Adore Trick of Beauty

Ming Huang's imperial decree was requested, and the servant's feminine voice read it word by word, and all the civil and military officials could not help being in an uproar after hearing it. The imperial decree said that the emperor was seriously ill, and all political affairs were left to the empress and prince to handle. The crown prince is young and underage, so the empress Nie will listen to the government behind the curtain... all...

Before the servant had finished reading, the courtiers below were already furious, jumping out and yelling.

Behind the bead curtain, Nie Wushuang looked at the mess underneath, with a half-smile on his face, the prince turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Queen, what should I do?"

Nie Wushuang looked at the prince Yixuan who had grown into a handsome young man, and memories of the past flooded into her mind. When Xiao Fengqing rebelled, in order to prevent the heroes of Yingguo from splitting up, she took him who was still ignorant as the young emperor, and she hung up the curtain. And today, for the sake of Yingguo, for his court and his country, the curtain is drawn down again.

The world is such a reincarnation coincidence.

Nie Wushuang acted as if she hadn't heard the noisy scolding of the ministers, and she smiled slightly: "It's okay, they are just not used to women participating in political affairs. Feng"

After she finished speaking, she stood up and opened the bead curtain. The face hidden behind the bead curtain suddenly appeared, and all the officials were stunned. Nie Wushuang looked at the angry officials below, and said in a cold voice: "The emperor is seriously ill. Instead of sharing the state affairs for the emperor and assisting the prince, you are still insulting the palace here. You are so gentle. If you want to disobey the imperial edict, Objecting to the hanging curtain of the palace..."

She paused, her beautiful eyes as sharp as ice and snow swept across the faces of all the people below, and uttered a sentence: "For the crime of infidelity and unrighteousness, I will be dismissed in court!"

The court was silent for a while, and suddenly the courtiers began to curse again. Nie Wushuang looked at it coldly, but there were only a few courtiers who scolded, and many of them stepped back timidly, hiding behind the crowd, their faces not hesitant. Liu Yucheng separated from the crowd, stepped forward and knelt down: "My minister would like to follow the emperor's will, a thousand years for His Highness the Crown Prince, and a thousand years for the Empress!"

Liu Yucheng was the head of the civil servants, he had already stated his position, and the rest of the courtiers, some were his disciples, some were old friends, quickly stood up and knelt down after him.

Master Sima Zhang Ting saw that half of the people in the court had already bowed their heads to Nie Wushuang, he couldn't help but blushed with anger, stepped forward and said angrily: "The humble minister is too old to bear the heavy responsibility, Chen please tell me to return to my hometown."

Everyone is quiet, Zhang Ting is more than a few years old, has been through three dynasties, and is loyal. When Wang Jing was in chaos, he led more than 10,000 soldiers under his command and followed Xiao Fengming thousands of miles away. And when Wang Jing was exterminated, Xiao Fengming personally conferred the post of Sima to this day. His qualifications and reputation are above all others.

His attack now is exactly the aspirations of the conservative veterans in the court. Let's see if Nie Wushuang dares to really remove their official positions!

Nie Wushuang was angry in her heart, but there was still a half-smile on her face. She turned her head and looked at the prince: "Your Highness, Mr. Zhang Situ asks to retire and return to his hometown. Does your Highness think it's okay?"

The prince's voice was crisp and clear: "Father said that ministers eat the king's salary, but don't share the worries with the king. How can they be the pillars of the country? Since Mr. Zhang is unwilling to assist the palace, let alone relieve the father's worries, then give three acres of good land and grant it to me." Resign and go home."

On the Golden Luan Hall, the Prince's voice was crisp and clear, resounding through the hall. Nie Wushuang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and tears could not help but come into his eyes. The naive boy who cried that he would not be an emperor has grown up now. The officials below were in an uproar, Master Zhang Ting took a few steps back again and again, leaning on his chest and looking at Nie Wushuang on the imperial steps, his face turned pale with anger, three acres of Susukida, this is not a gift, it is clearly to blame him for taking credit for being arrogant, no Loyal or not.

I think he has gone through three dynasties in his life and has been loyal, but he has received such humiliating treatment when he is old.

"Who else wants to tell the old man to return to his hometown?" Nie Wushuang's beautiful eyes swept over the courtiers one by one. humiliation?

Almost as if it had been agreed upon, all the officials knelt down and shouted three times: "Your servants respectfully abide by the imperial decree, a thousand years for the crown prince, and a thousand years for the empress!"

Nie Wushuang looked at the civil and military officials lying on the ground, and then let out a long breath.

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It was almost noon when Nie Wushuang's Feng Jia returned to the Ganlu Palace. She hurried into the belt hall, and a small figure flew forward, hugging her tightly: "Mother, mother, hug!"

Nie Wushuang looked at the obsessed Changning, his heart softened, and he hugged him. Before she could ask, the wet nurse at the side stepped forward and said apologetically, "I would like to report to the empress, the fourth prince refuses to return to the palace, so he must wait for the empress to return in the Ganlu Palace. The slaves really deserve death..."

Nie Wushuang sighed in his heart, and was about to speak when a gentle voice sounded from the couch by the window, "Are you back?"

Nie Wushuang looked up and saw Xiao Fengming wearing a plain long gown and a soft thin fur, leaning against the window reading a book. She hurriedly stepped forward, put down Chang Ning, and said reproachfully, "Why did the emperor get up? Wouldn't the cold wind blow in while reading by the window?"

She said and hurried forward to close the window. As soon as his hand warmed up, he had already put her hand on her, and his deep black handsome eyes looked at her tenderly with a little tiredness in his illness: "Don't close it."

Nie Wushuang stopped, looked at his drowning eyes, and sighed helplessly: "If the emperor wants to get well quickly, don't be so willful."

"Let me see you in this spring." Xiao Fengming pulled her to sit next to him, he couldn't help coughing as he spoke. Chang Ning climbed onto the bed, caressing his chest with his small hands, his big black eyes filled with the confusion and worry of a child: "Father, you're coughing again."

Looking at his sickly and thin face, Nie Wushuang felt sore in his heart, and couldn't help crying: "It's all my fault."

*********Ask for a monthly ticket. If you don’t give a ticket, you won’t be sweet. Hehe, I have a recommendation today. I’m going to work hard, and you all have to work hard! ***. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Also, correct a mistake in the previous chapter. Changning is Xiao Fengming's fourth son, so the prince should say: My minister brought his fourth brother.

Bing made a typo, sorry.