Chapter 1218 Can Wear Small Shoes

As for Feng Qingbai, the king of Nanling, the Xiliang envoys were at a loss.

As the object of headache, Feng Qingbai has no such consciousness at all.

Although he returned to Beijing, he didn't go to court, and stayed in the small courtyard of the palace all day, doing nothing, just watching his little girl refining medicine could be enough for a whole day.

Liu Yusheng teased about this, that men have begun to slack off, which is a manifestation of getting older.

But this kind of teasing Liu Yusheng only said once, and he dared not say it again.

Just a word, after she finished refining the medicine, the man practiced himself, and spent the whole night telling her that a man's laziness does not mean degeneration, let alone weakness.

It can be called the history of blood and tears.

The courtiers did not dare to criticize King Nanling for neglecting government affairs and state affairs. They went to court diligently every day and tried their best to pretend that King Nanling had not yet returned to court. It was normal for a person who had not returned to court not to appear in court.

They pretended to be serious, this Feng Mohan was so worried that everyone was going crazy.

"No, no, not at all!" Flipping through the memorials quickly, Feng Mohan tried hard to find a few words in the memorials that complained that the King of Nanling would not go to court, but there were none of them!

Throwing those booklets on the desk with all his strength, Feng Mohan's face was black and angry, "It's all a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death! You just say a word, even if you mention a few words in a cryptic way, can the emperor still give you money because of this?" They wear small shoes?!"

So much so that he couldn't find an excuse to arrest the emperor's uncle to help with government affairs!

What use does he want these rice buckets!

No one is caring! None of them can save him some trouble!

"Yes." Next to the desk, Liu Zhixia was approving the copy without raising his head, not at all frightened by the little emperor's anger.

Hearing a word suddenly uttered by him, Feng Mohan froze for a moment, "What will happen?"

"I will wear small shoes."

Feng Mohan, "..." With the emperor's uncle's temperament of vengeance, he will indeed.

That's why he needed to find some excuses in the booklet, otherwise he wouldn't dare to rush forward to make trouble.

How else could he be so angry? It was because he was eager to ask the emperor's uncle for help, so he didn't dare to be that early bird.

He is the emperor, why should he take the lead and seek benefits for the courtiers? He is the figure who should sit in the rear.

With a slight movement in his eyes, Feng Mohan looked at the man who was working diligently, and leaned over, "Uncle Zhixia——"

"Your Majesty, my official duties have been scheduled until mid-September. If you still have something to do, please ask the emperor to find other courtiers, so that I will not die from overwork. Nanling is a big country with a lot of talents. It is impossible for only Weichen to be in court. Is this a minister who can use it well? The emperor’s insightful eyes just took the opportunity to dig out more talents, and also let the barbarians of Xiliang see the strength of our dynasty."

The little emperor's words were suddenly stuck in his throat and could not be uttered.

He was in a daze, forgetting that Uncle Zhi Xia's shrewdness was not inferior to that of the Emperor's Uncle, but that Uncle Zhi Xia had only been in the officialdom for a few years, and he still retained a little bit of humanity.

Now Uncle Huang has completely freed him, only Uncle Zhi Xia and Old Yuan are left around.

Uncle Zhi Xia's side has hit a snag, and he can't even think of taking advantage of the remaining old Yuan.

That old guy was over ninety years old, and Feng Mohan would be terrified when he saw him walk on weekdays, for fear that if his feet were not stable, he would fall and die, and the emperor would be blamed.

He will never do it.

Therefore, instead of being able to control Mr. Yuan, he had to stay as far away as possible if he could.

Thinking of this, Feng Mohan grabbed the ground with his head, "It's boring, it's so boring."

"Although the prince doesn't care about things now, if he is asked to sit in the palace, he probably won't refuse. Do you want me to send a message for the emperor, so that the prince can come and test the growth of the emperor during this period?"

Feng Mohan sat up straight, and pulled out a small pile of documents that were piled high in front of Liu Zhixia, "Uncle Zhixia said that I will devote my life to the country and society, and everything should be done by myself. I will review the papers now, and I ask Uncle Zhixia to show mercy. "

"Seeing that the emperor is so diligent, I am very relieved."

Consolation - nephew's brother! Feng Mohan laughed and lowered his head to work silently.

Surrounded by people who can't be provoked, he, the emperor, has done nothing but shit, unprecedented.

"By the way, the date for negotiating with Xiliang has been set. Tomorrow afternoon, at the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Uncle Zhixia, what do you think Xiliang will do?"

"Didn't the emperor send someone to watch secretly at the station?"

"We sent people to watch over here, so we naturally know that we are being watched over there. It's just that no one said anything about what we knew. Could it be that we can't do more if we're being watched?"

"Don't worry, the prince is here."

It was a very perfunctory sentence, the man who spoke didn't even raise his eyelids, Feng Mohan was comforted in a daze.

With the emperor uncle around, everything is safe.

Uncle Huang is his Dinghaishenzhen, the treasure of the country.

At this time, outside the Nanling Palace, a carriage stopped, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, and Ba Nian came out from inside.

Looking up, looking at the four characters of Nanling Wangfu domineeringly hidden on the plaque in front of the gate of the Wangfu, Ba Nian rolled his eyes and walked forward.

"Ba Nian, an envoy from Xiliang, is here to visit King Nanling, please pass on a message."

"Ban Nian? But the Emperor of Xiliang? Please wait a little while, the young one will report first." The porter glanced at Ba Nian, responded neither humble nor overbearing, and then turned back to send a message.

This reaction made Ba Nian's eyes darken by two points.

Even a small concierge in the mansion could not change his face after seeing his identity as the Emperor of Xiliang, it must be the calmness that has been experienced after meeting countless big men.

King of Nanling, Feng Qingbai. This person, the deeper you know him, the more dreadful he is.

"Oh? The Emperor of Xiliang is asking to see you?" In the flower hall, the man who was feared by the Emperor of Xiliang was ordering to clean the small toys that the children usually play with, causing water to spill all over the floor of the flower hall.

This kind of thing is usually taken care of by maids and servants. Today, the majestic King of Nanling took part in the battle in person because he offended his little girl.

He was too energetic last night, and now the little girl is looking for all kinds of things to consume his energy.

After drying the last building block and putting it aside neatly, Feng Qingbai threw away the rag in his hand and stood up.

"Let him wait. If he hasn't left in the afternoon, please come in."

"Yes." The doorman exited respectfully.

The prince didn't say what excuse he would use to send someone away, but this kind of thing is his concierge's strong point, and there is no need to teach him at all.

I have been the concierge of the palace for many years, and I have dispatched hundreds if not thousands of people. I have a lot of experience.

Therefore, after the concierge went out, he was simple and rude to the people at the door, "Our prince is arranging toys with the princess. He is too busy and may not be able to entertain the distinguished guests. The prince said that he is free in the afternoon. If the distinguished guests are in a hurry, you may as well first Waiting here, there is only an hour and a half left before noon, not long."

At that moment, Ba Nian, who had always boasted of being good-tempered and patient, only felt a surge of anger from his heart to the top of his head.

The third chapter of the daily update will continue to be written, and it will be published before twelve o'clock. It is estimated that there will be at most two chapters. This day, when will it be a head T.T