Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 237

Chu Qingyu paused her fingers and asked casually, "Not deep, what do you mean?"

"It's fate but no fate, or fate and no fate." He explained simply, but saw a strange look in her almond eyes, as if... Was it disappointment or surprise?
"You, didn't you say that you can't calculate things related to yourself?" For some reason, she just wanted to deny his inexplicable "not deep" fate.

Mo Liushang turned his head away, continued to look at the night sky, his voice became quieter, and he stood by the window, as if he was about to step on the moon and leave.

"I can't figure it out, but I can guess it...Princess, it's getting late, please go back."

Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Chu Qingyu looked at him with a complicated expression, but turned and left resolutely.

"Peeping the way of heaven will never have a good result. I'm afraid my time is coming soon..." The indifferent and gentle words gradually disappeared in the Accord.

Maoshi, Imperial City, Taiji Palace

The Shangyang bell, dong, dong, dong—three times, Danbi's two rows of ministers walked into the Tai Chi Hall in one order, preparing for the morning court.

When the first emperor was in power, the court often rested, and the Shangyang bell sometimes didn't ring once for several months, but after the new emperor Tianche ascended the throne, he moved the morning court forward by an hour. .For ministers, this is a good thing and a bad thing.The good thing is naturally that the emperor is diligent and efficient, and the bad thing is that it is difficult. For ministers like them who are in charge of the wind and rain in the local area, those who have no choice must follow the emperor to "get up early and work late".

The hall is huge and majestic. The upper dragon chair is lifted high by the steps, and directly below is a wide white marble road. On both sides, civil servants and military generals stand respectfully according to their respective ranks, clearly distinguishing each other.

"Play early if there is something to do, and leave the court if there is nothing to do—" the trusted eunuch next to the emperor sang loudly.

A person stood up from the lower right side of the dragon chair, and said in a respectful voice: "Chen, Situ Wang has a book to play."

"Aiqing, please tell me." Chu Jinyu looked at Situ Wang, knowing what he was going to say in his heart.

Situ Wang said: "It has been more than two months since your majesty ascended the throne. He is diligent in governing the country, loving the people, and doing things personally. Your majesty is the wise king of our Great Zhou Dynasty. It is just that the prosperity of the country is by no means achieved overnight. I think that your majesty should also govern the country. Pay attention to the regulation of the royal family, and now the honorary position in the harem is vacant, you should ask the imperial concubine to be the empress."

"Establish the imperial concubine as the empress?" Chu Jinyu repeated, and said with a smile: "Situ Wang is really considering for me, but I also want to hear other people's opinions, Prime Minister Liu, what do you think?"

Liu Ruling, who was the first on the left, stood up and said: "The old minister thinks it's wrong. Although the imperial concubine is His Majesty's official wife, since she married His Majesty, the imperial concubine has not done anything. If there is no imperial heir, it means that she has not contributed to the royal family. Then setting up the imperial concubine as the queen will inevitably make the royal family dissatisfied."

(End of this chapter)