The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 870 New Ninth Rank
Changan.

Wen Weilan, the newly appointed ninth-rank proofreader of the Cabinet, bowed and withdrew from the imperial study along with several colleagues.

Finally it’s worth it.

However, the lights in the imperial study were still on.

His Majesty, the Princess, Prime Minister Zhang, Lord Hanshan, General Han and other important ministers remained inside, seemingly still arguing fiercely about something.

Recently, we have been meeting so late every day.

But it is also because the world is not at peace.

In recent days, snow disasters and strange disasters have occurred simultaneously and spread across the country, causing refugees to emerge everywhere. Disaster relief has become a top priority. However, several small riots have inevitably broken out. Although they have been temporarily suppressed, they have caused serious consequences.

The world is going to be in chaos.

This matter was known to everyone in the court in Chang'an.

The solution is also known to everyone, but no one dares to speak up or take action.

They all walked down the stairs together. Their foreheads were covered with sweat, perhaps from the hot sweat from the fire in the hall, or from the cold sweat from the gloomy atmosphere. The night breeze finally dried them up a little.

He happened to pass by a palace servant who was carrying lunch boxes.

The palace servants filed into the imperial study, and the arguments inside died down a little.

"Alas, what a pity that we can't have the palace dinner." Li Yude, the Secretary of the Central Secretariat, felt a little regretful.

"Eating in front of His Majesty..." Another Zhongshu Sheren Yuan Zhen shook his arms, "I might as well go home and eat with my wife."

Another Zhongshu Sheren, Xie Tang, nodded silently.

"Yes... Your Majesty has been..."

Some people sighed, but were immediately interrupted.

"Be quiet and be careful with your words." The Minister of the Central Secretariat Zhang Liuling reminded in a deep voice, "We can't have this meal only because we are not suitable to listen to the next discussion."

"Pay attention to your identity and don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

Wen Weilan didn't say anything. She was far inferior to her colleagues in rank, age and experience, so naturally she had no right to speak.

Even so, although the seniors were not close to her, they did not lose their courtesy.

At least she was not left out when he said goodbye.

After all, judging from Wen Weilan's family background and the fact that he entered the court as the first person in the Honghu Project, although he was a ninth-rank proofreader, he was allowed to enter the cabinet as an exception. It can be seen that his future career is limitless.

Wen Weilan knew all about this and simply returned the greeting, then quickened his pace and walked towards the palace gate alone.

At this time, the starry night was just coming up and the lights in the palace were bright. She walked alone among the light and shadow, feeling a little lonely in her heart.

She raised her eyes to look at the mountain in the distance. The temple on it was still holy and bright, like a pearl in the dark night, but she seemed to see the filthy bloodstains below through the light.

Among them, there is also Shengsheng.

This debt must always be repaid.

She clenched her fists, but her knuckles, which were sore from writing too much, were strained. The cold winter wind made the pain even worse.

I rubbed my fingers gently, and for some reason, I suddenly thought of Liu Sheng.

It would be nice if I had the ability like Shengsheng...

He is most suitable to be a note-taker.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached for the spiritual message.

I wonder if I will receive news from Shengsheng?

She gave another bitter smile, having thought this many times, but it seemed to be just a false expectation.

Ever since Shengsheng went to the Great Wall, she suddenly disappeared. Even Xiaoluyuan and the prison ghost seemed to have fallen into some unknown situation, as if they were in a different time and space. She could sense it, but could not use it to contact Liu Sheng.

If she didn't have the sense of a follower and knew that Liu Sheng's life was safe, she would have been anxious a long time ago.

Now, the image of prison seems to be looming in my mind again.

There were even a few more criminals added to the mix.

This made Wen Weilan very happy.

This is a secret unique to the two of them.

In this way, we can also know that each of us is on our own path.

But lately, Wen Weilan's heart would always skip a beat unconsciously, as if the person she was following had suddenly disappeared.

But every time the verification was just a false alarm.

She thought, maybe this was the "anxiety disorder" that Liu Sheng once mentioned?

Perhaps she was inevitably affected by the strange aura, causing her obsession to deepen.

After taking a deep breath, Wen Weilan finally clicked on the spiritual message.

She was prepared for yet another disappointment, but she didn't expect a message to light up on the screen.

However, it did not come from Liu Sheng.

The heart that had just been raised sank again.

I clicked it out of boredom...

After reading the content of the message, Wen Weilan's heart was lifted again.

She paused and almost jumped up.

But due to his cold and taciturn personality, he still forced himself to hold it back.

The next moment, she turned around resolutely and ran towards the imperial study.

On the way, she ran into a colleague who had just said goodbye to her.

I couldn't help but be surprised to see Wen Weilan so hurried and flustered.

"Miss Wen, what happened?"

Wen Weilan did not respond and passed through them like the wind.

She ran to the door of the imperial study, knocked on the door, whispered something, and was then led into the hall.

The door of the imperial study closed and everyone looked at each other.

"Could it be... Miss Wen found an opportunity to make a contribution?"

"Maybe... With a background like hers, she still wants to show off. What should we, the insignificant people like us, do?"

"Alas, same person, different fate..."

"Just accept your fate! I might as well go home. My husband bought some steamed pork from Guangfenglou today and is waiting for me to come home and eat it..."

"The pork in Guangfenglou is the softest and most delicious. The meat melts in your mouth. You are so lucky!"

"Your husband is so good to you..."

"Oh, it's true. My husband dotes on me the most. He even bought me a special magic tool for washing clothes so that I don't hurt my hands when washing clothes..."

Waves of envious voices rang out on the way to the palace gate, but it was hard to tell how many of them were true and how many were false.

However, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the imperial study.

There was also a loud slamming sound.

"Wen Weilan, are you telling the truth? Why haven't I received any official notification from the Great Wall?"

"The Great Wall...is now leaderless and in urgent need of support from the imperial court."

"This is a mirage from the landslide, taken by a survivor who fled to Huanan Town and gave it to Priest Xie, who shared it with me. This is a serious matter, and I dare not take charge of it myself, so I report it urgently."

"In addition, there is the movement trajectory of the mountain range recorded by the Heavenly Sword. Also, this is the confession of a person who claims to be a priest of the Kingdom of God."

Wen Weilan opened the light curtain and displayed the evidence one by one.

Finally, she cupped her hands and said, "If Your Majesty does not believe me, you can retrieve the images from the Sky Sword Center and see the current situation in the North."

Although she tried hard to make the information she brought out sound sourced and well-founded, the ministers in the palace had different interpretations.

One of the ministers laughed and teased Wen Siyuan: "Sir Wen, your daughter is truly extraordinary."

But whether this is praise or criticism, only Wen Siyuan knows.

He looked at his daughter and frowned.

I wanted to smash the light curtain on the spot and cover my daughter's mouth.

The emperor had a stern expression on his face. Under Wen Weilan's instructions, he called upon the authority of the Heavenly Sword. The scene slowly unfolded from the northern edge of the Great Wall.

Suddenly the whole place was in an uproar.

They had no time to think about the misconduct of this little proofreader, and were only thinking about the disaster that the Tang Kingdom would face next.

The emperor's face darkened even more, his eyes looked deep, and no one knew what he was thinking about.