Chapter 108 The Real World: Upcoming Court
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Du Le Le
Chapter 108 The Real World: Upcoming Court
real world.
Great Rong Kingdom Palace.
Qianyan was served and dressed by the palace servants, her beautiful eyes looked at the huge and clear mirror in front of her.
This was obtained in the hands of the raiders. She had scars on her face due to the fire, but she was not afraid to look in the mirror.Having been reborn countless times, she has long faced all this calmly.
The hair crown worn by the person in the mirror is exquisite and noble, and the black imperial dress with gold silk pattern matches the hair crown very well, and the silver mask on her face adds mystery to her.
She looks like thirteen or fourteen years old, if there are no accidents, she should be like this in her life, neither old nor long.
She collected her mood and walked towards the Golden Luan Hall.
Golden Palace.
Qianyan leaned lightly on the chair, and glanced coldly at the courtiers below: "Speak quickly if you have something to do, and come down if you have nothing to do."
After receiving Qianyan's words, the courtiers stood up one by one.
"Your Majesty, the drought in the north has lasted for three months this year, and the people's harvest has been reduced by more than half or even no crops. I implore Your Majesty to exempt the people in some places in the north that have been affected by the drought for a year from paying taxes."
"Yes, two years free."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is wise, Long live, Long live, Long live, Long live Your Majesty." The courtier was so moved that he kowtowed heavily before stepping aside.
"Your Majesty, I have a mission to play," another courtier stood up with a serious look on his face, "Your Majesty, the prime minister is late again, and I think you should be punished. As the prime minister of a country, I openly despise your majesty..."
"Do you know why he was late?" Qian Yan interrupted.
The courtier was stunned by the question: "I don't know, but it's always late..."
"I don't know, but I still play it. I love making small reports so much. Go back and face the wall. Think about where you went wrong. When will you figure it out and when will you come to court again?"
The prime minister was the talent she recruited, but it was just a small flaw.
"Your Majesty..." The courtier wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly thrown out by the guards.
"If you have the ability to be a prime minister, you are also allowed to be late."
All the ministers dare not answer, they are no match for that monster, the newly appointed guy should be rubbed.
"Your Majesty, the north was hit by a drought earlier, and I thought we could build a temple to pray for the common people... also..." The minister felt Qianyan's gaze, and sneaked a glance at her. Seeing her half-smile, his heart skipped a beat.
All the ministers of the old fritters: Yes, this new incumbent also wants to be rubbed by His Majesty.
"Zhou Qing think about what to do." Qian Yan said coldly.
The minister surnamed Zhou's cheeks were trembling, and his forehead was full of sweat: "It's because I didn't think carefully, I will think about it when I go back."
"I have a way here. You donate the money for building temples to relieve the disaster-stricken people. It is faster than building temples to ask immortals and worship gods. One year on the ground, one day in the sky, the people of the world can't wait. Zhou Qing, this matter I'll leave it to you."
The courtier surnamed Zhou knelt down on the ground, wishing he could slap himself in the face, could he say no?
"I have some things here, and the people from the Ministry of Industry will take them to ponder." Qianyan passed on some blueprints, and the blueprints for women's underwear had been handed over to the Shangyi Bureau.
The prime minister didn't show up until Sanchao, Qianyan asked the palace staff to find out what happened to her talent.
Not long after, the palace man ran over panting: "Your Majesty, the prime minister is in a bad mood and has no interest in going to court."
"Understood, go to the warehouse and pick some good things for him to send, so that people can coax more."
"Yes." The palace people are not surprised by this result, who can call the prime minister to be peerless?His Majesty is also a person who cherishes talents, and he also said that it is normal for talented people to have weird tempers.
(End of this chapter)
real world.
Great Rong Kingdom Palace.
Qianyan was served and dressed by the palace servants, her beautiful eyes looked at the huge and clear mirror in front of her.
This was obtained in the hands of the raiders. She had scars on her face due to the fire, but she was not afraid to look in the mirror.Having been reborn countless times, she has long faced all this calmly.
The hair crown worn by the person in the mirror is exquisite and noble, and the black imperial dress with gold silk pattern matches the hair crown very well, and the silver mask on her face adds mystery to her.
She looks like thirteen or fourteen years old, if there are no accidents, she should be like this in her life, neither old nor long.
She collected her mood and walked towards the Golden Luan Hall.
Golden Palace.
Qianyan leaned lightly on the chair, and glanced coldly at the courtiers below: "Speak quickly if you have something to do, and come down if you have nothing to do."
After receiving Qianyan's words, the courtiers stood up one by one.
"Your Majesty, the drought in the north has lasted for three months this year, and the people's harvest has been reduced by more than half or even no crops. I implore Your Majesty to exempt the people in some places in the north that have been affected by the drought for a year from paying taxes."
"Yes, two years free."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is wise, Long live, Long live, Long live, Long live Your Majesty." The courtier was so moved that he kowtowed heavily before stepping aside.
"Your Majesty, I have a mission to play," another courtier stood up with a serious look on his face, "Your Majesty, the prime minister is late again, and I think you should be punished. As the prime minister of a country, I openly despise your majesty..."
"Do you know why he was late?" Qian Yan interrupted.
The courtier was stunned by the question: "I don't know, but it's always late..."
"I don't know, but I still play it. I love making small reports so much. Go back and face the wall. Think about where you went wrong. When will you figure it out and when will you come to court again?"
The prime minister was the talent she recruited, but it was just a small flaw.
"Your Majesty..." The courtier wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly thrown out by the guards.
"If you have the ability to be a prime minister, you are also allowed to be late."
All the ministers dare not answer, they are no match for that monster, the newly appointed guy should be rubbed.
"Your Majesty, the north was hit by a drought earlier, and I thought we could build a temple to pray for the common people... also..." The minister felt Qianyan's gaze, and sneaked a glance at her. Seeing her half-smile, his heart skipped a beat.
All the ministers of the old fritters: Yes, this new incumbent also wants to be rubbed by His Majesty.
"Zhou Qing think about what to do." Qian Yan said coldly.
The minister surnamed Zhou's cheeks were trembling, and his forehead was full of sweat: "It's because I didn't think carefully, I will think about it when I go back."
"I have a way here. You donate the money for building temples to relieve the disaster-stricken people. It is faster than building temples to ask immortals and worship gods. One year on the ground, one day in the sky, the people of the world can't wait. Zhou Qing, this matter I'll leave it to you."
The courtier surnamed Zhou knelt down on the ground, wishing he could slap himself in the face, could he say no?
"I have some things here, and the people from the Ministry of Industry will take them to ponder." Qianyan passed on some blueprints, and the blueprints for women's underwear had been handed over to the Shangyi Bureau.
The prime minister didn't show up until Sanchao, Qianyan asked the palace staff to find out what happened to her talent.
Not long after, the palace man ran over panting: "Your Majesty, the prime minister is in a bad mood and has no interest in going to court."
"Understood, go to the warehouse and pick some good things for him to send, so that people can coax more."
"Yes." The palace people are not surprised by this result, who can call the prime minister to be peerless?His Majesty is also a person who cherishes talents, and he also said that it is normal for talented people to have weird tempers.
(End of this chapter)
