Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 30 Princess Huanchu
At first, Zhao Chengfeng really didn't want to go to the flower boat tonight.

There are two reasons. First, he has not slept for two days and one night. Not only did he go to the fields on the outskirts of Beijing, he secretly came to the imperial capital, he also walked around Yunluo Ancient Street until dawn, and now he is standing in front of His Majesty again. Although he is a practitioner, , but still somewhat tired.

Secondly, not long ago, some of his actions caused collective dissatisfaction among the people of Kyoto. It is estimated that the outside of the palace has not been cleaned up yet, and the stench is overwhelming.
If this was his first day in Kyoto, wouldn't it make his already notorious reputation even worse if he went on a flower boat at night?

But now looking at Emperor Zhou, he has turned into the little old man who was chased up a tree by a big yellow dog in his first impression, looking at the clear and expectant eyes of this little old man.
How can I bear to say no?

I think His Majesty's romantic reputation 30 years ago should be no less than my own, and the palace is also full of flowers and flowers.

Now, because I want to get on the flower boat, I look forward to it.

I'm afraid not. I've been holding it in the palace for too long.

There should be no one around you who can take care of this matter.

Having been on the throne for a long time, even if you want to open your mouth to go out and have fun with people close to you, because of your age, status, and status, you may not be able to open your mouth in the end.

And it just so happens that I am a like-minded person in this regard.

Zhao Chengfeng frowned at the thought, still feeling unable to convince himself, and the matter itself was very strange.

At this time, the little old man who had looked expectant just now turned back into Emperor Zhou, and patted him on the shoulder with a serious look: "Nephew, don't get me wrong, I want to go with you, mainly for the convenience of being on the Huaihe River. I entrust you with some of Kyoto’s secrets.”

Zhao Chengfeng: "."

What secret, the secret of girls’ hard work?Or is it their secret hard work?
You bad old man...
But now that the words were said, as a junior, Zhao Chengfeng had no reason to refuse, so he nodded.

"That good nephew doesn't need to leave the palace today. He can stay with me for half a day to observe all the events in the week, which will help you become an official in the court."

Zhao Chengfeng noticed that Emperor Zhou's address to him changed from nephew to good nephew.
He replied: "Your Majesty has great love"

The word "love" is not an empty lie. Next, Zhao Chengfeng will follow the leader of Zhou Tianzhong to see how many complicated events and affairs a dynasty will have in a day. Of course, the most important thing is that he will see how Emperor Zhou The wisdom to deal with complex problems.

The first thing is of course the morning meeting on Sunday.

His Majesty was the only one in Kyoto on Sunday morning, and it never stopped for a day, and it was no different today.

When Zhao Chengfeng watched in the side hall, Emperor Zhou transformed again and became the Lord of Zhou Tian. When he walked into the Jinluan Hall with a pair of narrow eyes full of domineering and imperial appearance.

He always had the illusion that maybe the little old man who was driven up a tree by a dog and wanted to board a flower boat with eyes full of expectation was the real him.

But now his appearance is more about imperial duties.

Not only does he have to look never tired, but he also has to look extremely powerful, because Zhou Tian needs him to be like this and needs his 60-year-old brilliance and prowess.

And in the God Room, Zhao Chengfeng, who was in the side hall, heard the civil and military officials in the court shouting: "Your Majesty, Holy Peace~!"

The Emperor Zhou, who had become extremely tall in his pupils, sat on the dragon throne and looked down at the world. His voice was obviously very light, but it sounded as heavy as a drumstick falling on the drum head: "Your Majesty's height."

……

The Jinluan Hall in Zhoutian is magnificent and majestic.

It's so spacious that it seems like it can accommodate thousands of people without feeling crowded.

Going to court in this environment requires some strength, because speaking really requires shouting.

Fortunately, the policy of cultivating the world has been implemented for thousands of years. Whether civil servants or military generals, they have practiced for a period of time since childhood. Even the lowest level of perception is enough for them to mobilize their true energy and amplify their voices so that everyone can hear them clearly. .

Zhao Chengfeng was shaken in the side hall and had to pick his ears from time to time, because the morning court in his imagination was completely different from the morning court in reality.

The imaginary morning dynasty - the elites from all walks of life in the Zhou Dynasty gather together, use their rich knowledge, take the hottest and purest dreams, exercise the authority of all parties in the Zhou Dynasty, engage in a contest of top wisdom, and game out the most suitable for the current moment. National policies have collided with countless dazzling sparks.

Morning Morning in Reality - The aunts at the Twelve Square Market quarreled, who was louder?
Occasionally, I would hear a certain minister's graceful "fuck you", and at the worst, I almost made a move. If His Majesty hadn't stopped him in time with a look, and the two separated angrily, they would probably have given each other a big slap in the face, or A big flying kick.
In short, within less than a moment of watching the incense stick, Zhao Chengfeng already felt a headache for His Majesty.

All the information is summarized, and the final decision must be made by Emperor Zhou.

When Emperor Zhou faced this information and these problems within the dynasty, he not only had to consider the information itself and the problem itself, but also who was the person who raised the information and problem.

What is this person's official position and what faction he is in? Is the opinion he puts forward for Zhou Tian or himself? Is the method to solve the problem feasible? If it is feasible, what impact will this method have on the internal dynasty?
All in all, as soon as he stepped into His Majesty's role, Zhao Chengfeng felt that his brain would be burned dry in an instant.
So he chose to block out the sounds in the main hall and looked at the plaque above Emperor Zhou's throne. There were four characters on it. They were not written with flying dragons and phoenixes, but with one stroke after another. They were all written with extreme force, as hard as a horizontal stroke. In one vertical stroke, the ink is so thick that it seems to eat up the radicals in the font next to it.

These four words are - life-oriented.

It is also the foundation of Zhou Tian’s country.

This was the ultimate reason why Emperor Zhou, his elder Taizu of the Lixian Sect, who was probably 20 years old, and his younger brother Zhao Qingshan, who must have been [-] years old, were able to drag Zhou Tian out of the quagmire.

Zhao Chengfeng was extremely happy when he saw these four words.So, the corners of his mouth were raised, the eyebrows were raised, and even his eyes were bent. Facing the cut light of the hollow window grilles in the side hall, he looked particularly innocent and silly.

Someone in the side hall noticed his happiness, saw where his eyes were, and then came over and stood next to him, asking in a low voice: "You also like these four words?"

Zhao Chengfeng nodded: "Yes, you too?"

The visitor showed a cheerful smile: "I have loved these four words since I was a child. They are so much better than the previous one about being ordered by heaven."

Zhao Chengfeng deeply agreed, so he bowed and introduced himself: "Zhao Chengfeng, the third son of Prince Dangbei."

The visitor was dressed in rich clothes, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He replied: "My father was once awarded the title of King of Beijing, but everyone in the world calls him King Xian. Wei Xiangmin is the seventh eldest son of the Wei family."

Zhao Chengfeng suddenly realized: "It turns out to be His Royal Highness Prince Jing."

"Actually, I heard that I like the title of King Xian. After all, I am really Xian."

"Then I'll call you Prince Xian?"

"Very good."

Zhao Chengfeng found it interesting to hear him laugh at himself, but suddenly he remembered something.

So he took out the piece of paper that His Majesty had just given him in the imperial study.

King Xian was curious, so he pretended to look at the person next to him and glanced twice. Then he saw his nieces and nephews, all listed among them, and he had to say: "This is..."

"Your Majesty gave it to me."

"That's all right."

"It's just weird."

"What's strange?"

Zhao Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the seventh prince of the royal family who was known to everyone as the idle king. He did not care about the throne and did not fight with anyone. He was said to be good at courting cats and dogs and playing crickets: "Isn't it true that Your Highness has a daughter named Huan?" At the beginning, was it famous all over the world? Why isn’t it here?"

When he mentioned this, King Xian was startled, remembering the bad reputation in front of him, so his old face immediately showed sadness: "She is sick, very sick."

"Yes, I remembered that it was due to the unfortunate failure of attacking the Lingshu Vein Gate, and I suffered from epilepsy, right?"

"That's right. None of my Zhou Tian masters are in Beijing. I don't know how many methods I have tried recently, but it still doesn't work. I'm afraid, little girl."

Zhao Chengfeng's eyebrows raised and lowered: "I wonder if Your Highness knows Zhong Gu?"

King Xian blinked and nodded: "I know, I was spanked when I was a child."

Zhao Chengfeng: "Why don't I take Zhong Gu to visit you another day and see if there is any other way."

King Xian heard this: "Oh, it's very good, it's very good."

But when Zhao Chengfeng listened, he could hear a subconscious hesitation.

I remembered the analysis Zhonggu and Meiniang had done on the young princess Wei Huanchu on the Yunship.

Could it be that she really doesn’t want to marry and go to the wilderness?

Do you play the trick of being an idiot at home?
But, come to think of it, all the private experts must have visited intrauterine doctors these days.

If she was disguising, how could she withstand the scrutiny of these people?
Unless she is a mind master herself!
Zhao Chengfeng frowned, feeling that he was thinking too much. If he hadn't been reincarnated and his spiritual consciousness was extremely powerful, he might not be able to break through the Lingshu Vein Gate.

There are as many mind masters in Zhou Tian as there are Yun Jian, and that one is not a genius. If this little princess is really a mind master, she would have been worshiped by the royal family long ago. She can have the final say on any marriage, and there is no need for it. By avoiding marriage, his father might no longer be just a free man.

But if you are really crazy,
Zhao Chengfeng's eyes lit up. After getting married and returning home, wouldn't it be appropriate to be a doll sister?

So he looked at King Xian: "Your Highness, I heard that the little princess is stunningly beautiful?"

The Seventh Prince, who had just met the Third Prince, felt his heart pounding: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Chengfeng looked at him with innocent eyes: "It's okay, I just asked."

Idle King: "..."

The more he looked at the young man in front of him, the more he felt that this boy was holding back some evil thoughts, and it was aimed at his own daughter.
Thinking that the two of them had hit it off immediately because they both liked the word "life-oriented", he sternly stopped himself and asked himself, why do you have to provoke him?
Now my daughter seems to be interested in a thief, what should I do? What should I do?
(End of this chapter)