Rumors are intensifying.

I don't know who started first, causing the people to kneel in front of the palace gate to petition, "Please let your majesty let the holy monk of Sanskrit sound out of the palace-"

"Your Majesty, please release the Sanskrit sound holy monk ......"

"Your Majesty, please......"

All the people surrounded the palace gate and knelt on the ground to petition, and the momentum was huge.

In the dark, Baili Purple Sleeves couldn't help but feel good when she saw the scene directed by her own hands.

A thirteen-year-old girl already has a maturity beyond her age, a ghost domain scheming, and a ruthless wrist.

She didn't care what kind of impact this move would have on the Red Sleeve Country. Anyway, this country is not the country of her hundred miles of purple sleeves.

What Baili Purple Sleeves wants is that the people's hearts will be shaken, and the people will riot, and it is best to pull Baili Red Makeup down from the position of the empress!

"Baili red makeup, now, this king wants to see how you end up......"

Even if you give up the Sanskrit sound and leave the palace at this moment, the people's hearts have been lost, and the prestige has been greatly reduced, when this king will replace him one day, there must be no one to oppose it!

A smug sneer appeared on Baili Zisleeve's lips, and after one last glance, the group of foolish people who were incited to kneel at the palace gate to petition quietly turned around and left.

It's like you've never been here.

The Palace of the Red Sleeve Country.

On the Golden Luang Palace.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty had solemn faces.

"Your Majesty, the Sanskrit Holy Monk is a high-ranking monk in our red-sleeved country, and he is highly respected in the hearts of the people, how can you do such a foolish thing!"

"Yes, there are thousands of good men in the world, if you fancy someone's son, the income of the harem is, why is it a Sanskrit holy monk......"

"Your Majesty still quickly followed the wishes of the people, let the Sanskrit Holy Monk out of the palace, don't make a mistake again and again!"

“……”

It is said that three women are in one play, and the Manchu Dynasty in the Jinluan Palace is full of women, far more than one play.

One person and one sentence, that scene can be imagined.

However, under the Tianwei Fengyi, the chaotic sound became smaller and smaller.

until it disappears.

Rao is dissatisfied with the empress, but as subordinates, they can't commit a big rebellion.

Fenghua lazily raised his eyes, under the curtain of Jiuyi phoenix crown beads, the Lingling phoenix eyes slowly swept over the faces of the ministers one by one, and everywhere the eyes looked, everyone lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, their red lips opened lightly, and asked casually: "Zhuqing is finished?" ”

Ministers: "......"

And did not dare to speak.

Damn it.

Obviously, the person who did the wrong thing was the empress, why did they look at her inexplicably...... Guilty?

The empress, who has long black hair and purple clothes, sits on the phoenix chair above Her Majesty, her bright and delicate face does not distinguish between joy and anger, but the expression between her eyebrows and eyes is cold and beautiful.

I could only hear her gorgeous and noble voice, which sounded softly in the Jinluan Palace.

Word for word.

"I'm here to tell you clearly—"

"I love the Sanskrit holy monk very much, and I want to marry him as a husband and the Fengjun of the red-sleeved country."

"Out of the palace?"

"Absolutely, none, may, can."

The words fell.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were faintly in a commotion.

Doctor Yushitai came out and shouted: "Your Majesty must not, Your Majesty must not!" ”

"You have already committed the anger of the people now, if you forcibly marry the holy monk of Fanyin as my red-sleeved country Fengjun, maybe some people will be excited and revolt, then it will shake the foundation of the country!"

She admonished bitterly, knelt down after speaking, kowtowed heavily, and said, "Please think twice, Your Majesty!" ”

The ministers agreed, and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Please think twice, Your Majesty-"

"What if, not forcibly?"