There is a powerful minister Bai Yueguang in my heart

Chapter 232

In the hearts of the people of the Great Dynasty, who have always lived in a peaceful and prosperous age, and who have been proud in their bones for a long time,
Undoubtedly, it is equivalent to being slapped severely in public on the street. Not only does your face hurt, but you also lose face.

The people are like this, let alone the ministers who are officials in the court, although Xuanyuan Ying came to the throne later and took back the two cities by himself,

But for the common people and the ministers, that battle was like a shame, and it was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every courtier.
At the same time, it also sounded the alarm for the Great Dynasty. Don't think that you can enjoy yourself unscrupulously by relying on the hundreds of years of foundation established by the ancestors of the Great Dynasty.
Blindly fighting for power and profit in the country, only for their own self-interest, but in the eyes of other countries, the dynasty has become a piece of fat,
Just waiting for an opportunity, all countries in the world can come and take a bite. At that time, the country will be destroyed and the family will be destroyed, and the world will no longer have their great dynasty territory.

So in the past few years, the ministers have been dedicated to their duties, and their careers are trembling, just to prosper the dynasty, but no matter how good a pot of porridge is,

There are always a few mouse droppings, but fortunately Xuanyuan Ying is decisive in killing them, and those people's minds were strangled to death in the cradle before they could germinate.

Now, after the new emperor conquered and recaptured the two cities, their dynasty has won another battle, especially when it was Dayan. The ministers were of course excited.

It was probably also to spread the news of the great victory as soon as possible, so the battle report came earlier because today's morning court has not yet started.
under the high platform,
The ministers surrounded Situ Lan, wanting to see the battle report of the great victory with their own eyes, talking and laughing excitedly, their backs straightened a lot,
Xuanyuan Ying was sitting on the gilt dragon chair, his face as handsome as a god's was untouched, and his knuckle-shaped fingers were clasped rhythmically on the armrest of the dragon chair.

As the sun rises, large golden rays of light are reflected in the Hall of Qinzheng, sacred and solemn, Xuanyuan Ying narrowed her long and narrow phoenix eyes,
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Deshan who was standing behind him. Deshan secretly raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes, and then held it in the crook of his arm.
Fuchen, who has never left his hand all year round, picked it up with a wave, raised his voice and sang loudly, his voice was a few pitches higher than usual,
"Silence, morning!"

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At the end of November, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold winter was blowing. On the streets of the capital city, the people put on cotton-padded jackets and skirts,
Vendors who set up stalls on the street yell loudly at the people passing by, rubbing their hands and shivering from time to time, those with elderly people at home,
From time to time, I can hear the old man whispering in my ear, the first snow of this year is not far away.

in the palace,
After the court, the ministers left the palace in groups of threes and twos, and the smiles on their faces never disappeared. You and I expressed the sigh in your heart,
Pei Hai was surrounded by civil servants, the smile on Ruya's face was a bit forced, because of Pei Shangxuan's incident, it was only a month or so ago,

The whole person seems to be a few years old. Upon closer inspection, there are a few more white hairs, and he smiles wryly in his heart.

Although the emperor didn't say anything, in the two battle reports, Shang Xuan, as the deputy general of the army, didn't mention a single word.

It was difficult for him not to think too much, the last bit of luck in his heart was gradually annihilated.

...

After the court, the mighty guard of honor of the emperor passed through the imperial garden and went straight back to the Crouching Dragon Hall.

Stepping into the palace gate, you can hear Xuanyuan Changsheng reciting poems loudly, and Deshan is following behind with a smile on his face. He is very happy about this.
Xuanyuan Ying flashed his displeasure indifferently. During this period of time, he could see Changsheng's figure even when he came back from the court.
As a man who will be indomitable in the future, what does Yaoyao look like who is becoming more and more clingy to him, thinking about the little guy who will be born in a few months,

Xuanyuan Ying's face became even darker, and he strode into the Crouching Dragon Hall with his slender legs. The sound of steady footsteps attracted several people in the hall to look over.

"came back."

Qin Yao's beautiful eyes were stained with a smile, and the poetry collection in his hand was placed on the table beside him, looking at the tall and stalwart man walking towards him,

Xuanyuan Changsheng also looked at Xuanyuan Ying, his originally happy and tender bun face suddenly collapsed, suddenly,

He clearly wrote his displeasure on his face, resentful in his heart, why did the emperor come down so early today.

"Why don't you wear more clothes?"

Xuanyuan Ying came in front of Qin Yao, leaned over and kissed that smooth forehead, and frowned slightly when his eyes fell on Qin Yao's two thin robes.

The palace people have long been accustomed to this, standing by the side, doing what they should do, and there is no more fuss in the past,
Qin Yao pointed at the silver charcoal that the palace people put aside for fear that she would be cold, shaking her head and laughing.
"The concubine stays in this hall all day long, and doesn't go out. How can she be cold? On the contrary, you, the emperor, don't know how to ask Deshan to put a cloak on you."

The cold wind outside has never stopped, and the feeling of blowing on the face is really uncomfortable. Qin Yao poked Xuanyuan Ying's face with his fingertips,

It's dry, and it doesn't feel good in the hand. Looking at the little bun standing beside him, Xuanyuan Changsheng understands it.

He ran to a court lady, asked the maid to give him one of the small porcelain bottles in her hand, and quickly ran back.

He didn't give it to Qin Yao, but came to Xuanyuan Ying, but he had short legs, and Xuanyuan Ying was taller than ordinary people.

Xuanyuan Changsheng could only take a step back and look up at his tender bun face, with eyes as bright as black eyes, in order to see Xuanyuan Ying's face.

Although I can't see it very clearly, but I think that Brother Huang will find all kinds of excuses every time he comes back to drive himself away and occupy Huang's wife.

Xuanyuan Changsheng was holding the porcelain vase in his little hand, his little face was serious, and he spoke clearly with his immature childlike voice.

"Father, your face is very dirty, go wash it off, the queen mother said, you can only apply it after washing your face."

As soon as Xuanyuan Changsheng said this, the palace people couldn't help but secretly raised their heads, took a quick look at the emperor and then lowered their heads.

Deshan also secretly straightened his neck for a look, then lowered his head strangely, muttering in his heart, the emperor's face is not dirty, could it be that he is old and his eyes are dim, alas.

Xuanyuan Ying looked down at him with a condescending look, disliked Xuanyuan Changsheng with his dirty face, his eyebrows twitched, little bastard, have you grown up?

"Pfft."

Looking at Xuanyuan Ying's ugly face, Qin Yao couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth and laughing, her beautiful eyes were curved and her smile was like a flower, it was rare to see this man deflated,

"Our Changsheng is right, you go, bring some warm water, let the emperor wash."

"Yes, empress." The two court maids who were named bowed down to Qin Yao to bless their bodies, and as promised, they stepped back and prepared.

Xuanyuan Ying's face became even darker. He was still cold when he came back from the outside, and he couldn't bear to bring the cold to Qin Yao.
Unable to embrace the little woman who was smiling brightly and flamboyantly in front of her, she could only endure it, her phoenix eyes coldly glanced at the little bastard who was the culprit.

After receiving the warning from the emperor's brother, Xuanyuan's little bastard Changsheng, who had a sharp look afterward, said, "..."

Moved small steps, hugged Qin Yao's arm silently, looked at Xuanyuan Ying with obsidian eyes, looked back at Qin Yao pretending to be pitiful,

"Mother's queen, father's emperor is fierce and son-in-law."

Xuanyuan Ying: "..." Heh!

(End of this chapter)