Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 130 I am also very embarrassed (Please subscribe and ask for a monthly pass!)
All the courtiers could clearly see the movements of the palace that night.

Although the imperial palace can be isolated from spiritual scanning, the changes in the national destiny caused by the battle between the two cannot be hidden from the immortal cultivators.

Prime Minister's House.

The prime minister, who had been sick for a long time, rarely received the minister who came to "visit the sick".

"My lord, the celestial phenomenon has changed, it is because His Majesty has used the fortune of the country."

"When it is broken, it is broken. Your Majesty is determined to use the national fortune to kill the immortal, which is very bad for us."

"My lord, please take the lead, we will follow you through life and death."

"I don't know who was killed today. If this continues, Your Majesty will exhaust the fortune of the country. In this way, our hundreds of years of planning will all be wasted."

"My lord, you must come out and preside over the overall situation."

...All loyal ministers wept bitterly.

The prime minister slowly rubbed the lid of the teacup: "The old man said long ago, as the emperor on horseback, His Majesty has a lot of temper, and there are some things, you should keep yourselves clean.

Zhou Chengyun, Shen Changfeng, look at what they have done, it turns out that even the Shifang World has lost all face.

The Momeng League intends to stabilize the relationship between the Shifang World and the human race, but as for you, the mud cannot support the wall. "

"My lord," said a court official unwillingly, "The things here have happened in all dynasties, and no matter how you kill them, you can't stop them.

In the final analysis, we cultivators are still higher than the existence of the human race. "

"It's so stupid," the prime minister slapped the table angrily, "The flaws do not hide the goodness, but you are the only one to show the old man, but in the end, there is no fart.

Instead, he exposed his flaws thoroughly. "

"My lord, calm down," the other person saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly smoothed things over, "This is also an old disease, a problem left over from ancient times.

What the subordinate officials are worried about is that if His Majesty continues to be self-willed like this, the consequences may be difficult to deal with. "

"Of course you can't let His Majesty do whatever you want," the prime minister sneered. "What the old man said is that you don't always want to be caught by His Majesty and make you feel ashamed."

All the court officials nodded and bowed their heads and smiled apologetically.

"Now the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Department of General Affairs, and the Dali Temple are all having problems one after another," the prime minister glanced over sternly, "That's all right, it's good to give His Majesty the emperor's addiction, so as not to be always angry.

But the old man no longer wants to see problems with the sixth part, understand? "

"Your subordinates understand." Everyone bowed.

"My lord," another person said cautiously, "the matter of Ningzhou... and the problem of the subjugated clan..."

"The old man has his own decision," the prime minister waved his hand, "The old man is in good health and can go to court."

Everyone was overjoyed, someone finally came out to preside over the overall situation.

Your majesty, your days of arrogance are over.

Watch us join forces to kill you.

All the people went happily.

The prime minister looked at their backs and shook his head slightly.

The absolute strength of immortal cultivators over mortals has gradually made them lose the standard of judgment.

How could the current emperor be so easy to deal with.

"My lord," a black shadow flashed, "this is the latest news from our spies."

The emperor could use the embroidered envoy to find out the news of the court officials, and the prime minister could naturally insert his own eyeliner in the embroidered envoy.

Immortal cultivators in the imperial palace are not allowed to enter, but ordinary people have no problem.

The prime minister took it over and looked at it carefully, he raised his hand casually, and the paper was ignited and turned into ashes: "Tan Shuyi did it, it's really audacious to want to replace His Majesty."

Originally, I hoped to be able to hold His Majesty's tail and talk about the fate of the country, but now, the prime minister feels that he has no place to put his face.

No matter what Xu Mochen said, he was also the emperor of the human race jointly elected by the world of the ten directions.

Could it be that a cultivator can change it at will.

"Pig head!" The Prime Minister uttered a rare sentence, "I know the matter, so keep an eye on it."

Just as the black shadow disappeared, a person turned around from the doorway, who was the steward of the prime minister's mansion.

"My lord, there is a letter in the palace," the steward trotted over to report, "Please read it over, my lord."

A letter from the palace?
The prime minister was stunned for a moment, took the letter over, looked at the stamp on it, and narrowed his eyes.

The Queen Mother has returned to the palace.

After reading the letter, the prime minister stood up: "Make arrangements, the old man will leave for a while."

There are some things he can't decide, and he needs to report to the top of the Momeng League.

September enters autumn, court meeting.

In the main hall of the court, there are still rows of seats, but the number is less than before.

After Xu Mochen successfully unplugged Dali Temple, he had three departments in his hands.

Of these three departments, the ones in power now are naturally the officials of the human race.

All of them were upright, and although they stood behind each of them, they looked calm.

The court officials sitting in front felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Why do I feel that the situation has changed a bit."

"Illusion, it must be an illusion."

"The Ministry of Punishment is having a hard time. Among the three divisions, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Dali Temple are all from the human race."

"Speaking of it, I'm angry. A few days ago, the idiot from the Metropolitan Procuratorate actually participated in our book, saying that it was a case of the former Southern Guard, and that the officials of the Criminal Department were negligent."

"People from Dali Temple didn't come today, something must have happened."

"Hey, you didn't receive the news. His Majesty beheaded him in the palace last night."

"That night? I saw it too. It's indeed the luck of the country."

"What are you afraid of? I think His Majesty has not much luck for the country."

……

The discussion is all about worrying about the country and the people.

Following the servant's shout, Xu Mochen climbed up the steps and sat firmly on the throne.

The courtiers saluted together, and Xu Mochen pressed his hands in vain: "Sit down, sit down, it's rare to have a court meeting, so don't make these vain rituals."

"Your Majesty's words are wrong," someone said immediately, "This etiquette is determined by the sages. Respecting the emperor and teachers and following the teachings are the duty of a minister."

This is the voice of the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"It's fine when you are loyal," Xu Mochen said with a smile, "You are all virtuous ministers who have worked with me for many years and unified the world, and gave full play to their strength.

I have high hopes for you, and I only want to create a prosperous world together. After a hundred years, you will also be able to enjoy the Taimiao with me..."

century?

Everyone sneered in their hearts, we are still alive and well after you die.

It is worth sharing the Taimiao yarn.

"It's a pity," Xu Mochen shook his head and sighed, "Actually, I have repeatedly emphasized that the construction of the quality of officials is very important, but there are always people who don't appreciate my good intentions and challenge my bottom line again and again.

When things happen, even if I have the heart to cover it up, how can I cover it up in this world where everyone is watching and talking about it.

So you say, what should I do.

I am also in a difficult situation. "

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head and sighing.

Tang Derun was full of worry, he waved his hand, and the waiter brought a cup of ginseng tea.

Xu Mochen almost wiped away his tears, took the ginseng tea, and sipped it in small sips, looking really haggard.

All the ministers gritted their teeth one by one.

Difficulty, what are you embarrassing for?
You have killed so many immortal cultivators in many departments, so it is difficult to say what to say now.

Why do men make things difficult for men!

(End of this chapter)