Thousands of elegance

Chapter 37 Returning to the General’s Mansion (1)
Yun Qing's words once again made everyone speechless, but they still haven't escaped this encounter!

The reborn Murong Yunqing is a vampire.

This is not a donation, this is a clear robbery!
They can still get 10,000+ taels of silver, but if it's 10,000+ taels of gold, it's not even at the same level.If I had known that they wouldn't have shouted so loudly just now, they really wanted to cry now...

Everyone looked at Yun Qing with a kind of fear in their eyes. When they met twice today, they had already seen the methods of this great Buddha. They used soldiers while talking and laughing. Not to mention that now people are obviously protected by the emperor, if they don't send the silver, no, the gold within three days, first of all they can't afford the crime of deceiving the emperor, who would have their black and white in their hands Sign it!

All the ministers have bitter faces, with faces full of tears. At this moment, they have made a decision in their hearts. They must stay away from this great Buddha in the future, and they must not provoke her, otherwise they will really die. have no idea.

Looking at the prime minister, I feel even more sympathetic, but the prime minister donated 40 taels!In comparison, they felt lucky, fortunately they donated on their own initiative, otherwise when Murong Yunqing opened his mouth, they would have no scum left.

In fact, what they didn't know was that Yun Qing didn't intend to let them bleed too much. As for the prime minister, it was because he hit the gun. Although Yun Qing didn't know what role he played in Murong Xiaotian's matter, but What is certain is that it is absolutely inseparable from him.

The taste of cutting flesh is like drinking water.

The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became heavy,

The Empress Dowager's eyes were even more radiant. Qing'er, who was so radiant, would definitely fulfill the dream in her heart, and it was even more impossible for her to let her leave Hao'er.Seeing that everyone was out of mood, the queen mother said she was unwell and left.

Originally, today was also King Hao's birthday, because of Jun Yuehan's special permission, all the ministers came with their families, hoping to try their luck, and it would be fine if they were chosen by any lord, even if they were concubines.

At this moment, because of the heartache of the donation, I was not in the mood to have a banquet, so I left the banquet early.

As for those official ladies, they prepared a lot of talent shows, but they didn't have a chance to show them off. When they left, they still looked at King Hao and the Sixth Prince reluctantly, hoping that they would take a look at themselves, but they didn't even lift their heads. Disappointed to leave.

For a moment, only Yun Qing, Murong Xiaotian, Lian'er who was holding the child, Jun Yuehao and Concubine Shen, and Jun Yuehan and Concubine Shen were left in the hall. Just left with a sad face, they don't have the family background of the imperial concubine, what should they do now!

Jun Yuexie still followed Yun Qing, holding notes signed by various ministers in his hand, once again lamenting Qingqing's strength, these iron cocks usually cry when they talk about donating money, but this time they are so generous. So much, it's all gold.

Narrowing her eyes, those people just wanted to see the joke clearly, and they deserved to be slaughtered by Qing Qing. Jun Yuexie felt very refreshed when she thought of their constipated appearance before they left.

Here, Murong Xiaotian laments Yu Yunqing's courage, he does not panic when things happen, he is calm and composed, his scheming and courage are not inferior to men's, and there is a touch of admiration in his eyes that is almost invisible, his Qing'er has really grown up, maybe... …

No one spoke for a while, and in the quiet hall, there were only a few, long and even breathing sounds one after another.

"Your Majesty, Yun Qing is not feeling well, so I will take my leave." The hem of the plain white dress was rolled up, and the voiceless words were warm but unattainable.

(End of this chapter)