Xie Linzhi sat at the table and lowered his eyes to see the fold handed over to him.

It's all this morning's excerpt, and he knows what is written in it even if he doesn't read it.

Draft.

Xie Linzhi's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he raised his hand to remove the pile of folds, but his fingertips pressed on the folds for a moment, and then he gently lifted them up and landed on the brush on the side.

He raised his eyebrows, lifted his pen, and began to review the folds without any expression.

In addition to the matter of the draft, there were also a few other trivial matters, and the minister asked about the disposition of the King of South China in the song.

Xie Linzhi's pen tip pressed lightly.

The King of South China should have handed it over to the little emperor on the day he brought it back, but the King of South China did know something, and he did not intend to hand it over until he completely pried open his mouth.

Xie Linzhi rejected the suggestion that the king of South China should be put to death, and bowed his head and took down a copy of the excerpt.

He has already found out King Su, but he has not yet figured out what kind of confidence King Su has to stir up the court here.

Xie Linzhi's investigation was clear, King Su's army was only 50,000, plus the 20,000 soldiers secretly sent by the King of South China, it was only 70,000 troops.

And the imperial city has an army of 200,000, according to his contact with King Su when he went to Lingnan, he is a smart man, and he will not think of hitting a stone with an egg.

That is, he has something else in his hand.

Xie Linzhi squinted his eyes slightly.

The seizure of power, tens of millions of conspiracies, in the end, could not be defeated by the army.

The tiger talisman that disappeared after the death of the first emperor is in the hands of King Su.

Xie Linzhi put this book aside and looked down at the next one.

The next book is still related to the draft, and it is the suggestion of a waiter in the Ministry of Rites.

He believes that His Majesty's first general election should be cautious, in addition to selecting from the children of various ministers, the conditions should also be relaxed, as long as a woman of good family is of the right age, she can participate in the draft.

A list of women of working age in the Ministers' Offices is also attached below.

The list is very long, sweeping down in a row, there are more than 100 people, even if only one person is allowed to participate in the draft, there must be seventy or eighty show girls selected.

If you add the woman sent by the people-

Xie Linzhi pursed his lips slightly.

The tip of his pen fell on the fold and wanted to write a no-go, but the tip of the pen hovered for a long time, and the ink was smeared, and he didn't write the word.

The emperor is unkind.

Xie Linzhi thought softly.

This person was obviously brazenly pretending to be Chinese medicine half a month ago, and teasing him openly, when he returned, he was still caring and comforting, but in the blink of an eye-

In the blink of an eye, the draft was agreed again.

Xie Linzhi raised his eyebrows, looked at the black ink dots that had been blurred for a while, picked up the pen and wrote a word next to it, and threw the fold aside, and his eyebrows and eyes were lightened.

The little emperor is still too young, what weight can the so-called like have. He likes today's beautiful things, maybe tomorrow will be a better one, and he forgot today's-

"Your Excellency." A low voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"My lord, Your Majesty climbed the wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion and now I dare not come down." The man described the situation, and then his voice tinged with a little distress.

He didn't seem to know what to do with this matter, and asked, "Is it better to take Your Majesty in, or send Your Majesty away—"

Xie Lin suddenly clenched his pen.