shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 118: Court Discussion
Chongde Hall has always been the place where Emperor Liang held court discussions.

He was just a person on the dragon chair, but he was no longer the emperor at this time.

Behind the dragon chair made of gold and jade, a curtain was put down to block everyone's sight.

Song Qing'an was sitting behind the curtain, through the curtain, everything under the seat was vaguely visible, so he couldn't see clearly.

Those who followed Pei Qing were all Dongchang's confidantes, and they pretended not to see Song Qing'an tacitly.

All the ministers have finished kneeling and worshiping, and began to play matters.

They talked about ordinary things, such as where the drought happened again, where the tribute was paid and what.While listening, Song Qing'an distractedly looked at the Chongde Hall.

This is her first time here.

She raised her head, just in time to see the Xuanyuan Mirror facing the dragon chair on the top of the hall.

In the middle is a bead held by a panlong. It is said that if the emperor on the dragon chair is not a real dragon, the bead will fall off.

Song Qing Anding stared at the silver copper ball for a while, then looked away indifferently.

If this is the case, Pei Qing should have been smashed long ago, right?

Perhaps when repairing this place, the craftsman took special care to reinforce it, for fear that it would fall.It can be seen that the real dragon emperors are all self-proclaimed.

At this moment, there is no time, and most of the courtiers have finished playing.

Pei Qing, who had been silent all this time, finally opened her mouth, but what she said had nothing to do with what happened just now.

"Your Majesty has a decree to build the Xiantai from now on."

The hall was suddenly silent.

Sendai please?
Song Qing'an seemed to think of something, his complexion changed slightly.

"Pei's palm print, this... this is inappropriate."

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry hesitated for a while, and went out with the wat.

"What's wrong?"

Pei Qing put one hand on the dragon chair and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It's cumbersome to invite Sendai, I'm afraid... I'm afraid there won't be enough money."

Pei Qing lowered her eyelids, and tapped on the armrest with her fingers.

"But this is His Majesty's will, and our family is also following the will."

Minister of the Ministry of Industry bowed his head: "If you insist on repairing Xiantai, you will have to embezzle the money from the imperial court for disaster relief. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

"That's enough."

When Pei Qing interrupted him, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry fell silent, his face flushed red.

Corvée and taxes have been increased, and disaster relief money has to be deducted.How the public will react is predictable.

Song Qingan's eyes were heavy, and he naturally thought of this.

"Pei's palm print."

Liu Xiang suddenly came out and raised his voice, he bowed slightly, but looked straight at Pei Qing, sharp and undisguised.

"What's the matter, Master Liu?"

Liu Xiang bowed down respectfully, and the old voice said slowly, "Dare to ask Pei's palm print, build a fairy platform, is it really... His Majesty's imperial decree?"

Song Qing'an suddenly clenched his cuffs tightly.

The hall was silent, all the officials held their breaths and lowered their heads.

After a long time, Pei Qing laughed softly.

The sound made people feel nervous, he was clearly smiling, but it made people feel like Yan Luo.

"Master Liu is saying... is our family falsely preaching the imperial decree?"

He stopped laughing and raised his eyelids quietly.

"I don't dare. But in the palm of Pei's heart, it is clear."

Pei Qing stared at him for a while, then suddenly waved to the side.

The factory guard standing beside him stepped forward, and with a "Zheng", Pei Qing drew out the sword from his waist.

The blade of the sword was so cold that Song Qing'an could see it clearly even through the curtain.

Pei Qing dragged her sword and walked down slowly.The tip of the sword scratched across the floor tiles, making an ear-piercing sound.

His Highness courtier subconsciously backed down, but Liu Xiang did not budge.

"Our family thinks that Mr. Liu is very brave."

Pei Qing walked to his side, and casually patted Liu Xiang on the shoulder.

Liu Xiang froze, but still stood in place.

Pei Qing hooked the corners of her lips, and raised her hand to look at the blade, reflecting herself on the one hand and Xiang Liu on the other.

"Pei Qing, how dare you!"

Liu Xiang's eyes widened, and he asked sharply.

Pei Qing glanced at him nonchalantly, and the cold sword wind swept across the door, Liu Xiang wanted to dodge, but her froze body had no time to react.

There was a crisp cracking sound.The wat board he was holding was cut in half.

The cut was neat and smooth, and the sword was pointing at his neck right now.Liu Xiang's face was livid, and the hand holding the wat board trembled slightly.

Pei Qing looked at him, raised her eyebrows and threatened: "Does Master Liu still have any objections?"

Liu Xiang's brows were almost twisted into a knot. He didn't answer, but Pei Qing said "uh", "It seems that Mr. Liu is gone."

Pei Qing looked sideways, and Sen Han glanced at the rest of the courtiers: "What about you, is there something different?"

Jiang Taishi raised his eyes and knelt down first: "I obey the order."

With him at the head, the rest of the courtiers looked at each other and knelt down one after another: "...the minister obeys the order."

Only Xiang Liu was still standing in the hall, Pei Qingfu glanced at him again, smiled lightly and put down his sword.

He dragged his sword and walked slowly towards Minister of the Ministry of Industry, his clothes swept across the golden floor tiles, and all the courtiers bowed down, he was like a Shura who wanted his life.

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry buried his head very low, Pei Qing tapped the ground in front of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry with the tip of his sword, and said: "The matter of construction will be handled by the Ministry of Industry and the internal officials."

"The minister obeys the order."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry suppressed his trembling voice, fearing that if he made a slight mistake, the sword would cut his head.

Pei Qing nodded in satisfaction, turned around and headed up the dragon chair.

"Our family is also acting according to the order, and I hope that you adults will not make things difficult for our family. When His Majesty recovers and can come to court, I hope you adults can speak for our family."

As he walked, he spoke softly.It's just that the request-like words came out of Pei Qing's mouth, but they were no different from orders, even more like threats.

Song Qing'an stood up the moment he pulled out the sword, and her heart rose to her throat, for fear that Pei Qing would go crazy here and kill the minister.

Luckily... luckily he didn't.

Song Qing'an sat back slowly, and put one hand on his beating heart.

If Pei Qing really killed Liu Ziming on the spot, I'm afraid it will be his death in the future.

Just please Sendai...

Song Qing'an thought of that dream for no reason. In the dream, where Pei Qing was standing was a high platform.

Is it really such a coincidence...

Pei Qing threw the sword to the attendant, and then walked towards the back of the hall without stopping for another half step.

Liu Quan hurriedly said loudly: "Back to court——"
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"The princess got up late today, but did you sleep well?"

When Zhuyan came, it was already an hour after Song Qing'an returned from Chongde Hall.Strange to say, she no longer felt sleepy, but fell asleep again as soon as she hit the couch.

Song Qingan sat up, with his head down, in a daze.

Zhu Yan didn't care either, and called a maid to help her wash up.

"Princess, you can know that Lord Palm Print said today that he wants to build a fairy platform. The servant girl sent someone to find out. Then invite the fairy platform and build it in the palace."

"In the palace?"

"That's right." Zhu Yan hadn't noticed Song Qing'an's abnormality yet, so he wrung out the cotton towel and wiped her hands, "It's His Majesty's order, so Xiu often goes to the stage to worship in the palace."

Song Qingan was a little lost.

At that moment, she dreamed again...the palace collapsed in the raging fire, and the army with black armor in formation.

"Princess?"

Zhu Yan finally found out that something was wrong with Song Qing'an, and asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong with the princess?"

"……No."

Song Qing'an sighed, beckoning Zhu Yan to come closer.

"Zhao Cairen's place... go and find out."

She whispered to Zhuyan.

(End of this chapter)