In the draft and anti-draft battles, Yun Wangyue has accumulated rich experience in struggle, and Shu Ange successfully inherited her experience after entering the mission, and she wanted to change her excuses and gag the courtiers.

However, the ministers are full of energy this time, and they are bent on filling her harem. There are even ministers in the main hall who are in tears, and they keep mentioning the emperor's plea, as if the empress is not married, the royal family will wither in a blink of an eye, and the world will immediately be in chaos.

On the Jinluan Palace, Shu Ange sat on the dragon chair, looking at the civil and military officials with a blank face, and rarely abandoned their previous suspicions, and persuaded her to draft together with tears.

Everyone sang and I appeared on the stage, which lasted for several days, and on the seventh day, Shu Ange finally relented.

"The draft is led by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and handled by the Ministry of Rites."

Shu Ange made a final decision, and the court was silent, no one expected that His Majesty would let go of his mouth like this after holding on for so long.

After a moment of coldness, a new round of quarrels broke out in the hall.

The clan relatives headed by King Qing strongly demanded that Zongzheng Temple preside over the draft, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs was naturally unwilling to give in, and the Ministry of Rites believed that the draft should be led by the Ministry of Rites according to the rules of the ancestors.

Shu Ange didn't talk nonsense, and when the ministers were arguing, he threw out a sentence lightly: "It seems that you have a lot of opinions about the draft, so put it on hold for the time being." ”

As soon as they heard that it was put on hold, the ministers who had been fighting like black chickens before immediately bowed their heads and shouted in their mouths Your Majesty Shengming, and there was no objection to the draft.

After staying in the next court, Shu Ange was exhausted, and met with Tsing Yiwei in the imperial study, and there were several books on the imperial case, almost all of which were related to Xuanjing.

Several officials who usually have little intersection with each other at the same time proposed that the reason why His Majesty has not drafted a big wedding for a long time is because of the bewitchment of the holy monk Xuanjing.

They praised Shu Ange as a peerless monarch in the recital, and on the grounds of the well-being of the people in the world and the eternal rivers and mountains of Qingluo, they implored His Majesty to be far away from Buddhism and be virtuous.

The last thing Shu Ange wanted to see was that Xuanjing was involved, and after she sent Tsing Yiwei to investigate, she found that there were really the handiwork of King Rong and King Yingyang behind several people.

"Pay close attention to the words and deeds of several people, and at the same time, if there are rumors that are unfavorable to Xuanjing, we must curb them in time, and at the same time, we must play with me as soon as possible."

"Obedience."

After Tsing Yi Wei went down, Shu Ange sighed and threw a few books into the brazier, allowing them to turn to ashes in the brazier.

The beginning of the draft also means the beginning of trouble, Shu Ange intends to take an illusory shot, and directly hold a hundred flowers banquet at that time, so that young talents and girls of school age in the DPRK and China can have a blind date that will not be separated.

But King Rong and King Yingyang will definitely take the opportunity to intervene in the draft, and it will be another tough battle.

Shu Ange looked at the twists and turns like a hill, only to feel dizzy, so he simply put it all aside and set it up in the Huangjue Temple.

The clear scenery in the temple is infinite, Shu Ange walked with his head bored, and unconsciously arrived at Xuanjing's residence.

At the beginning of summer, the blue water is like a jade shimmering light, and the lotus leaves are clustered and slim. She stood at the wooden bridge, looking at the beautiful scenery of this good day, and was in a dilemma.

The trestle is only seven or eight feet, but the people on the other side of the bridge seem to be thousands of feet away from her.

The lotus wind sends the fragrance, the bamboo dew drops are clear, and the time is leisurely with the day. The window is ajar, and the mirror is chanting, and his mind suddenly moves.

He put down the scripture book in his hand and got up to close the window, but saw Shu Ange standing in a daze.

(Okay, well, hey, it's all tired compared to the Blue Bridge, and the Lun family is the most tired~ Everyone is going to school and going to work today, and I instantly feel that the cars and horses in front of the door are cold...... ）