My harem is a bit big

"Master, he said that he has a secret letter concerning foreigners, and he must hand it over to you no matter what."

Huang Zongren's face changed slightly when he heard the word foreigner.

He tidied his clothes and hats in front of the bronze mirror and left the room in a hurry.

He strode along the way and led his servants to the gate of Huang Mansion.

Looking up, he saw the dusty Zhou Zian:

"Are you Zhou Bo?"

The other party didn’t seem to have had a good rest, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes:

"Master Huang, you are right here."

The court is approaching and time is running out.

Huang Zongren did not make any pleasantries and went straight to the topic:

"What about the letter?"

Zhou Bo took it out from the package and presented it with both hands.

Huang Zongren took it without removing it, lifted the curtain and boarded the prepared sedan chair:

"If you want an answer, wait until I come back."

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal the servants to get up the sedan.

……

In less than two sticks of incense time, the sedan arrived at Xuande Gate on the side of the palace.

At a glance, the vermilion city wall is full of civil and military officials, large and small, in their sedan chairs.

If the ministers want to go to court, they need to stop here first.

After a body search, walk into the temple.

Huang Zongren read the contents of the letter on the way, and his face was livid at the moment.

After attending court later, we will have to discuss it with a few senior officials.

The late emperor had a romantic nature, six out of thirty.

He died before reaching the age of Buhuo.

The current person on the throne is the 14-year-old prince.

The Empress Dowager is not familiar with government affairs, but she still insists on listening to the government behind the curtain every day.

Major national affairs are jointly discussed and decided by the Military Aircraft Department and the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

While thinking, Huang Zongren entered the Jinluan Palace.

Nearly a hundred ministers of the DPRK and Central Government were arranged on both sides according to their official titles and ranks.

The dragon chair at the highest point was empty at this time.

After all, the little emperor is a child, and it is common for him to be late for court in the morning.

As ministers, they must not break the rules.

After everyone arrived, they whispered below about the recent anecdotes in the city.

I don’t know how long it took, but the eunuch holding Fuchen entered from the side door and shouted in a high-pitched voice:

"The emperor is here!"

In an instant, all civil and military ministers stopped to discuss privately.

They all knelt down and worshiped, shouting:

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

The little emperor sat on the dragon chair with a very childish face.

But this set of royal etiquette is very familiar:

"My dear friends, please forgive me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little emperor yawned.

He tightened his eyes, as if he hadn't rested well.

During the reign of the late emperor, he recruited beauties from among the people.

Three thousand beauties in the harem were not finished until their death.

In order to achieve success, many people fought hard to send their daughters to the palace.

Those tender girls who were only sixteen years old all took advantage of the little emperor.

Seeing that he was yawning profusely, he probably went to the harem to open the blind box and sleep with a woman last night.

"cough."

The Queen Mother was a little unhappy and coughed behind the curtain.

The little prince suddenly sat upright, no longer sleepy.

He winked at the eunuch and asked him to take the next step:

"If you have something to play, you will retreat if there is nothing!"

Three seconds later, a minister came to the center of the red carpet.

"Chen, there is a book to play."

"Precise play."

Huang Zongren was in the middle and front row of the courtiers and went out by reputation.

The person who submitted the memorial was Chai Yuanming, the Minister of Rites in charge of foreign diplomacy.

He bowed slightly and his voice was extremely loud:

"Last night, Earl Charles of the Great Eagle Empire arrived in the Imperial City. He hopes to negotiate with His Majesty to build a railway directly from the City of Nations to the Imperial City. The materials and labor costs will be prepared by this court. They are willing to provide technical support and maintenance services."

Count Charles is the big man whom Claude sent as a gift.

Because the inland official roads are complicated, there are no bad maps for navigation.

He took a steam car, but arrived at the same time as Zhou Zian on horseback.

After listening to the report, the ministers talked a lot.

A year ago, the Xia Dynasty signed an agreement to cede territory and seek peace.

The civil and military officials in North Korea were divided into doves who were close to foreigners and hawks who were opposed to foreigners.

The little emperor didn't understand, so he looked at the Minister of Military Aircraft in the front row as usual:

"Gong Aiqing, what do you think?"

General Gong is over sixty years old and has white hair.

As a result of practicing martial arts all year round, he is still looking energetic despite his age.

Hearing the little emperor's roll call, he walked out of the queue, cupped his hands and said:

"I believe that the railway spreading hundreds of thousands of miles is a double-edged sword. It will not only help your Majesty to strengthen local control, but also help foreigners invade the Central Plains. It is not advisable to rush this matter, it is best to delay it for the time being. Send someone to investigate secretly, and after confirming everything, Make a decision again.”

Although General Gong is a military attache, he is also good at internal affairs.

He was the representative of the hawks with the largest official position in the DPRK, and was deeply trusted by the late emperor.

After the defeat in the naval battle, General Gong sent his adopted son Gong Qianming.

He led five thousand elites to the coast, hoping to rub off the spirit of the foreigners.

As a result, most of them were destroyed by long guns and short cannons.

Due to its remote location at the time of the war, not much is known about it.

After the war, envoys were sent to seek peace and sign an agreement to cede territory.

General Gong had suffered heavy losses at the hands of foreigners, so he became very cautious.

His former pride and contempt cost him dearly.

The little emperor didn't dare to make up his mind and turned to look behind the curtain.

After seeing her mother, she didn't raise any objections and sat upright:

"What Gong Aiqing said is absolutely true. You will be solely responsible for this matter."

"Sir, obey the order!"

Seeing that there was someone in charge of the matter, General Gong and Shangshu Chai both returned to the queue.

The little emperor looked around and asked:

"Any more?"

"Chen, there is a book to play."

National affairs are usually discussed jointly by several ministers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Military Aircraft Department.

In most cases, there is no need to go through the puppet emperor again.

When it comes to treasury appropriations, you need to take the initiative and go through the relevant procedures.

Maybe it involves foreigners, I have to mention it.

The little emperor is still very young and cannot change his playful temperament.

Seeing the ministers' memorials coming one after another, he felt a little impatient.

Putting his fingers on the armrest of the dragon chair, he made a soft clicking sound.

Unknowingly, more than half an hour had passed.

"If you have something to play, you will retreat if there is nothing!"

Seeing no one interrupted, the little emperor breathed a sigh of relief and stood up happily.