xiaomo, who married the Crown Princess, also became a prairie girl who had escaped from the ghost spirit back then, and now half a dignified and virtuous mother in the world. Although she was blind, she still woke up accurately and stood up with a smile in the direction of Mao Xingjian's return.

"Here you back!"

"I said, don't wait for me, you go to bed first, why are you..."

Touched and helpless, he walked to her side quickly, and Mao Xingjian was helpless and nagging again. When Han Xiaomo heard this, he shook his head with a smile: "I'm very stupid. I can't help you share things like His Majesty the Queen and Concubine Ming. I can only do a little effort like this. If you are hungry, eat quickly. This is my new taste of research!"

"Don't be stupid, you are much better than my father's concubines!"

Smelling the fragrant beef soup in the cake, Mao Xingjian picked up the spoon and joked with amused: "Last week, Aunt Le'er and Aunt Chiyo sent a conch the size of a water tank to their father, and also drew their lobster meal. The envious father hadn't eaten for a long time!"

Listening to Mao Xingjian's joke, Xiao Mo also showed a smile on her face. However, after a moment, her smile calmed down and she asked with some concern.

"A few days ago, my father sent someone to ask, "Dather really wants to abdicate. Husband, are you really not considering inheriting the throne?"

But Mao Xingjian stopped there with the spoon's hand. After a moment of silence, he finally laughed again: "Did the father always say that old cadres should use their own blood to play their best? The world still needs the father, so he should take the lead in using his own blood to play more blood to play! Don't worry, the father's body will not be a problem for the world to rule for ten years. At that time, our fisherman's songs should grow up and mature!"

This made Xiaomo laugh again. She was a little helpless little fist hit Mao Xingjian and complained coquettishly: "Is there anyone who is like a father like you? I just want to turn the blame off on my son."

"Haha, isn't the old guy the same? So you don't need to feel sorry for him!"

A warm and simple dinner, in the sour smell of love, I quickly passed by, but when I went back to the room and looked at the pile of documents on the desk, Mao Xingjian's smile also calmed down and he did not handle official duties as soon as possible. He opened the bottom of the desk, and he took out a lighter carved with a phoenix. With a click, he lit up in his hand. In the jumping fire, the wild but warm face of the matriarch seemed to have appeared in front of him. For so many years, he still has not let go.

"Can I do it?"

Bang bang bang ~

The rapid knock on the door made Mao Xingjian suddenly wake up, subconsciously put the lighter into his pocket. He hurriedly greeted him and opened the door. At the door, his old subordinates who had been for many years, the Ninth Legion, and the current General General of the East Palace Liuru Tong Zamu, knelt down anxiously: "Crown Prince, urgent reports are coming from the palace! Your Majesty is anxious!"

In an instant, Mao Xingjian's heart skipped a beat.

.............

The empire has not had a major event for a long time, so it seems particularly anxious tonight. On the streets of Sijiucheng, the troops of the Capital Corps were mobilizing large numbers. Even the palace guards stepped up several times, quickly rotated, entered the palace gate, and followed Mao Xingjian's carriage, several teams of imperial guards trotted gloomyly.

He clearly felt that his breath was wrong. The chief guard, Zamu, was quite alert and asked Mao Xingjian quickly: "Crown Prince, it seems something is wrong tonight. Should we go slowly, go back to the East Palace, prepare for the guards, and then..."

"Even if Gu is His Majesty's most hated son, he is also his son!"

But his tone was very firm, and his thoughts were full of thoughts on what happened to Mao Jue. Mao Xingjian rejected the proposal of his guard commander and poked his head out. He shouted even more anxiously: "Carrier, hurry up!"

In the darkness, there were countless soldiers and armors gathered outside Mao Jue's White House. In the darkness, a grim bayonet appeared and the emperor's guard was hunched over. He was also here for a long time. Unexpectedly, Li Dingguo, who was the veteran general Mao Xingjian relied most, also appeared here. Looking at the soldiers and armor outside, he was also worried.

Having been nervous, Mao Xingjian rushed to Mao Lu quickly and asked anxiously: "Uncle Lu, my father, he is the end..."

"Oh, your highness will know when you go in!"

Listening to Mao Lei's heavy tone, his heart tightened even more. Mao Xingjian had no time to communicate with Li Dingguo, so he pushed open the door and broke into the palace.

"Father!"

Hula ~

The light suddenly shone brightly on the living room of the Ming Empire, the most important living room for the Ming Dynasty to entertain foreign guests. In Mao Xingjian's shock, the six ministers and twelve ministers stood below, with their faces filled with strangeness, and their eyes fell on Mao Xingjian.

Amid the rustling sound, interviewing reporters from a large number of important newspapers, including the Imperial Capital Daily, the Imperial Current Affairs News, the Ming Times, etc. were also quickly painting this historic scene. In Mao Xingjian's shock, Mao Jue jumped up from the big sofa "full of anger", and pointed his fingers at Mao Xingjian's nose and shouted.

"Rebellious, you actually led your army to force the palace!"

He almost didn't suffocate to death in one breath, and was shocked and stunned. After a few seconds, Mao Xingjian knelt on the ground in horror: "Father, listen to my explanation, I don't..."

"No need to explain, don't you just want this position? I'll give it to you!"

Full of "sadness and anger", holding back the laughter, Mao Jue's sleeve suddenly waved. Mao Hui, the current executive director of the Royal Commission, hugged the imperial seal and the six emperor seals, and hurried to Mao Xingjian, and brought the things in front of him. On this end, Mao Jue was still in the play and shouted to the reporters with "sadness and anger".

"The prince forced the palace and forced me to pass the throne to him!"

"No, father, son and minister..."

Having already recovered, Mao Xingjian was so sad that he knelt straight, and shouted sadly again, but Mao Jue didn't give him a chance to explain, and roared even more quickly: "Are you going to pay a visit to the new emperor?"

"Long live my emperor!"

Although the court kneeling ceremony has been abolished, the six ministers and nine ministers still kneeled down without hesitation during the important period of the handover of imperial power. With the roar of the mountain, the imperial guards outside also knelt down with a loud noise. The sounds of the archery were like relays, and one branch passed from the center of the heart of the empire to the entire capital.

He stood up in a daze, turned around and looked around, and then turned around to say something. However, Mao Jue's figure had disappeared in the hall. Several servants who had already arranged it quickly walked up in a special yellow robe and draped it on him. The golden chair that Mao Jue often sat on was also moved in front and was helped to sit down. In the ecstatic eyes of Li Dingguo and Tong Zamu, the ministers kowtowed and bowed down again.

"Long live my emperor!"

There was no joy on his face, and Mao Xingjian was inclined to have a stroke, full of sadness. He roared speechlessly in a voice that others could not hear.
Chapter completed!