"When does the prince usually go to court?" Pretending to be nothing, Liu Yusheng asked.

"The time of the upper court is generally in the early hours of the morning, and the time of the next dynasty is uncertain, and it is possible to be earlier or later."

Liu Yusheng nodded clearly, and said strangely that she didn't have to wait for him to have breakfast, I was afraid that even he couldn't determine the time of the next dynasty.

Yesterday's incident in the imperial garden, his relationship with her was completely known to Concubine Liu, and I don't know if any courtiers will bring this kind of thing to the court for discussion.

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

Since Feng Qingbai was not there in the morning, she could take advantage of this time to do her own thing.

After a slight turn of thought, Liu Yusheng had a plan.

After breakfast, he got into the carriage of the palace and went out accompanied by Fu Yuzheng.

The base camp of the Liu family in Kyoto is in the capital, so there must be their stores in the city to make a living, she wants to go and see, and she has a bottom in her heart.

In the court, Liu Yusheng guessed correctly.

Someone really brought the matter of her following Qingbai to the court, which made the ministers hotly discussed.

"Lord Wang, it's not that the ministers want to meddle in the prince's private affairs, it's just that this matter can't be left unmentioned. The prince has a noble status, as the regent, he is already a benchmark for the children of the royal family, and even the surrounding countries are always watching the prince's every move, and the prince's personal affairs are bound to attract the attention of thousands of people. The identity of the princess needs to be worthy of the prince, so as not to be ridiculed by the world! ”

"Over the years, the prince has been regent, has been busy with government affairs, and has never been keen on family affairs, and the ministers are quite anxious about the prince, and now the prince has a plan, which should be a happy thing, but if the object is only a civilian county lord, this ...... Isn't that a joke! ”

"In recent days, rumors about the prince and the county lord of Ruyi have spread in the city, and the prince's actions in front of people have not shy away at all. If the prince really loves this woman, it doesn't hurt to accept it, but Princess Nanling, she can't do it. ”

The ministers, you are impassioned, and you treat the private affairs of Fengqing Baidao as a state affair.

The end is lively.

Feng Qingbai stood at the head of the civil officials, and slightly tilted his head to look at the officials who were foaming at the mouth, all of them were among the officials in the middle of the hundred officials, and they were all soldiers who were pushed out to block him.

Instead, those big officials stood aside with their hands clasped, watching their noses and noses, and not saying a word.

Waiting to see the play.

Feng Mohan sat on the dragon chair, holding his cheeks with one hand, his eyes drooping slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked more like he was too bored and sleepy.

In an early dynasty, almost most of the time the ministers were discussing this matter.

There are many voices of opposition, and there are also many voices of support.

Only the parties did not speak from beginning to end.

Until the retreat from the dynasty, no one heard the attitude of King Nanling.

Someone couldn't even hold back, and caught up with the man who was about to walk out of the main hall, "Lord Wang, what everyone discussed just now, I don't know what Lord Wang thought in his heart?" ”

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

"......" was stalked for a while, and only then did he come to say, "It's the prince's family ......"

"What does this king's family affairs have to do with you?" With a fluttering word, the man walked away.

Leaving a group of courtiers stunned in place, messy in the wind.

Dare to love them for bouncing on the court for so long, it is a one-man show.

They didn't take their words seriously.

This is the attitude of King Nanling.

You can talk and you can only talk.

But no matter how happy the discussion is, it has nothing to do with him.

It doesn't dictate any of his decisions.

When Feng Mohan arrived in the imperial study from the Jinluan Palace, the man was already sitting behind the desk and reading the recital.

Hundreds of books were folded, and in a moment, he was divided into two piles.

Ninety percent of the piles of almost all of them were pushed in front of him, "You can ignore these if you read them, and you can ignore them if you have nothing to say." ”

Seeing that there were less than ten copies in front of the man, the corners of Feng Mohan's eyes twitched wildly, "Uncle Huang, can you take a little more?" ”

There are so many of them, it will take him at least half a day to read them and not approve them!

"I can't." The man was already busy with the brush, and replied very ruthlessly, "In two years, you will have to take charge of government affairs, and you should learn to do these things now." ”

"Just because you don't have to work a bunch of government affairs every day, and you don't have to go to the harem every day to get wet with rain and dew, so you shouldn't be the emperor, Uncle Huang." Staring at the small hill-like fold in front of him, Feng Mohan was expressionless, and he wanted to burn these things with a fire.

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

The limited hours of the day are all consumed in saliva!

"How much responsibility you have, how much power you have, the whole world is yours, what are you dissatisfied with."

"If you think it's good, I'll give you this world, you can do it." Would you like? Standing and talking does not hurt your back.

The man's gaze swept over lightly, and Feng Mohan immediately lowered his head to read the excerpt.

But whoever speaks at length, throws it.

A few words, throw.

If the handwriting is not good-looking, throw it.

Densely written, thrown.

……

Soon, the small hill pile was almost solved, and Feng Mohan picked up the brush, opened the few remaining folds in front of him, and slowly approved.

There are policies and countermeasures, and he can work hard, but he will definitely not die.

Most of the people who are emperors are short-lived, why? It's for the tired!

Feng Qingbai pressed the corner of his forehead that jumped up on the opposite side, but finally didn't say anything.

The folds he pushed to the little boy were all selected, and the ones that really needed to be carefully reviewed were the ones in front of him.

After he has reviewed it, he will let the young man take it over and read it carefully, so that he can learn how to govern the country.

"Uncle Huang, those people know that they can't influence your decision, why do they have to discuss your matter with Aunt Liu in the court in a high-profile manner?" After brushing and approving the two folds, the little boy couldn't hold back anymore, biting the pen and asking.

The corners of Feng Qingbai's lips were slightly hooked, and there was a plausible irony flowing in his eyes, "Their real purpose is not to force the king to express his position on the spot, but to use the appearance of 'opposition from the ministers' to guide public opinion in the world." At that time, the whole world will say that this king should not marry a commoner woman, and if this king wants to go his own way, then he will lose the hearts of the people in an instant, and his prestige will fall to the bottom. ”

Feng Mohan was dumbfounded for a while, this method is really poisonous. The most feared thing by those in power is to lose the will of the people, and once it reaches that point, a game of chess is equivalent to losing most of it.

At the same time, his admiration for men became stronger, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

No matter how cunning the enemy is, Uncle Huang can also 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 he was really not the material to be an emperor.

Or, grind Uncle Huang again and let him take this position back? "Peasant Girl Blessing Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet",