The next morning, Xuanzheng Hall.

Gu Yihan's mornings are often serious and dull.

Ministers are very respectful, and when they report matters, they dare not say anything wrong.

Otherwise, I am afraid that what I will face is Gu Yihan's fierce anger, or a severe beating.

There are not a few officials who lost their lives on the Golden Throne Hall.

However, today, early morning had just begun, and Gu Yihan had not yet arrived.

The ministers waiting outside the Xuanzheng Hall were exchanging their official affairs.

Bai Yi and Ye Siming stood in front of the military attache.

Ye Siming's brows and eyes were indifferent, and he didn't look sideways, as if he was bored and distracted.

Bai Yi, on the other hand, held on to his sick body, his lips were white, but his spirits looked much better.

Suddenly, a bright yellow figure came from the palace gate not far away.

The ministers hurriedly straightened their postures, some tidying up their coats, and some stabilizing their official hats.

Bai Yi frowned.

Strange, why is this person not like Gu Yihan?

The man walked very fast, and there were not a few eunuchs behind him.

The ministers dared to think too much, and hurriedly bowed their heads and knelt down.

"Chen, see my emperor!" There were bursts of unison, and the voices were like a tidal wave.

However, just as Bai Yi was about to kneel down, Ye Siming grabbed his arm.

The boy's tone was indifferent, with a hint of mockery: "Isn't it just kneeling to the emperor? This person is not the emperor."

Not the emperor? !

Ye Siming's words made Bai Yi and the courtiers around him stunned.

Everyone raised their heads and saw that it was not Gu Yihan who hurried up the white jade steps!

It was a fourth-rank military attaché named Bian Yuanzhong!

Bian Yuanzhong felt uncomfortable last night and didn't sleep well, but he actually woke up late this morning.

Afraid of missing the morning, he hurriedly dressed and left in a sedan chair.

Fortunately, when he hurried to the palace, the emperor hadn't come yet!

Bian Yuanzhong was still wondering when he saw everyone kneeling on the ground.

Could it be that the emperor was following behind him? !

He turned around abruptly and looked over, but there was no one behind him.

Bian Yuanzhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He found that his colleagues were staring at him like hell.

Some were stunned, some were surprised, and some were waiting to see a good show.

what do they mean? Didn't you wash your face today?

Bian Yuanzhong thought so.

At this moment, Bian Yuanzhong saw General Song staring at him with a cold face.

He doesn't know why.

Usually he has a very good relationship with General Song, and he always communicates secretly, and usually relies on General Song for support.

He even helped him to do a terrible thing!

Why is General Song not giving him a good face now?

That expression seemed to tell him that disaster was imminent.

Bian Yuanzhong felt inexplicable, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the sleeves of his official robe, which should have been brown, turned bright yellow? !

what's going on?

…

At this moment, Gu Yihan, who was supposed to go to court, was left in the imperial study by Concubine Qiao Gui who suddenly returned to the palace.

Gu Yihan sorted out the front of his clothes, and patted the net on the dragon robe against the brass mirror.

"Concubine, don't be in a hurry to come back alone. I don't need you to serve me. If you don't want to stay at your mother's house, then hurry up and take Nuo'er back to the palace."

Concubine Qiao behind him had a heavy face.

Today's imperial concubine is dressed in simple clothes, which is completely different from her who loves gorgeous clothes on weekdays.

Concubine Qiao's hands, which were dyed red with cardamom, were holding a boxy box.