In the early morning, the sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, and the entire imperial capital once again spent the dark night and slowly began to recover. The quiet atmosphere of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info is broken by the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, and the whole city seems to hide some kind of magical rhythm, and begins to flow slowly.

Empress Pars sat up violently from the wide bed, her eyes softening as she looked out the window at the alternation of light and dark.

Had a dream.

A nightmare.

In the dream, she became a loser and was abandoned by everyone. The bewitched commoner, armed with a sword made of rage, pushed her off the throne and was beheaded at the end of the First Avenue, in front of the whole world. People sang and danced because of this, and it was as lively as a festival. No one can feel grief because the emperor of an empire was killed by civilians, and it seems that her death is a good thing for the whole world.

All the stratagems, all the dreams, all the responsibilities on her shoulders were a thing of the past when the sword sliced through her neck. For a dead person, these are luxuries, and her only destination is nothing.

Gently exhaling the turbid breath in her chest, she got out of bed, took off her pajamas, and walked into the bathroom. Although the emperor is noble and the palace is magnificent, the emperor is still alone. It was impossible for her to get up from a bed of tens of thousands of square meters and take a bath in the service of thousands of maids. Like an ordinary nobleman, she woke up on her own, groomed herself, and waited for the maid to dress her.

There were some blue and purple veins hidden under the skin that was as smooth as freshly peeled egg whites, and the shower in the bathroom squirted warm water under the turn of the mechanism. Bathed in the water, she closed her eyes and recalled the absurd dream of the previous moment.

In her dreams, she seemed to see the disgusting faces of the nobles, and the distorted faces of the commoners.

Proud!

Wrath!

Ruthless!

There is no mercy alone!

Since when do you often have nightmares?

She thought about it, and since the third day of Ganwen's death, her sleep had become her biggest problem at the moment. The heavy work kept her from getting enough sleep, and it wasn't until she began to process the information that came in from all over the country every day that she realized how important Ganvin was to her and to the entire empire!

Every day, starting after breakfast and working until two or three o'clock in the evening, she spent almost all her time dealing with these things. But this is far from enough, far from enough! A large number of documents were deposited outside the study, and the mountain of envelopes made her scalp tingle and nauseous at the first glance. But she has no way, she is the emperor of this empire, the ruler of this empire, she must approve these things, only in this way can she ensure that the sovereignty of the royal family is not shaken by her negligence.

This damn situation, and that damn Blue Love!

Suddenly remembering the culprit, Empress Pars decided to wait a moment to find someone to ask how this guy was doing. She didn't want Lörf's death to be so easy now, if he was guilty. She hoped that this guy would suffer a little more, and only then would she be more comfortable.

The long hair formed a curtain around her waist with the flow of water, obscuring her almost perfect figure. Droplets of water fall on the full chest and are popped out by the elastic skin, splashing on the walls. She picked up something similar to soap and cleaned the sweat from her body.

The purge was soon over, and the ladies seemed to come to terms with the fact that Empress Pars was up early every day. By the time Empress Pars came out of the bathroom, there were already five maids standing aside, waiting to serve her.

Seven dresses of different colours and styles, but equally full of prestige, were worn on a wooden mannequin made to the proportions of the body of Empress Pars, which was still chosen by her.

He pointed to one casually, and the maids immediately got busy.

Two maids wipeed the water from Empress Pars's body with white bath towels, and under the guidance of the chief lady, the two maids untied and put on the same cumbersome clothes, and arranged the ornaments neatly.

After wiping it clean, they put their clothes on the body of the Empress of Pars, carefully examining every detail, every wrinkle, every corner of the garment, and even the threads. After this work was done, the more than twenty pieces of ornaments that had been dismantled began to be worn on the body of the Empress Pars in an orderly manner. In just twenty minutes, the empress, full of noble temperament, has been displayed in front of the maids.

The chief lady-in-waiting personally walked up to the Empress Pars and combed her hair.

The people who can comb the emperor's hair are the emperor's henchmen, and this chief lady-in-waiting is one of the empress's henchmen.

Her long, silky hair was slowly curled, divided into several pinches, and braided into a variety of elegant hairstyles that made Queen Pars look radiant. Empress Pars nodded with satisfaction, in fact, she had long been accustomed to "satisfied". After more than 370 years of evolution, there has long been a set of rules and procedures. There are standards for what kind of weather to wear and what color of clothes, and what kind of jewelry to wear for what kind of occasion, and even if Queen Pars needs to change, it will not change much.

The old folks of the House of Elders and the die-hard scholars of the Pravitra will spew the blood of those things that are unusual, so that Empress Pars will not be able to step down.

Therefore, she will not make these changes rashly when there is no need.

When it was all over, the chief maid and the maids bowed their heads, bent over, and slowly retreated. As a close attendant of the emperor, at any time and in any place, you must keep your hands and body facing the emperor, which is a rule to avoid some unexpected situations.

Empress Pars sighed, it was time to deal with the damn things again.

Since the end of the Chinese New Year, the conflict between several nobles who aspire to the position of prime minister has become more and more intense, and these nobles have even caused several group fights. If it weren't for their titles and status, the people of the entire imperial capital would be willing to believe that these people were bullies and ruffians better than nobles.

For the struggle between these people openly and secretly, Empress Pars has always been invisible, not because she can't control it, but because she doesn't want to manage it. She deliberately let these people fight, with only one purpose, that is, to select the strongest candidate. Gampon's death was not entirely bad for Empress Pars.

Gan Wen is a relatively rational prime minister, and when interpreting the word reason from the side, it may be associated with weakness. Gan Wen advocates achieving goals through political means, which is nothing more than a deal or a compromise. In peacetime, there really is nothing wrong with such a character. But the empire is about to be chaotic, and a weak prime minister is clearly no longer suitable for this era.

What Empress Pars needed was an iron-blooded prime minister, one who could push the war and win it when necessary.

In her mind, there is one of the most suitable candidates, and that is Rennes.

Wren is a bloody butcher, a man who advocates the use of violence to achieve his goals, and only such a person can break through the chaos and pull the empire back to its original track.

It's a pity that Wren didn't do it.

As for why he is unwilling to be the prime minister, the Empress of Pars is not clear, the position above the ten thousand people under this person has great authority, but Wren, a person who pursues interests, does not look down on it, which is somewhat strange.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to do it, if he really wants to be the prime minister, Empress Pars may not be able to suppress Wren if she asks herself.

Thinking about her thoughts, she slowly walked into the study, looking at the table that had been piled up and some documents were placed on the coffee table next to her, Empress Pars held her forehead, resisted the irritability in her heart, and sat behind the desk.

"There's a lot more stuff here than there was last night. ”

The waiter on the side immediately lowered his head, "Yes, Your Majesty, some were sent overnight, and they have been placed in your hand in chronological order." ”

There is such a magical equipment as the magic sound box, which is enough to talk to people thousands of miles away, why do you still use this kind of correspondence that is obviously behind the times? In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a matter of keeping a file.

For example, if there is a civilian rebellion in a certain place, the local city lord on duty will be faced with two choices, suppression, or compromise. He can't be the master himself, and of course he can say that he doesn't want to take the blame, so he has to consult the empire. If the problem of communication is solved through the magic sound box, the empress said to suppress this group of stupid beeps, and the city lord did so, but it caused even greater turmoil, whose pot is this?

Don't underestimate the shamelessness and shamelessness of politicians, maybe it's okay to throw a scapegoat in order to calm down the turmoil. You said that I asked you to do it, is there any evidence? There is no evidence, it means that you launched a crackdown without authorization, which caused serious consequences, and you have anything to say when you were sent to heaven?

But with such a physical medium, the situation is different, I have the approval of the empress, I am acting in accordance with the orders of His Majesty the emperor, I am just an executor, and I will not carry the pot.

No matter how advanced the times are, leaving enough space in politics is still the foundation of the political game. In another electronic world, is there still such a special department as the archives from top to bottom? What is the purpose? It is for fear that if there is a mistake in politics, someone will throw it out and take the blame.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, it has happened many times, and everyone has gradually moved from ignorance to maturity.

Looking at the things that can infuriate people, Empress Pars is almost crazy!

"Your Majesty the Honorable Female Emperor, I am the city lord of XX City, this winter XX City is particularly cold, and has been hit by a blizzard, many houses have been damaged, many civilians are homeless, can I take out some of the food and supplies in the official granary to help these poor civilians survive this winter? ”

Shit!

Don't you know how to judge such a small matter?

Empress Pars quickly wrote her consent, signed her name, and stamped the Emperor's seal and her personal seal, and it took her four minutes to ...... from the drive to the end.