In the palace city, Mo Lingfeng bathed and changed clothes, without a head full of pearls, his hair was tied in a high bun, he wore a gold crown, and he was dressed in a dark dragon robe, which was majestic and solemn, and the gold collar that rarely left his body was taken off, and he no longer wore it when he went to court.

She is not a dependent of rights, but a son of heaven with a sword in her hand, and her majestic posture does not need any gold and jade embellishment.

The candles in the sarong in the house are bright, the eldest sister of the Cheng family is in charge of the six divisions of the inner palace, the official is from the five products, and she is the envoy of the six divisions, wearing a cyan gown, with a high bun that is not messy, and a wooden hibiscus hairpin on her head.

Mo Lingfeng glanced up at the canopy above his head.

At the end of the hour, the moon has set, and the sky is blue and thin, like a plum-colored porcelain glaze, warm and soft, and there is light on things.

This alternation of day and night will be seen countless times in the future.

She withdrew her gaze, lifted the hem of her clothes with one hand, and boarded the court.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family accompanied the outside of the Ziwei Palace, there are palace doors in front and back of the Ziwei Palace, and the royal car stopped at the back door of the Ziwei Palace.

In front of the back door, there is a shadow wall, the vermilion screen frame, the golden dragon carved in the center of the screen, the side facing the Ziwei hall is carved with a golden phoenix, the four-horned bat flow cloud pattern, and the left and right sides are landscape screens.

After Mo Lingfeng got off the wheel, the forbidden army in the palace immediately took a knife to climb the Danqi and stood behind the throne.

There are no umbrella covers, fans, chamberlains, palace maids, only iron armor and long knives without temperature, which deter loyalty, suspicion, and rebellion.

The officials who had entered the palace before Mo Lingfeng were suddenly silent, waiting for the king with a wat board in hand.

Mo Lingfeng crossed the threshold, bypassed the screen, and ascended to the golden platform under the gaze of hundreds of officials, and the ministers at his feet knelt down and bowed three times under the guidance of the ceremonial officials.

They prostrate at the feet of the women, bowing their proud heads, with a deferential expression, and when they shouted three times, the voice echoed in the Ziwei Palace, and the gold, silver and jade objects in the hall seemed to shake because of this.

When the aftermath dissipated, Mo Lingfeng smiled lightly, "Flat."

The courtiers stood up and stood on their bows.

The emperor's gaze swept towards them, and their hearts immediately stagnated, and a sense of fear arose spontaneously - Mo Lingfeng was not a benevolent and righteous monarch, and all kinds of bloody methods on the battlefield had penetrated deep into their hearts, as if she looked at them more, and they would be splashed with blood.

In addition, everything has been peaceful recently, and there is no important thing to start, and the hall is silent for a while.

Mo Lingfeng saw that everyone was respectful and no one was doing anything, so he opened Chrysostom first: "Since the sacrifice to the heavens, the wind and rain in the country have been smooth, the civil and military have been united, the people are happy, and the city is strong, but there are only two national letters, which are unsatisfactory, the Jokhang tore up the national letters, did not conclude a friendly alliance, the Jin Dynasty was arrogant, and the military envoys of the Yin Dynasty were arrogant——"

Yin Nan listened attentively to Mo Lingfeng's words, but there was no reaction to the words "Yin Jian Military Envoy", and the nomadic Qing standing in front of her could only tilt his legs back and step on her.

Only then did Yin Nan react, step out of the ranks, bow down and say, "Your Majesty."

Mo Lingfeng smiled first, the smile was fleeting, and his face straightened: "I have a ninth enmity with Jin Yu, you are the humerus of the country, the pillar of the fortress, to Jin Yu, whoever crosses the border, you must not put one person wrong!"

"Yes!" Yin Nan raised his head and shouted angrily, and the other courtiers trembled.

When Yin Nan returned to the throne, Mo Lingfeng talked about Wu Desi in the tabloids - her expression when she talked about Dazhao's actions was careless, as if Dazhao was already a caged thing, and any of Zhao Zhan's actions were insignificant to her and would not disrupt her pace.

Daqi's courtiers have the bottom in their hearts, they are no longer panicked, and they can answer each other fluently, and at the same time, most of them were once officials of the Jokhang Dynasty, so it is inevitable that they will be a little stunned in their hearts.

Later, Mo Lingfeng asked the sailor again: "How is the Jeju City Sailor doing?"

He Qing was already afraid of Mo Lingfeng, and when he heard Mo Lingfeng call the city, he chuckled in his heart, and had to go out of the ranks, so he bowed and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the Jeju garrison has formed two battalions of sailors, with a total of 1,000 people, training outside the Jeju wharf, and is practicing the art of swimming, and will be able to cross the river across the deep water in a few days."

He said in a panic about the warship: "There are ten ships......

There were three people between Cheng Ting and He Qing, bored, quietly looking around, and first glanced at his old father

Dear, take another look at Mo Lingfeng, obviously sitting on the throne is the person he has seen since he was a child, but it is by no means the Mo Lingfeng he is familiar with.

Behind this Mo Lingfeng was a bright sword light, with a clear face and sharp eye lines, which was enough to erase all feelings.

When Mo Lingfeng looked over, his heart fell down violently, and he hurriedly lowered his head, and only came back to his senses after a while.

Without Mo Qianlan's Mo Lingfeng, he is too cold, hard, rational, and less human.

He Qing was still talking like water, he exhaled softly, and looked at Wu Jin with his spare eyes.

Wu Jin is at the head of the civil officials, standing straight, and his bearing is very consistent with the bright and solemn court, handsome, calm, and pleasant, anyone who sees him will believe him and get close to him, even if it is Mo Qianlan, he will eventually tell him and the plate.

He is like an old monk in the meditation, complete and silent, such as a large round mirror, Vientiane Senluo, mountains and rivers and the earth, the shadow of it.

The more this happens, the more it feels a pity - he will not have a home for the rest of his life.

There is no need to enter the paperwork, the dynasty, the king, and the people are already a huge net, weaving thousands of threads, firmly netting him in it, and he has no chance to struggle.

Cheng Ting retracted his gaze, didn't look around, lowered his head to look at his black leather boots, and forgot to think that the two most noble people in this hall were not perfect.

He pitied them and wanted to do something for them.

He Qing was verbose, and finally finished speaking, and in the short silence, Cheng Ting walked out of the column with an arrow with a bamboo wat and said loudly: "Your Majesty!"

His voice was not small, he was excited for a while, and it was even louder, Cheng Taishan's mind tightened a string, and he couldn't wait to cover Cheng Ting's mouth and drag Cheng Ting out of this majestic place.

He raised his head slightly, glanced at Mo Lingfeng, and saw that Mo Lingfeng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no look of annoyance, so he was a little relieved.

Mo Lingfeng said, "What's the matter, let's play."

Cheng Ting was not panicked under the burning eyes of everyone: "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that although there are only four states in the country now, the army is strong and strong, the treasury is full, and the sailors will be able to open up in a few days, and it is not difficult to expand the territory, Your Majesty does not have to worry about it, but there is a major event, Your Majesty must not worry."

He paused and said loudly: "The crown prince is the cornerstone of the country, and Your Majesty can choose a son-in-law when he is over twenty years old."

What Cheng Ting said, no one in the court really thought about it, and at this time he suddenly mentioned it, and everyone was dumbfounded for a while, and they didn't know how the empress should choose a husband.

Huang Yunshu quietly glanced at Wu Jin, thinking that the empress wants to choose a husband, what can she do?

This is the prime minister's talent, and he must not be raised in the deep palace, but seeing that he gets along with His Majesty and has affection for each other, is it possible to be in a high position and die alone?

Cheng Taishan's hanging heart was put down, and he glanced sideways at Wu Jin, Wu Jin's expression was respectful, and he did not fluctuate because of Cheng Ting's words.

Just as he was thinking about how to settle this matter, Hou Fuzhong said, "Your Majesty, it's better to choose, choose the ......

As he spoke, he couldn't say it anymore - if there was a man sitting on the golden platform, he would be able to have three palaces and six courtyards, and three thousand fans, but now he was replaced by a woman, and he couldn't say anything if he chose a few men, as if he had also been insulted.