The drizzle was slightly sloping, lingering like a shallow mist. Tiny raindrops dripped down from the glazed tiles of the Ruisi Hall and fell on the bluestone bricks, making a splash.

In the hall, Xiao Yan was sitting in the center, with the usual alienated aura on his body. He took a sip of a cup of medium-temperature tea, then picked up a book placed on it from a pile of notes and began to read it quickly.

It's a piece of music from Pingcheng, and it's still a volume of soft and strong, vigorous and elegant good words, just like that woman, with a weak body but a proud body.

Xiao Yan retracted his thoughts, and then began to read the sparse matter, and looked at it hurriedly, his face became more and more solemn.

The eyes narrowed slightly, and the waves in the eyes were surging, like the Xuanchi under the abyss, which could not be glimpsed, and could not be seen.

He grabbed the note tightly, slapped the table with one hand, and reprimanded, "Xue Jingning, it's so bold, there is no king's law!" ”

His reprimand frightened everyone in the hall knelt down in unison, silently not daring to say a word, or even making a sound.

For a while, the hall became more and more lonely.

The drizzle outside the hall was getting heavier, and there was a faint coolness, blowing in, rolling up a roll of tissue paper on the desk.

Xiao Yan looked at the song in his hand, and the last sentence in the excerpt was deeply imprinted in his eyes and made waves.

- "The minister knows the ancient saying, I hope that the good people will have a peaceful day, even if the minister is cruel and harsh, he will not dare to resign." His Royal Highness, the same is true. ”

The same is true of ...... Even though he is afraid of notoriety, he does not dare to resign, but he wishes the people peace and happiness......

He heard such words from the mouth of a woman.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, who dared to say so frankly and calmly in front of him, "I dare not resign even if I have the name of cruelty and harshness", I am afraid that he will not be able to find one.

Xue Jingning...... She simply didn't follow the normal path, she knew how much shock it would cause if she approved it for her.

Pingcheng is stable, but she will be criticized by the world. Nowadays, the four seas of Daqi are leveling and becoming more and more prosperous, and the strict punishment and strict law are always used cautiously.

She is a clear person, she knows the power of this, but she still proposes to use a strong law to severely punish the robbers who are caught in the net, and she is already in the court.

-- The minister advises that if the thieves are captured, they should be killed and the evils of the times should be cut off by mighty methods, otherwise the calamity will not end, and the people will not be able to live in peace. The minister asked His Royal Highness for permission, and allowed the minister to increase the punishment, drink it with a stick, strictly enforce the law, and severely punish it, so as to set an example.

She must know this will, and she, the person who plays the music, will definitely be drowned by the spittle of the world's sour Confucian literati, and will also suffer from the criticism of the people and bureaucrats.

But she still resolutely presented the ......

This woman! Xiao Yan didn't know why, but in vain a burst of anger, inexplicably, wanted to smear and crush this note.

She is bold, but not willful, and everything she says and does is based on evidence.

He could even imagine that if she was here now, she would inevitably argue with him, and Xue Jingning in his impression was a backbone woman who was not afraid of heavenly might.

She wasn't afraid of him, not at all.

This kind of cognition made him have mixed tastes, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

The ink pen was held in his hand for a long time, and the sound of raindrops outside the hall was sounding, Xiao Yan paused for a moment, and finally cantilevered his arm to point the ink, and repeated a word at the end of the sparse note, and the ink was very.

He closed it with one hand and handed it to the inner palace eunuch who was still bowing his head and bowing, and said in a gentle voice, "Send it to Pingcheng." ”

The palace eunuch respectfully raised his hands above his head and took it, and the red single word in the recital was dazzling.

- "Accurate! ”