Jia Dongfeng's thoughts were drowned out by the noisy and noisy of the vegetable market in the Manchu Dynasty, but Zheng Youwei's crazy words that seemed to be indiscriminate before leaving the court echoed in his ears: "As long as you want to use people, you will inevitably be traitorous and disruptive ministers, and you can't control the beasts and eat rotten wood as officials, not to mention that you don't have a harem, and you don't have any reliance and constraints......"

Now that his throne has not yet been secured, and the hidden dangers of the Northern Wei Dynasty have not been eliminated, have this group of people started party fighting?

Who said that the harem must be restrained to contain the former dynasty?

Who says you have to kill to shock people?

Jia Dongfeng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Enough." ”

The temple fell silent.

I have to say that Jia Dongfeng's face is still a little similar to the Holy Emperor.

Moreover, Jia Dongfeng has not killed the minister since she took the throne, which does not mean that she will not kill the minister.

The ministers were silent and looked at Jia Dongfeng with blank eyes, hoping that she would make a decision.

Jia Dongfeng looked around the ministers calmly, and said indifferently:

"Lee Woo-kwon."

"The minister is here."

"Are you guilty?"

"Minister...... Ignorance. ”

"You wrote the emperor's eulogy, right?"

"Yes......"

"You have a mistake or omission, Emperor Shunsheng wrote Emperor Shengshun as Emperor Shengshun, which is a great disrespect to the first emperor. If you are old and a first offender, you can just hit the court staff six times. ”

"Your Majesty, the law of the Great Zhou is not a doctor!" Li Youquan was in a hurry, although he had mistakes and omissions, but it was the first draft of the eulogy, and he had already changed it when he copied it, Jia Dongfeng was not only turning over the old accounts at this time, but also turning over the old draft, it was simply a crime that he wanted to add, and the six strokes of the court staff were the pain of flesh and skin, but this involved the dignity of civil officials.

"Hmm......" Jia Dongfeng frowned and thought for a long time, and finally raised his eyes to look at Li Youquan, that gaze was threatening and shocking, so that Li Youquan couldn't help but stand on end, "I understand, Li Qing thinks that a soldier can be killed but not humiliated?" ”

Li Youquan's right eyelid jumped suddenly, and his chest was also clouded for a while, and he involuntarily knelt down: "The minister is guilty, and the minister is punished!" ”

Dignity is precious, but life is even more valuable.

"Meng Chang."

"The minister is here." Meng Chang stood up with high spirits. He thought confidently that he was a military general, and he was not afraid of playing the board.

"You've been married for a year, haven't you?"

"Yes......" Meng Chang was a little confused by the second monk, Jia Dongfeng wouldn't want to punish his wife, right? On what grounds?

"I heard that you have been married for a year and have not come out, I am a little worried about you, unfilial piety is the greatest, how about sending you a few beautiful concubines?"

"Your Majesty, the minister is wrong......" Meng Chang pounced and knelt down. Where is the tigress at home who is vegetarian, if Jia Dongfeng really rewards him with a few concubines, I am afraid that he will kneel on the washboard every day until dawn.

Jia Dongfeng nodded with satisfaction, watched the palace guards finish beating Li Youquan's buttocks, and asked indifferently, "What else do you recommend?" Let's talk about them one by one. ”

The ministers were silent.

Who would dare to speak.

This Jia Dongfeng doesn't look as ruthless as the Holy Emperor, but he is a complete scoundrel.

You reason with her, and she either buttons your hat or puts her hand in your house.

"If Zhongqing has nothing to say, then I can say it." Jia Dongfeng looked around the hall calmly, named the names of a few old ministers, and found a thousand strange but high-sounding reasons, either degrading or withdrawing.

The imperial court has become a tool for the gentry to make profits in their hands, and the people have no way to appeal under their high tax burden, so she endured it for a long time, digging out her mind to collect enough evidence and then clean them up.

But in today's situation, it seems that there is no need for it.

What reason do you want for such a refreshing change, she is a king, they are ministers, her eyes are like torches, and she wants to repair them, just one word.

After the dismissal of these moth-eaters, Jia Dongfeng read a list of names of young talents and replaced them one by one.

Without exception, these people have all been in Chonghua Palace, and their former identities are all her faces.

Looking at the vigorous and handsome and elegant faces raised high in the new court, Jia Dongfeng was very satisfied.

"Nie Qing, the secretary of the military department, was coerced by the thieves and made a big mistake without realizing it for a while. However, Nie Qing has died, and his son Nie Feng is known for his talent and is ordered to perform the post of secretary of the military department. General Fu Yan told the old man to disarm, and his son Fu Huanqing made meritorious contributions to quelling the rebellion, was named the protector of the country, and concurrently served as the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses. Jia Dongfeng cleared his throat and said the last two graces after ascending the throne.

Nie Feng still needs to be sharpened, but the honor and favor he has given him are very special, and he will never betray himself, nor will he delay Fu Huanqing's military plane.

And Fu Huanqing is worthy of the first prince of the Great Zhou.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The ministers trembled and shouted long live.

"Retreat!" Jia Dongfeng pressed the corner of his forehead, it was really a little sad, but fortunately it was all solved.

The afternoon after the dispersal of the dynasty is a rare time to light, the Rende Palace is filled with the unique fragrance of osmanthus in autumn, and there is a stack of thick folds stacked on the imperial case, but Jia Dongfeng does not review the imperial case, just kneeling in the corner at will, sweating profusely dismantling the folk silk loom, Jia Huaibi is playing with the small parts she dismantled from the silk loom, and from time to time let out a pure laugh like a silver bell.

From time to time, the palace attendants took Jia Huaibi and tried to stuff some small parts into his mouth:

"Your Highness, this can't be eaten!"

"Your Highness, you can't eat this!"

……

"Your Majesty." Fu Huanqing was dressed in a dark uniform, and the armor on his body was finely layered, and he had already changed into Jia Dongfeng's special chain mail.

"This is going north?" Jia Dongfeng stood up and walked quickly to Fu Huanqing's side, with a lingering remembrance in his eyes.

Xiao Hengyuan escaped only half a month, and the Empress Dowager Feng of the Northern Wei Dynasty was assassinated, and Xiao Hengzhi did not know where to go. Xiao Hengyuan has purged the 100,000 troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he has already approached the city of Qinzhou with great momentum, I have to go. Fu Huanqing sighed and stared at Jia Dongfeng deeply, his eyes were also full of reluctance.

Since the death of the Holy Emperor, Jia Dongfeng changed out of a dark robe, and mourned the Holy Emperor according to the customs of the Great Zhou.

"Remember to write to me." Jia Dongfeng stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Fu Huanqing's waist, and habitually pressed his face against his chest, "Don't get hurt anymore." ”

"Hmm." Fu Huanqing responded, and stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Jia Dongfeng's shoulder, "Your Majesty, take care." ”

"Uncle." Jia Huaibi dropped the small parts at hand, took a step away from his short legs, walked quickly in front of Fu Huanqing, fluttered his long eyelashes like a small fan, and called out in a milky voice, "Huaibi also wants to hug!" ”

"Good!" Fu Huanqing let go of the arm that was wrapping around Jia Dongfeng, and Jia Dongfeng had to let go of Fu Huanqing's waist as well.

Fu Huanqing picked up Jia Huaibi and spun in circles while throwing and catching: "Isn't it fun?" ”

Jia Huaibi laughed: "Haha, it's so fun!" "It's fun, it's true, and it's also true that I don't want my uncle to hug my mother. Daddy has never hugged his mother......

"Okay, okay," Jia Dongfeng looked at the big and small dotingly, "Uncle Huanqing is still going to go on the expedition, don't delay the time." ”

Jia Huaibi pursed his lips, why didn't he want to delay time when his mother hugged his uncle?

Seeing Fu Huanqing walk out of Rende Palace, Jia Dongfeng's heart suddenly became empty.

In the past, she had the Holy Emperor, Fu Huanqing had Fu Yan, they could laugh and scold carefree, and they could never go back to such heartless days.

"Mother," looking at Jia Dongfeng's rather lonely expression, Jia Huaibi panicked, couldn't it be that he made his mother unhappy?

"It's okay," Jia Dongfeng raised his sleeves and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Let's continue to play the game of dismantling things!" ”