The movement of the palace this night was clear to all the courtiers.

Although the palace can isolate the divine sense scanning, the changes in national fortunes caused by the battle between the two cannot be hidden from the immortal cultivators.

Prime Minister's Office.

The prime minister, who has been ill for a long time, rarely received the minister who came to "visit".

"My lord, the sky has changed, and it is Your Majesty who used the fortune of the country."

"When it is decided, it is decided, Your Majesty is determined to use the fortune of the country to kill immortals, which is very unfavorable to us."

"I beg you to take the lead, and we will live and die together."

"I don't know who is killed today, if it continues like this, Your Majesty will exhaust the fortunes of the country, and in this way, our hundreds of years of planning will be all in vain."

"My lord, you must come out and preside over the overall situation." All the loyal ministers wept bitterly.

The prime minister grinded the lid of the teacup slowly: "The old man has said a long time ago, Your Majesty, as the son of heaven, has a good temper, and there are some things that you should also clean yourself.

Zhou Chengyun, Shen Changfeng, look at what they are doing, even the Ten Directions World is a loss of face.

The Momeng has the intention of stabilizing the relationship between the Ten Worlds and the Terrans, but what about you, you are simply mud that can't support the wall."

"My lord," a court official was unwilling, "This matter has also happened in all dynasties, and no matter how you kill it, you can't ban it.

In the final analysis, our immortal cultivators are still higher than the existence of the human race, and we can't hide our flaws."

"It's stupid," the prime minister slapped the table angrily, "Don't hide the flaws, you guys showed the old man Yu, but as a result, there was no fart."

I have exposed my flaws thoroughly."

"Your Excellency is angry," the other saw that the situation was not quite right, and hurriedly played a round, "This is also an old disease, a historical legacy from ancient times.

The subordinates are anxious that if they let His Majesty continue to be willful like this, I am afraid that the consequences will be difficult to control."

"Of course, you can't let Your Majesty act willfully," the Prime Minister sneered, "What the old man said means is that you don't always get caught by Your Majesty and make yourself disgraced."

All the court officials nodded and smiled.

"Now the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the General Administration Department, and the Dali Temple have all had problems one after another," the prime minister glanced sternly at the past, "That's fine, it's better to give Your Majesty an emperor's addiction, so as not to be always resentful."

But the old man no longer wants to see the six parts go wrong, understand?"

"The subordinates understand." The crowd bowed.

"My lord," another person cautiously, "Ningzhou's affairs...... And the problem of this dead country......

"The old man has his own decision," the prime minister waved his hand, "The old man is in good health and can go to court." ap.

Everyone was overjoyed, and someone finally came out to preside over the overall situation.

Your Majesty, your arrogant good days are over.

Watch us work together to kill you.

The crowd went away rejoicing.

The prime minister looked at their backs and shook his head slightly.

The absolute strength of immortal cultivators above mortals has made them gradually lose the standard of judgment.

How can the current emperor be so easy to deal with.

"Your Excellency," a dark shadow flashed, "this is the latest news from our secret agent."

The emperor can use the embroidered envoy to find out the news of the court officials, and the prime minister can naturally insert his own eyeliner in the embroidered envoy.

Immortal cultivators in the palace are not allowed to enter, but mortals have no problem.

The prime minister took it and looked at it carefully, he raised it casually, and the paper ignited and turned into ashes: "It's really bold to talk about Shuyi, and want to replace Your Majesty."

Originally, I was expecting to be able to pinch His Majesty's tail and talk about the national fortune and killing immortals, but now, the prime minister feels that he has no place to put his face.

No matter what Xu Mochen said, he was also the emperor of the human race jointly elected by the ten worlds.

How can immortal cultivators be able to change at will?

"Pig's head!" The prime minister rarely burst into words, "The old man knows about the matter, keep an eye on it."

The shadow had just disappeared, over the doorway

turned around, but he was the steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"My lord, there is a letter from the palace," the steward trotted over to report, "and please take a look at it."

A letter from the palace?

The prime minister was stunned for a moment, took the letter, looked at the print on it, and suddenly squinted his eyes.

The Queen Mother returned to the palace.

After reading the letter, the prime minister stood up: "Arrange for the old man to leave for a while."

There are some things that he can't decide and need to report to the top of the Mexican League.

September into autumn, the morning meeting.

On the main hall of the court, there are still rows of seats, but the number is less than before.

After Xu Mochen successfully pulled out Dali Temple, there were three departments in his own hands.

Of these three departments, the officials of the Terran race who are now in power are naturally in charge.

All of them are upright, and although they are standing behind, they are all calm.

The court officials sitting in front are like sitting on pins and needles.

"I don't think things have changed a bit."

"Delusion, it must be delusion."

"The Criminal Department is having a hard time, among the three divisions, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Dali Temple are all from the human race."

"It's angry when I say it, a few days ago, the stupid fork of the Metropolitan Procuratorate actually participated in one of us, saying that it was the case of Qiannanwei and the dereliction of duty of the officials of the Criminal Department."

"The people from Dali Temple didn't come today, there should be an accident."

"Alas, you didn't receive any news, it was your Majesty who killed you in the palace last night."

"That night? I also saw it, and it deserves to be the fortune of the country."

"What are you afraid of, I look at Your Majesty, there is not much national fortune left."

The discussions are all about worrying about the country and the people.

With a shout from the chamberlain, Xu Mochen climbed the steps and sat firmly on the throne.

The courtiers saluted together, and Xu Mochen pressed his hands weakly: "Sit and sit, it's rare to have a court meeting, so don't make these false courtesies."

"Your Majesty's words are wrong," someone immediately spoke, "This ritual is determined by the saints, and it is the duty of a man to respect the monarch and follow the teachings."

This is the voice of the imperial history of the Metropolitan Inspectorate.

"It's okay to be loyal," Xu Mochen smiled, "You are all virtuous ministers who have worked with me for many years and have given full play to their strength in the process of unifying the world.

I have high hopes for you, and I am bent on creating a prosperous world together, and after a hundred years, you will also be able to enjoy the Taimiao with me......

Century?

Everyone sneered in their hearts, we are still alive and well after you die.

Worthy of enjoying the Taimiao yarn.

"It's a pity," Xu Mochen shook his head and sighed, "Actually, I have repeatedly emphasized that the quality of this official is very important, but there are always people who have not realized my good intentions and have repeatedly challenged my bottom line.

Something happened, even if I had the heart to cover it, but how could I cover it in this world, with everyone in the eyes and mouths of the people.

So you say, 'What should I do?'

I'm in a quandary."

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head and sighing.

Tang Derun's face was full of worry, he waved his hand, and the waiter presented a cup of ginseng tea.

Xu Mochen almost wiped away his tears, took the ginseng tea, took a small sip, and looked really haggard in the past.

The ministers, one by one, gritted their teeth.

Embarrassed, what are you embarrassed about?

You've killed the immortal cultivators of so many departments, it's hard to say anything now.

Why should men be embarrassed by men!