Belch... I sat unfazed behind the luxurious golden throne of the Golden Luang Palace, looking through the dense beaded curtains at the princes and ministers kneeling on the ground, with a completely expressionless face.

Sitting behind the bead curtain, although I was paralyzed on the surface, my heart was like a deer, jumping all the time, and I was very nervous.

Sure enough, I thought that the years when I pretended to be an idiot were not in vain, and when I encountered such a huge and serious scene, I would subconsciously be expressionless, which made people unable to see the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in my heart, let alone nervousness.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

"Everyone loves Qing's body!"

Yexue was dressed in an imperial robe embroidered with auspicious dragon patterns with gold threads, wearing a pure gold head, decorated with a crown of South China Sea pearls the size of a thumb's belly on the front and back of the boy's tribute, sitting majestically on the throne inlaid with precious stones, his eyes lazily glanced at a circle of ministers kneeling on the ground, and his voice was faint but very powerful in the empty hall, as if it could go straight into people's hearts, making people feel a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.

This guy was really born to be an emperor, yesterday when the Bodhisattva strengthened his training for him, he still looked scared, this morning when he sat on the throne that symbolizes power and status, his temperament has completely changed, and it has become so that I almost don't know him, but I have a strong sense of pride in him from the bottom of my heart.

This young man is the emperor I taught! Of course, I automatically blocked out the side effects of turning this boy into an emperor.

After not going to court for several days, coupled with the things about me that are being publicized by the outside world now, and the mountains of twists and turns piled up day after day, these ministers will definitely rush out to appeal to the emperor, complain, and even ask the emperor to deal with my affairs. It's a pity that what makes me dumbfounded is that the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty looked at the young emperor sitting high on the throne, with lazy eyes, hooked corners of his mouth, and purple-eyed and silver-haired young emperors, who didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, and lowered their heads one by one, just like students who were reprimanded by the head teacher, and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

I finally knew why the common people all over the country called Yexue a bloodthirsty, murderous, and murderous demon emperor, and I also understood why Yexue didn't go to court for half a month, and those ministers only dared to hand over folds frantically, and no one dared to run to urge Yexue to go to court.

Xiao Mencius, who was standing next to Yexue, swept his eyes around the silent ministers below, and saw that none of them knew that they wanted to stand up with their heads down, and a shrill and high-pitched voice suddenly sounded in the empty hall: "There is a book to play, and there is no book to retreat from the court-"

After Xiao Mencius finished shouting, there was still a dead silence in the huge court, and the ministers looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up.

This, is this the end? I watched it all in amazement.

What about the magnificent scenes of tongue battles that I imagined would appear?

I spent the night rehearsing all the possible scenarios, but I never imagined that such a scene would happen in front of me, which made me cry and laugh.

Could it be that they had no objection when they saw a woman sitting in the palace where the emperor was discussing political affairs with his ministers? Shouldn't this be an earth-shattering event that shakes the foundation of our ancestors?

Sure enough, the tyrant is better than the holy king, and it only takes a ruthless look to make all the ministers obey.

It's a pity that the ministers don't want to find trouble, but it doesn't mean that the young emperor sitting high on the throne won't find trouble.

"Wait a minute, you Aiqing is fine, I have something to ask you!"

Ye Xue's lazy voice with an evil smile sounded faintly in the empty hall, obviously it sounded like a pleasant face, but I clearly saw the ministers below shrunk and trembled.

"The smiling spring is peachy, and the clouds are piled with green buns; The lips are full of cherry blossoms, the pomegranate teeth are fragrant, and the beads are swirling and the stars are shaking, and the flowers are shaking and the dragon and snake are moving. Lord Liu, I didn't know that you had such a good literary talent, and if you didn't go to the Hanlin Academy to draft the edict, you were really buried! ”

In the black pressure of a low-hanging head, one was in the back rows, the body was chubby, and the minister who looked to be forty or fifty years old fell to his knees with a 'flutter', and the cold sweat on his fat and fleshy face was dripping down.