Quick Travel: Start by pretending to be an envoy to help the First Emperor’s infrastructure

Chapter 33 The Great Court Meeting ([-])

After Ying Zheng and Fu Su finished Da Qin's first iron pot cooking meal, they didn't even wait until the next day, and then arranged for the palace chef to come to learn. The knife was like a treasure. The skin of the iron pot was peeled off, but when the palace cook came to her, he could already swing the shovel so loudly that You'an was afraid that he would poke a hole in her iron pot.

Since I decided to attend the imperial meeting, I naturally had to dress more formally.

Ying Zheng admires black, but fortunately he doesn't require others to wear black. The clothes he received were made of all kinds of materials and the colors were dazzling to choose from. You'an still chose the combination of dark black and red.

On the occasion of a big court meeting, she doesn't need to win by the color of her clothes. She can directly exchange her sunflowers for it. Ying Zheng just wants to use her to suppress certain people, and he can't just kill people on a good day.

Ying Zheng is the emperor, and the imperial power is concentrated in his hands, but it does not mean that he can kill people if he says something that is not true. In current government affairs, as long as the courtiers do not have ulterior motives for the Qin Dynasty, some outrageous remarks are within his tolerance.

It was the first time she participated. You'an felt a long-lost nervousness about giving a report. She was being manipulated by her clothes. She couldn't say she got up early. It was still dark outside. She was already surrounded by people. They used cold handkerchiefs to wake up, and her eyes were wet. She was still in a daze and hadn't fully opened her eyes. She was being cleaned up from head to toe by the people wearing clothes, and she didn't need to open her eyes to cooperate.

Liuhe woke up early, always suffering, and dozed there, still complaining in his heart, "Going to bed early and getting up early are not the same. Going to bed early doesn't make you get up early."

You'an was glad for the first time that she didn't need to wear hairpins all over her head. When she was dressed up as a whole, her hair looked delicate, but unlike the women of Da Qin, she was solemn and still had her own... fairy aura. .

Youan was able to make the two colors of black and red look elegant and mysterious, with admiration in his eyes, "Yi, you are really unworthy of me."

She basically didn't worry about the trivial matters at home, and Yidu was managed by her obediently. You'an felt that Yi was more like her golden finger than the system.

Yi Yi was as modest as ever, adjusting the position of the collar and belt for her, "The messenger of God says this every time. If I hear it too much, I'm afraid that one day I will be praised by you and lose my self-awareness."

You'an felt helpless when he heard that she still called herself a slave.

"Then I can't ask for it."

When Youan got on the carriage and went to Xianyang Palace, his genius was slightly bright, but there were already many people outside. When he entered the palace gate, he could vaguely see many courtiers waiting outside. They were all dressed very formally, but they were not With the hazy sky and black clothes, it was impossible to tell who was who.

When You'an saw Ying Zheng who was dressed up in attendance, he realized that Yi had already shown mercy. A crown that reached the sky straightened up his already tall and slender figure. You'an silently kept the distance from him. Standing close to him showed no dignity at all. .

"The angel is in good spirits today."

Ying Zheng's aura was natural, and when he got close, he didn't realize the oppression he brought. Only You'an's head was thinking about how to look more harmonious.

On a good day, You'an will naturally not have a sad face, "Your Majesty is noble and heroic. If you stand with the eldest son, you will only be regarded as a brother."

Fusu: "..."

As expected, there is no limit to what the divine messenger can say. It is rare to find someone who praises his father's good looks. There is only one person like her who repeatedly criticizes her.

Ying Zheng looked at his eldest son who originally wanted to come forward to say hello, but stepped back with a livid face, and laughed heartily, "I'm afraid Fusu won't like to hear what the divine envoy said."

You'an didn't notice at all, "Anyway, he couldn't hear it. Besides, the eldest son is also very handsome, but His Majesty is too superior. It doesn't matter if I lose to Your Majesty."

This time it was Ying Zheng who was choked. He really had no intention of competing with his son.However, he rarely had a narrow-minded tone, and it was obvious that he was watching a drama, "My son may have heard it, but I never expected that Fusu would seem to be absent in the eyes of the envoy."

You'an sensed something and glanced around, and sure enough, he saw Fusu with an accusing face in a dark place not far away.

She never expected that the overturn would happen so quickly, "Young Master Fusu has such a sweet worry because he and His Majesty are similar in appearance. The eighteenth prince doesn't have it at all. He will definitely not be as tall as Young Master Fusu in the future." , like His Majesty."

Fusu: "..."

Ying Zheng: "..."

It doesn’t seem like it’s worth it to be happy, and it’s hard to get angry.

The divine envoy kept pushing back as always, and Fusu secretly sympathized with his eighteenth brother, who had to endure such a comparison at such a young age.

Ying Zheng followed You An's thoughts and looked at his eldest son. In the past, he felt that he was not similar to himself, but upon closer inspection, his appearance was indeed similar. They both had strong and courageous outlines, but compared to him, Fusu was too immature. .

As Hu Hai's elder brother and Hu Hai's father, the father and son couldn't accept You'an's words, so they kept silent to get over the words. Fortunately, it was already time for the court meeting.

You'an and Ying Zheng walked together, and Fu Su wanted to return to the line of ministers.

The majestic bronze music resounded through the sky, and the visitors guided the ministers into the Xianyang palace gate one after another. Guards of honor with neat flags stood at both sides.

"trend"

The shouts of visitors came from the main hall. Teams of Bichen Lang slowly lined up to guard the safety of the hall. The ministers walked through the aisles formed by Bi Zhenlang and came to the throne. The civil servants, headed by Wang Wan, lined up in order on the east side. , facing west, the military generals headed by Wang Jian were arranged in order of rank, facing east.

The nine concierges arranged by Dianke relayed their calls, and Youan felt the start of the chariot.

You'an could hear her heartbeat quietly at this moment, but it felt deafening in her ears. She never thought that one day she would ride in the same car as Ying Zheng.

"police"

The two attendants on the left and right raised flags and shouted, leading the ministers to congratulate each other in shifts.

You'an was not assigned to the top position, but he was still higher than the courtiers. He watched groups of ministers come to pay homage, some of whom were familiar and some who were unfamiliar. They were all solemn and solemn, and then returned to their respective seats. Take a seat.

Not all court meetings in Great Qin were seated, and Ying Zheng did not put out new tables and chairs, which seemed a bit unseemly.

You'an looked at the courtiers who were sitting down, but there were still law enforcement censors who were constantly patrolling. If there was anything inappropriate in the process, they would be asked out of the hall without mercy.

After some tedious congratulations, Youan let out a sigh of relief.

The Great Court Meeting has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)