Chapter 260

"When does the lord usually go to court?" Liu Yusheng asked, pretending that nothing had happened.

"The time of the first court is usually at 90 in the early morning, and the time of the next court is not fixed. It may be earlier or later."

Liu Yusheng nodded clearly, strangely saying that she didn't have to wait for him to have breakfast, for fear that even he would not be able to determine the time of the next court.

In the incident in the imperial garden yesterday, the relationship between him and her was completely known by Concubine Liu, and it was unknown whether any courtiers would bring this kind of thing to the court to discuss.

Just like a modern top-tier wealthy family, the marriage of the family's children usually does not have the freedom of personal choice, and needs to take into account the interests of all aspects.

Since Feng Qingbai was away in the morning, she could do her own thing while taking advantage of this time.

After a little change in his mind, Liu Yusheng had a scruple.

After breakfast, he got into the palace carriage and went out with Fu Yuzheng.

The base camp of the Liu family in Kyoto is in the capital, so there must be their shops in the city to make a living. She wants to go and see, and she has a bottom line.

But in the courtroom, Liu Yusheng guessed right.

Someone really brought the matter of her following Feng Qingbai to the court, which caused a heated discussion among the ministers.

"My lord, it's not that the ministers want to interfere in the lord's private affairs, but this matter must be mentioned. The lord's status is noble. As the regent, he is already a benchmark for the children of the royal family. Even the surrounding countries are always watching the prince's every move. People's attention. The identity of the princess needs to be worthy of the prince, so as not to be ridiculed by the world!"

"In the past few years, the prince has been regent and has been busy with government affairs. He has never been enthusiastic about marriage. The ministers are quite anxious for the prince. Now that the prince has a plan, it should be a happy thing, but if the object is only a civilian county owner, this ...isn't this a joke!"

"In recent days, the rumors about the prince and Ruyi county owner have been spreading in the city, and the prince's actions in front of others are not shy at all. If the prince really loves this woman, it's okay to accept her, but Princess Nanling, she is Impossible to do."

You, the ministers, speak every word of mine, are impassioned, and discuss Feng Qingbai's private affairs as a state affair.

The end is lively.

Feng Qingbai stood at the head of the civil servants, slightly tilted his head to look at the officials who were drooling.

Instead, those big officials clasped their hands and stood aside, watching their noses and hearts, and said nothing.

Waiting for the play.

Feng Mohan sat on the dragon chair with one hand on his cheek, his eyes drooping slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed to be too bored and lethargic.

In the early morning, most of the time, the ministers were discussing this matter.

There are many voices of opposition and many voices of support.

Only the parties did not speak from the beginning to the end.

Until the retreat, no one heard the attitude of King Nanling.

Some people even couldn't hold back, and caught up with the man who was about to leave the hall, "My lord, what was the matter discussed with everyone just now, what was your lord thinking?"

"What did you discuss just now?" the man asked.

"..." After a while, the talent said, "It's the prince's marriage..."

"This king's marriage, what are you waiting for?" With a light voice, the man walked away.

Leaving a group of courtiers stunned in place, the wind was messy.

Dare they danced in the court hall for so long, they sang a one-man show.

People didn't take their words seriously.

This is the attitude of King Nanling.

You can talk and you can only talk.

But no matter how happy the discussion is, it has nothing to do with him.

He can't make any decisions about him.

When Feng Mohan arrived at the Deyu study room from the Golden Palace, the man was already sitting behind the desk and reading the memorial.

Hundreds of memorials were divided into two piles by him in a moment.

Ninety percent of the piles of nearly all the memorials were pushed in front of him, "You come to read these, you can ignore them if they have nothing to say."

Seeing that there were less than ten books in front of the man, Feng Mohan's eyes twitched wildly, "Uncle Huang, can you take a little more?"

With such a large pile, it would take him at least half a day to read it and not approve it!

"No." The man was already busy with a writing brush, and his answer was ruthless, "You will have to take charge of government affairs in two years. You should learn to do these things now."

"Just because you don't have to work hard on a pile of government affairs every day, and you don't have to go to the harem every day to soak in the rain and dew, so you shouldn't be the emperor, uncle." Staring at the pile of books in front of him, Feng Mohan was expressionless, thinking about it. Set fire to these things.

It's good to have something to say, but what I hate most are those who have nothing to say but have to write long articles to brush their presence!

The limited hours of the day are exhausted in saliva!

"How much responsibility you have is the same as how much power you have. The world is yours, so what are you dissatisfied with?"

"If you think it's good, I'll give you this world, you can do it." Are you willing? Easier said than done.

The man's gaze swept over lightly, and Feng Mohan immediately lowered his head to read the book.

Anything at length, throw it away.

Few words, throw.

If the handwriting is not good-looking, throw it away.

Densely written, throw away.

...

Soon, Xiaoshandui was almost solved, and Feng Mohan picked up the brush, opened the few books left in front of him, and slowly approved.

There are policies on the top and countermeasures on the bottom. He can make every effort to govern, but he will never die.

Most of the emperors are short-lived, why? It's just tiring!

Feng Qingbai pressed his jumped forehead on the opposite side, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The memorials he pushed to the young boy were all selected, and the ones that really needed to be carefully reviewed were the ones in front of him.

After he has reviewed it, he will let the young man take it to read it carefully, and learn the way of running a country from it.

"Uncle Huang, those people clearly know that they can't control your decision, why do they have to discuss the matter between you and Aunt Liu in a high-profile discussion in the court?" bit his pen and asked.

Feng Qingbai's lips curled slightly, and there was a hint of irony in his eyes, "Their real purpose is not to force the king to express his position on the spot, but to use the appearance of 'opposition by the ministers' to guide the Public opinion in the world. At that time, the whole world is saying that this king should not marry a commoner woman. If this king still insists on going his own way, he will lose popular support in an instant and his prestige will drop to the bottom."

Feng Mohan was dumbfounded for a while, this method is really vicious. The most fearful thing for the upper-ranking people is that they will lose public opinion. Once they reach that point, a game of chess is equivalent to losing most of them.

At the same time, his admiration for men became stronger and stronger, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

No matter how cunning the enemy is, Uncle Huang can see through the opponent's true intentions at a glance. In contrast, he felt that he could only see himself on the surface, and was really not expected to be an emperor.

Why don't you grind Uncle Huang again and let him take this position back?