"You are all my Haotian ministers, Jiangshan Sheji is inseparable from you, no matter how different your political views are, I hope you can help each other."

After smiling, he took a step forward and looked at everyone.

"Obey the order!"

Several people bowed their heads.

"It's late at night, so if you're okay, go back first."

Ji Xin said.

"The ministers are leaving."

Futu, Mo Liangjun, and Zheng Xize are all ready to retire.

Only Jimo Qinghe stood there.

"The minister still has something to say to the king."

"Hey......" Mo Liangjun showed doubts on his face, and was about to speak, when Futu pulled his sleeve.

"Gone, gone."

Zheng Xize took a deep look at the hall and turned to leave.

"Lord Futu, what are you pulling me for, I still want to see what is going on?"

On the steps of His Royal Highness, Mo Liangjun asked Futu as he went downstairs.

"Oh, you're so old, don't you know this?"

Futu had a gossipy expression on his face.

"You mean ......"

Mo Liangjun exclaimed.

"Shhh

Futu hurriedly covered Mo Liangjun's mouth.

"I think Prime Minister Zuo used the excuse of restricting Fengjun this time, and most of them had that kind of thought."

Fortu whispered.

"How can that be?"

Mo Liangjun frowned.

"What's this? Zuo Xiangsheng is good, and quite talented, and he is even more single-minded to the king, I think it is quite a match, if the king likes it, it is not impossible. ”

Futu patted Mo Liangjun on the shoulder and said.

Mo Liangjun still frowned.

"Shouldering the heavy responsibility of the imperial court, how can you be Fengjun?"

"This court is not going to collapse without the left minister, I think Master Zheng is good, and in time it will be the mainstay of the court!"

Futu said to Zheng Xize not far away.

Zheng Xize lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and nodded vaguely when he heard Futu mention himself.

Mo Liangjun still couldn't accept it for a while, and muttered a few sentences and followed Futu out of the palace.

"What else is going on with Qinghe?"

The palace clerk sat down again and asked.

Ji Mo Qinghe smiled warmly and took out a Qionghua from his sleeve.

"In the banquet, the minister saw that the Qionghua was shining on the side, and picked one with him"

"Qinghe?"

Look up.

"The minister was not very interested in the banquet of the king, and looked up at the moon, I don't know if he remembered the king."

Jimo Qinghe took a step forward and put Qionghua on the table in front of him.

Ji Xin picked up Qionghua, closed his eyes and sniffed carefully.

"Since the death of the king, there has been no one in this world to teach this king, and there is no one to discourage this king from drinking."

"Your Majesty,"

Instant ink and gently spoke.

"The deceased is gone, and the king's greatest wish must be that the king can be well."

"Qinghe, you come."

The auditor beckoned and asked Jimo Qinghe to sit down in front of him.

"This king often wonders if all this would not have happened if there had not been the battle of the rising sun, or the battle of twenty years ago, and then after thinking too much, he felt that it was meaningless, and since it was the way it is, it could not be changed."

Ji Mo Qinghe stared at the somewhat sad salary, and there was a little pity in his eyes in addition to gentleness.

"It is a blessing for the people that the king can think like this."

The clerk put his hand on his cheek.

"This king seems to be a little drunk again."

"Your Majesty,"

Smooth and gentle opening.

"The moonlight is just right tonight, I don't know if the king wants to see the moonlight like the rising sun again."

Ji Xin looked at Ji Moqing and Zhan Qing's eyes, which were wet, and she felt as if she was really a little drunk.

"Okay."

On the top of the Haotian Palace, Ji Xin sat among the bricks and tiles, and his posture was very casual.

"Did Qinghe bring this king here last time?"

Even on this roof, Ji Mo Qinghe's clothes were flying, and his hair was slightly swaying with the wind, but he was still an immortal, and he sat casually and looked like a peerless son.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ji Xin looked at Jimo Qinghe with some envy.

"Qinghesheng is so beautiful."

Jimo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then approached Ji Salary with a smile.

"Then the king, do you like it?"

Seeing that Jimo Qinghe was too close, he suddenly sobered up for half a minute.

"Qinghe looks like this, this king thinks everyone will like it."