This script is going to be cool [Rebirth]

In the end, I was framed by General Wei.Along the way, I cried and howled, begging my grandpa to tell my grandma, but I couldn't escape his two hands that were like iron pincers.

The ministers escorted me to the execution ground arrogantly...ah no...it was the Huaguang Palace.I was almost dragged up the jade steps by General Wei and pressed on the dragon chair.I looked down at the serious faucet on the armrest of the chair, and I was so frightened that the bottom of my buttocks hurt as if it was on fire.I slid down the dragon chair, and Uncle Wei lifted me up and pushed me back down.After a few rounds, I polished the chair, all the officials chuckled, I lost all face, and Uncle Wei finally lost his patience.

"Xiao Wu, can you give the late emperor some face, can you do it?" General Wei bit my ear with a beard and stare: "Lao Liu has made a fool of himself! If you don't settle this matter, let's finish playing together!"

"So many royal brothers! Where's the fourth brother, the third brother, and the second brother?" I smiled uglier than crying, and my upper and lower teeth were inseparable.

General Wei rolled his eyes: "What do you care about them! You are the only one left in the imperial capital! Can you show some momentum?! A man was born in troubled times, and he should carry a three-foot sword to stand invincible The merit. Uncle didn't let you ride a horse to fight, you just sit on a dragon chair, look at you so frightened!"

"It's all about assisting the country, as for sitting on the dragon chair! Let's find a room and make a blind calculation!" My voice was not too low, and was heard by the senior officials at the front of the hall.They immediately lowered their heads and covered their mouths to hold back their laughter.What's more, he cast a sympathetic look at me.

"This chair will turn gray if no one sits on it!" General Wei said righteously.

My uncle!So did your old man ask me to clean the dragon chair? !I winked bitterly at General Wei.General Wei twisted my ear as if he didn't see it, and said again: "For a while, you will act according to Mr. Zhong's face. Those old guys may trip you up. If you kick the ball at Zhong Bochen, you will be fine." OK. That kid is capable. Don't talk nonsense."

"Then you just let him be the emperor!" I looked down condescendingly, and I didn't know whether it was my fear of heights or the hypoglycemia caused by not eating enough in the morning, my eyes began to bloom.

General Wei slapped me on the back of the head, making my eyes stare: "Confused! If this word gets out, Mr. Zhong will not survive! Your father will be so angry that he will jump out of the grave!"

I really hope that the father can really jump out and save his suffering child from the fire and water.I was trembling so much that I was about to cry, but Uncle Wei didn't care about me, and went down the jade steps after a few instructions.

The group of ministers finally calmed down amidst General Wei's deep cough, and all their eyes shot at me.I was sitting on pins and needles, sweating profusely and about to collapse.The last time I appeared in front of so many people was the "Speech Under the National Flag" I participated in in the third grade of elementary school.When everyone was reading patriotic poems and expressing their longing for the future, I recited the first one with great courage: "Guanguan Jujiu, in the continent of the river; a fair lady, a gentleman is so good..."

Then he was fined to stand for a week.

In fact, I was really not being funny at the time, I just wanted to share my newly memorized ancient poems with my teachers and classmates.Unexpectedly, my head teacher directly put on a hat of 'improper thinking'.Bigger kids can have dirty thoughts, it's not because you adults have made things complicated.

It's a pity that no one listened to my appeal and laughed at me behind my back; now that history is repeating itself, I'm once again a big joke.Ignorant and incompetent, having been a proton for five years, His Royal Highness King Li, who has no merits other than his stinky and tough life, sits on the dragon chair!If this is the wrong thing, it is not a question of being punished, but a direct cold.

I think my old lady has to knock on the wooden fish and scold the officials for not having eyes.

I turned my eyes to Zhong Bochen for help.However, this prime minister is now like a secluded Taoist, wearing a meticulous purple official robe, with drooping eyelids, and an indifferent ambition. Treat it lightly, and endure the iconic "three light" 'The expression reminded me of the clear white porridge I drank these days.Seeing Zhong Bochen's 'none of my business' expression on his face, I think this big brother just wants to fade out of the screen and be a pillar.

I can't hide anyway, and in line with the basic principle that disaster comes from the mouth, I shut my mouth and waited quietly for the ministers to speak first.Time passed by, and I was obviously more patient than the officials. I sat motionless on the main hall. Although my calves were trembling quietly in the wide robe, I was better than those old officials who rubbed their waists. .Finally, my waiting paid off.

"Minister... Minister of Rites Pan Lexing... I have something to do..." I just quietly moved my buttocks and found a suitable angle to sit more comfortably, when a minister's trembling voice suddenly sounded from above the hall .

I looked up and saw a minister standing pretty close to the front.It's just that although the minister stood at the forefront, he shrank in the shadow of the pillars of the temple.Compared with my hulking General Wei, he curled up like a small shrimp.

I looked at his official robe, although I don't know him, but the level of 'Shangshu' must be an important minister.So I waved my hand to let him speak if he had something to say.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jiu'an misunderstood my gestures, and yelled: "Back the court!"

Everyone was shocked, and I was the one who was the most surprised.Although I want to run away from the bottom of my heart, no matter how perfunctory I am in the morning, I can't break up like this!The poor Minister of Rites stood tremblingly in the center of the hall holding his book, looking around helplessly, not knowing whether to retreat or kneel down.

I glared at Lu Jiuan, who happened to be looking at me too.So he ran over obsequiously, and stretched out his chubby hands: "Your Highness, come, this servant will help you..."

Help your uncle, help!You howled my early morning, okay!Uncle Wei has already thrown a death ray at me!

I was trying to figure out how to pull Lu Jiu'an in front of me to block General Wei's machete, when my gaze drifted tremblingly to Zhong Bochen again.Zhong Bochen remained out of the way, like a rag hanging on a flagpole when there is no wind.

For some reason, seeing this scene made me feel relieved.Since Mr. Zhong's flag is not flying, then I don't need to panic.I ignored Lu Jiuan's hand and sat on the dragon chair without moving.

Seeing that I didn't look at him directly, Lu Jiuan turned his head to look at the Minister of Rites who was holding the book and solidified into a statue, and then realized that something was wrong.So Lu Jiuan hurriedly knelt on the ground and rubbed it back a little bit.

Above the main hall, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.Several officials walked out of the hall when they heard that they had retired from the court.As soon as the rear loosened, the middle began to shake as well.Immediately afterwards, it spread to the front, all the way to the feet of Zhong Bochen and General Wei Cheng.

As for the 'Central Group' in front of the main hall, with Zhong Bochen as the center and Wei Cheng as the radius, all the veterans remained motionless, calm and silent.It was in stark contrast to the group of loose ministers behind them.

I still didn't speak, I leaned my elbows on the armrest of the dragon chair, propped my chin with one hand and began to ponder.

I looked at the group of people around Zhong Bochen, they were basically important ministers, not too young, with a lot of unshaven beards.Only Zhong Bochen himself was poked in the middle of the white and white, which seemed a bit out of place.Judging from their positions, I think they are in the same group as Zhong Bochen and General Wei, that is to say, they are not the group of people who want to kill me.

There were more and more people in the hall, General Wei glanced back, his face turned blue, and when he turned his head to look at me again, he was a little more warning.I shook my head slightly, pointing my fingers on the armrest of the dragon chair suddenly stopped being nervous, and I found it quite amusing.

I have never been an emperor, although I am still a 'King of Li', at least I have sat on this dragon chair.If one day I can play out the script again, I can spend the rest of my life bragging with others while drinking a little wine and peanuts.Now that I've come out like this today, I understand it all.A country cannot be without a king for a day, my father is laughing at Jiuquan, the sixth brother has committed some crimes and is unpopular anyway, the eldest brother ran away, and the princes in the middle are all rotten persimmons, and I am ashamed to be one of them. Not the obvious one.Let Uncle Wei and the others catch the straw and continue this 'Cen Dynasty'.

Loyal minister, I am so grateful for my old man who "died before leaving school". After wiping away the bitter tears, I saw that the main hall was bare, only the first group of people remained, and finally patted the chairs The armrest shouted: "Did I let you go?!"

As soon as he said a word, General Wei raised his head with a clang, his eyes burning almost piercing through me.The few ministers who were walking slowly were stunned for a moment, and when they turned their heads and realized that I was still sitting steadily, their old faces turned pale immediately, and they ran back to the hall to kneel down and apologize.

Those who walked faster obviously didn't hear what I was saying.So General Wei moved his dantian with luck, and roared up to the sky: "Your Highness hasn't left yet, how dare you go first?!"

General Wei's voice is so loud that it can be used as a drum on the battlefield.I scratched my quivering ears, gloated and watched the group of ministers who were running faster than rabbits start to sprint back again.General Wei’s voice came out of the main hall, circled the beam for three weeks, the ministers who had just bounced and walked out are now scrambling, some even ran with the same hands and feet, and one person stepped on the left foot and fell on the right foot and gnawed on his mouth mud.

When everyone jumped back and knelt down without uttering a word, a minister beside Zhong Bochen closed his eyes and said: "You are usually lazy and do not think about making progress. Now even the rules of our ancestors are not respected." Forgot. The person sitting on this hall does not matter if it is 'His Royal Highness' or 'Your Majesty'. If he is sitting on the dragon chair, he is the 'Son of Heaven'."

I applauded in my heart, this make-up is good.Turning to smacking his mouth, he suddenly felt something was wrong.What's the matter?They really want to make me emperor!

uncle!You can't go to the doctor indiscriminately when you are in an emergency, and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!I stared anxiously, but Uncle Wei kept looking aside.I followed his big eyeballs that were about to fly out, and then I remembered that the Minister of Rites who "had a book" just now was like a clay sculpture, frozen in place and helpless.

I pointed at him pretentiously, and tried my best to lower my voice to appear dignified: "Show me up."

The Minister of Rites who had been air-dried into a clay sculpture returned to his soul in an instant, Galala shook off the old mud all over his body, and with all his energy, handed the booklet to Lu Jiuan, who was weak at the feet.

When Lu Jiuan handed me the booklet, his hands were trembling, probably because he was trying not to cry.

Pretending to be indifferent, I opened the booklet and glanced at it, and the explanation from the Minister of Rites sounded in my ears: "Your Highness, although the tomb of the first emperor should be repaired, but now the front line is tight and the treasury is empty; plus Songzhou, Droughts hit Minzhou and Luzhou one after another. I can't spend enough money to go there for a while..."

"Master Pan's words are wrong." Another minister stepped forward and began to tear down the stage: "Although the harvests in Songzhou and other places were not good, my Yizhou and other areas in the Jiangbei River Basin did not suffer. The late emperor was buried on the battlefield. The internal thieves caused chaos, and even the grand burial was not realized. Repairing the imperial mausoleum is not an exaggeration, is it? Master Pan is so stingy, and the court cannot be caught by surprise, and a big event must not be done!"

"I'm not saying that I don't want to build the imperial mausoleum, but I have to..." The Minister of Rites anxiously took another half step forward, and was cut off by another person just as he was about to speak.

"Your Highness, the renovation of the late emperor's mausoleum cannot be delayed. I know that your highness has always had a heart to sleep with a fan, but you have no time to do it in a foreign country. Previously, the chaotic party made a big fuss about the death of the late emperor, slandering your highness for being unfilial. Now it is a Great opportunity to slap them in the face hard."

"Do you know how much it costs to build the imperial mausoleum?!" The Minister of Rites was anxious, standing on tiptoe and looking at the man: "One of you said something, the other added a sum, you made such a mess, my humble minister... "

"Bold! You actually said that the late emperor's tomb is a mess!" Another person began to run against the Minister of Rites: "How can you be so disrespectful to the late emperor!"

The Minister of Rites is timid, so he can't stand being surprised.As soon as this remark came out, he was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground and waited to be punished.

I frowned, and felt for a moment that it was true that the public was right and the woman was right.I really want to repair my father's imperial tomb.It's not because listening to them, it seems that someone is talking about me, the prince who failed to fulfill his filial piety.It's because the first emperor is my father after all.Although I can't remember his appearance, he is also my father.But there should be a reason for Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites to obstruct so much.

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the brochure full of respectful words and polite words, and found out how much money it would cost from the first few lines at the end.

It was easy to find, black and white, written squarely and beautifully, a few numbers jumped into my eyes.

5000 million taels...

Click, the folder in my hand hit the ground.

The voice was not loud, but the nerves of the officials were tense at this moment.The moment Zhezi fell to the ground, all the arguing, questioning and warnings stopped.Everyone looked at me with bated breath.

I feel ashamed under everyone's eyes.I have never seen such a large amount of money in my life!Perhaps this amount of money is not too much for repairing the imperial tomb.However, for me, a hard-working screenwriter who spends a day typing in front of the computer and can't get back a penny.

That's enough for me to spend the rest of my life...