The household department is in charge of finances, and the little emperor who got the household department originally thought that he could use money to restrict the other six departments, but it didn't take a few days to find out that there was only money in his hands, no one had no power, and no one in the court listened to her.

At this moment, Jun was drunk and smiled again and found her.

"Does the emperor want the ministry?"

He was holding a red tulle coat with deep eyes.

There was a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his heart.

The little emperor hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and took the gauze in his hand and shook it, unfolding it to see.

It was a thin piece of clothing that looked like the famous prostitutes of the Chu Pavilion in Qinlou, only a few thin layers, and it couldn't cover anything.

The gauze clothes are light and thin, but they seem to weigh a thousand pounds in your hand.

The little emperor's face was gloomy, and Prime Minister Jun said with a smile on the side: "The emperor's appearance is unparalleled, if you wear this dress, in the depths of the lotus flower in Xiaoyuntan, I don't know if it is a flower or a person is more ......beautiful."

Before he finished speaking, the little emperor raised his hand, threw the sari on him, and slapped it angrily.

Jun drunk effortlessly grabbed her raised hand into his hand and pulled her into his arms.

knew that it would not be good for him to be angry with him now, but the little emperor still gritted his teeth angrily: "Don't go too far!" ”

Jun Zui smiled in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I and your entire ministry, you give me a spring dream, what is too much about such a reasonable deal?" ”

The little emperor clutched his shirt tightly, and his phoenix eyes were sharp: "I am the emperor, and the world is mine!" ”

"Yes, you will always be the emperor." Jun Zui stretched out his hand and jerked her into his arms, and the two of them were closer to each other, like a pair of intimate lovers.

He smiled playfully: "But in this world, it may not be anyone's." ”

After speaking, Jun Zui picked her up horizontally and put her on the bed.

The struggle of the people below him was nothing more than a seasoning for him.

The court can't fight for it, and in private, he is being manipulated at will, and he can do whatever he wants, the little emperor's eyes are red, but he refuses to shed tears in front of him.

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The little emperor refused to wait for the prime minister, so there were no officials, and it was still difficult to move an inch in the court.

At this time, the northern flood, the people of Li were displaced, and the prime minister was ruthless, determined to really carry forward the spirit of the traitor, so when the little emperor opened the treasury to save the people from fire and water, the prime minister ignored it.

The hair of the household department was in a hurry, but the prime minister did not speak, and the officials did not dare to send people.

The little emperor was angry in the court, pointing at the drunken nose of the emperor and scolding: "Something with a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs!" ”

Prime Minister Jun did not dodge or dodge, and knelt down respectfully: "The minister is afraid." ”

"Are you afraid? You can't wait to cover the sky with one hand! Even the people are not in their eyes! ”

Jun Zui raised a pair of indifferent eyes, looked at the little emperor who was pointing at his nose and scolded him, and smiled, meaningful: "If the emperor wants to save the people of Limin, there is naturally a way to save it, it just depends on whether the emperor is willing or not." ”

Hearing him say this, the little emperor trembled with anger, and swept the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table to the ground.

The Son of Heaven was furious, and the ministers of the court and the central government fell to their knees one after another, and no one dared to speak.

The little emperor looked at them coldly, angry and disheartened.

"Okay, okay."

With that, she brushed her sleeves away.

In the evening, the gentleman who was waiting in his house really waited for the chief eunuch who came to the palace to deliver the message.

"Prime Minister, the saint is invited."