Chapter 260

"When does the lord go down?" Liu Zuosheng asked if Zuo Zuo was indifferent.

"The upturn time is usually in the early hours of the morning, and the down time is uncertain. It may be earlier or later."

Liu Yusheng nodded bluntly, wondering that she didn't have to wait for him to have breakfast, for fear that he would not be able to determine the next time.

Yesterday in the Royal Garden, his relationship with her was completely known to Princess Liu, and it was not known whether courtiers would bring such matters to the court for discussion.

Just like the modern top-level big families, the marriage of family children usually does not have the freedom of personal choice, and all aspects of interests need to be taken into account.

Since Feng Qingbai is not in the morning, she can take advantage of this time to do her own business.

With a slight change of heart, Liu Yusheng has a care.

After breakfast, I took the Wangfu carriage and went out accompanied by Fu Yuzheng.

Kyoto willow home base is in the capital city, so there must be a store in their city to run a business, she wants to go and see, there is a bottom in mind.

On the court, it was guessed by Liu Yusheng.

Someone really brought her to the court to follow her.

"The prince, is not a minister who wants to intervene in the prince's private affairs, but this matter must be mentioned. The prince has a distinguished position. As the regent, he has become a benchmark for the royal family's children. It is remarkable. The status of the princess needs to be worthy of the prince, so as not to be ridiculed by the world! "

"All these years, Lord Ye regency, has been busy with government affairs, and has never been enthusiastic about family matters. Ministers are very anxious. Now Lord Ye has plans, it should be a happy thing, but if the object is only a civilian county master, this ... isn't this a joke! "

"In recent days, rumors about Wangye and the Lord of Ruyi County have been circulating in the city, and Wangye ’s actions in front of people are not shy. If Wangye really loves this woman, it is fine to accept it, but Princess Nanling, she is It can't be done. "

Ministers, you say a word to me, impassioned, and treat Feng Qingbai's private affairs as state affairs.

The end is hilarious.

Feng Qingbai stood at the head of the civilian official, and looked slightly at the officials who spoke slowly. They were all among the hundred officials who were in the middle of the ranks. They were all pushed out to stop him.

Instead, the big officials stood side by side, holding their eyes and noses and hearts, without saying a word.

Waiting for the show.

Feng Moyu sat on the dragon's chair, holding his cheeks in one hand, his eyes were slightly drooping, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

An early dynasty, most of the time, the ministers were discussing this matter.

There are many objections and many supporters.

Only the parties did not speak out from beginning to end.

Until the retreat, no one heard the Nanling King show an attitude.

Some even couldn't hold back, catching up with the man who was about to step out of the hall, "Master Wang, what was discussed by everyone just now, I wonder what Wang thought?"

"What did you discuss just now?" The man asked.

"..." I stalked for a while, and came to say, "It is Wang Ye's personal affairs ..."

"What are you doing with my dear?" The man fluttered away.

Leaving a number of courtiers in place, the wind was messy.

Dare to love them for so long in the chaos, they just sang a one-man show.

They didn't take their words seriously.

This is the attitude of King Nanling.

You can talk, you can only talk.

But no matter how happy the discussion was, it had nothing to do with him.

Can't control his decision.

By the time Feng Moyu went from the Jinyu Palace to the Deyu Study Room, the man was already sitting behind the desk to read the memorials.

After hundreds of memorials, he was divided into two piles of Kung Fu in a moment.

One of them, nearly 90% of the total setbacks, were all pushed in front of him. "You can read these, and ignore them if you have nothing to say."

Looking at fewer than ten books in front of the man, Feng Moyan pumped wildly in the corner of his eyes, "Uncle Huang, can you take away a little more?"

For such a large amount, he would spend at least half a day just reading it without approval!

"No." The man was busy with his writing brush, and the answer was ruthless. "You have to take charge of government affairs in another two years. These things should be learned now."

"Just because you don't have to work hard every day in front of a bunch of government affairs, and you don't have to go to the harem every day to rain and dew, so you are not the emperor, uncle Huang." Staring at the same pile of hills in front of him, Feng Moyan expressionless, think about The fire burned these things.

It's okay to say something, and the thing I hate most is those who have nothing to say but have to write a long article to brush up the sense of existence!

The limited hours of the day are consumed in drool!

"How much responsibility is equal to how much power you have. It's yours all over the world. What's your dissatisfaction?"

"If you feel good, I'll give you the world, you do it." Are you willing? Easier said than done.

The man's eyes swept lightly, and Feng Moyu immediately looked down at the discount.

Wherever long essays are thrown.

Few words, throw.

The handwriting is not good-looking, throw it.

Write densely, throw it.

...

Soon, the hill pile was almost resolved, and Feng Moyu took hold of the writing brush, opened the few remaining books in front of him, and slowly approved.

There are policies and countermeasures, and he can strive for good governance, but he will never die.

Most emperors are short-lived. Why? Just tired!

Feng Qingbai pressed the jumping forehead on the opposite side, but said nothing.

The souvenirs he pushed to the young boy were all selected, and really needed to be carefully reviewed, just the few books in front of him.

After he has approved it, he will let the young boy read it carefully and learn the way of governing the country.

"Uncle Huang, those people know that they can't control your decision. Why do you have to discuss your matter with Aunt Liu in a high-profile discussion in the chapel?" After finishing the two book passes, the young man couldn't hold back anymore. Biting his pen and asking.

Feng Qingbai's lips are slightly hooked, and there is a ridiculous irony in his eyes. "Their real purpose is not to force the king to make a statement on the spot, but to use the appearance of" communist opposition "to guide. Public opinion in the world. By then all the world is saying that the king should not marry a civilian woman. If the king still wants to go alone, then he will lose the people's hearts in an instant and the prestige will fall to the bottom of the valley. "

Feng Moyu was dumb, this method was really spicy. The superior is most afraid of losing public opinion and public opinion. Once that point is reached, a chess game is equivalent to losing most of it.

At the same time, his adoration of men became more and more intense, and his eyes were filled with stars.

Once the enemy is cunning, the uncle can see through the other party's true intentions at a glance. In contrast, he felt that he could only see himself on the surface, and really was not expected to be an emperor.

Otherwise, grind Uncle Huang and let him take this position back?

(End of this chapter)