I want to be a good minister

Chapter 390 The Lord, Three Men, One Drama 2
In the dreary Weizhong Palace, the imperial capital of Dajing Kingdom, the new rising sun shoots towards the towering steps of Weizhong Palace, and the maids in white skirts are walking quickly without daring to make a sound, stepping on the same color of white marble steps towards the main hall of Weizhong Palace and go.

The gate of the Chen Palace painted with gold lines is three meters high, and the peony picture of the phoenix opera is carved on the gate. The complicated petals of the peony are fresh and green, and the feathers of the nine-tailed phoenix are fully displayed, which is very realistic.

Chen Palace is located in the middle of Weizhong Palace, and it is the seat of Chenzhong in the entire Weizhong Palace, so it is named Chen Palace. It is the most noble place in Weizhong Palace, the bedroom where the saint lives.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Houzhao that Prince Anxiu of Houzhao Kingdom has ascended the throne and will succeed him as the Lord of Houzhao Kingdom." A maid kneeled respectfully on the ground, holding an exquisite copper basin in her hand, and dense water vapor overflowed from the copper basin , the maid held the copper basin high, lowered her head tightly, her eyes did not dare to look around.

Another female waitress, who was the one who spoke, bowed and stood quietly, only to hear the rustling of the water, and what was inserted into the copper basin was a pair of slender fingers like jade, in the morning light, the knuckles were transparent, like An exquisite work of art, but the maids in the room all bowed their heads, no one dared to appreciate such a work of art.

And such slender fingers twisted the cloth towel slowly until the water dripped out, and then slowly flattened it. During the whole process, no one made a sound, and even the breathing was strictly trained.

And the one sitting beside the bed was none other than the man with the greatest power in the whole of Dajing—the King of Dajing, Shang Zongli.

If it is said that the Holy Maiden has never shown her face in front of people, she only had a glimpse from a distance during the worship, and no one has dared to really question her until now, it is because the lifeblood of Dajing is completely in the hands of this man.

No, to be precise, it was three people.

Zongli in white is in charge of the government; Zongxuan in Xuan is in charge of the army; Zongchi in red is in charge of the inner palace.

"Zong Chi hasn't returned yet?" The man said suddenly, his voice was mellow, like fine wine, lingering in his ears.Even though she was covered with a white veil, the moment she spoke it, it could arouse anyone to want to see the real face of the man under the veil, what kind of face could be worthy of such an unforgettable voice.

None of the maids below dared to respond, their expressions remained unchanged from before, and even their standing posture and kneeling movements did not change at all.

"Go back to your majesty, but you have not returned after scolding you." The maid's words were calm, like the surface of a frozen lake without waves.

"Heh - I can't do this little thing well, so I don't care if I don't answer -" the man suddenly snorted and threw the towel in his hand into the copper basin.

"How can you not return?" And at this moment, a very seductive voice suddenly sounded outside the door, as seductive as a woman, but one could hear the man's frankness.

"Zongli, do you think that the descendants of the ancient Pu family are so easy to deal with?" In the tense atmosphere in the entire Chen Palace, the man seemed even more unscrupulous.As he said that, he sat straight on the side of the bed, reached out to reach for the quilt, but was waved away by the man sitting on the side of the bed.

"I just came back from the outside, and I'm not afraid of the cold weather—" Zong Li said, his tone was not too firm, as if the man persisted, he would not care anymore.

But the man who made it did not reach out again, and smiled slightly, and a red robe spread across the entire bed.

"Zong Li, do you think it's strange that the Primordial Pu family actually dealt with the three-headed Soul Eater?" The man opened his mouth, and cleaned his hands in the basin he had just washed, his words were more curious than evasive.All the court ladies seem to have gotten used to the unrestrained behavior of men, or it seems that no matter what happens in this room, they will not react in the slightest.

"It seems that this time I need to go personally." Zong Li raised his head, stood up from the bed, and slowly lowered the bed curtain, acting cautiously and cautiously, as if closing the box of the most beloved treasure. .

Zong Chi also stood up, watched Zong Li's movements without urging him, and stared blankly at the vague but beautiful figure inside the bed curtain.

"Ning Hun Jue was handed down from the ancient clan. Even if you go, Lord Anxiu probably won't hand it over easily." Zong Chi is not very hopeful. Tell the whereabouts of the Soul Condensing Jue.

"My lord is going not only for the part of Houzhao country, but also for the part of Ziyan country. In this way, the day when master wakes up is not far away after collecting all five soul condensing rings." Zong Li sorted out carefully Good bed curtain, he said.

"When are you going to leave? Who will act as the government official?" Zong Chi didn't object, but felt that it was better for the person in front of him to leave. If he didn't leave, he would be made sick by the dull atmosphere.And once Zong Li left, he still had the final say on this big Jing.

"Departure tomorrow, Zongxuan arrives at the imperial capital tomorrow—"

Zong Chi was taken aback for a moment, and immediately looked at the man in front of him sadly.

"Zongli, you can't be so biased. His Zongxuan was chosen by the previous king, and so is this gentleman. Why are you so favoritism? I won't do it. Let me tell you, his Zongxuan is just a piece of wood. , a piece of steel, no oil or salt, very unpleasant..."

Zong Li turned his eyes and looked at the man in red who was about to jump off the wall in front of him.

"Then let you act as an agent of the government and let Zong Xuan take care of the master?" Zong Chi was stunned, and immediately quit.

"Impossible, I'm not interested in the government affairs, and besides his hands and feet, can he take good care of the master?" Zong Chi muttered twice, why are you here, you are occupying two things, why can't he?
Seeing this, Zong Li turned around and walked out the door. The rising sun outside the Chen Palace reflected the entire Chen Palace. On the high steps, the entire court could be seen at a glance.

Zong Li looked at the entire imperial capital that was still immersed in the mist under his feet, and slowly exhaled, watching the thin smoke slowly turning into smoke in the air, and the cold sun of early winter shining on the slender figure, the man was very excited. Tall, like the most crystal-clear tree wrapped in ice and snow standing in the snow, the still hanging large robe also exudes a slight chill.

After delaying for so many years, waiting for so many years, for this moment.

Everyone in the world said that the saints don't care about government affairs, and the three of them control the lifeline of the entire Dajing, and they pretend to be powerful.

But he knew from the bottom of his heart that no one expected the saintesses to truly "get out" and sit on the supreme chair in the Palace of the Unfinished, and they were willing to retreat to the Palace of the Unfinished In the dust, there is no longer any smell of fireworks in the whole Dajing.

For this reason, they would rather offend the entire Great Thorn, offend all the ancient clans, but also find a way for the saint to wake up, do everything they can, squander everything they can, even if they will never recover and fall into the bottomless abyss.

"Your Majesty, the guard of honor has been prepared." The guards outside Weizhong Palace stepped forward respectfully, and took a look at the sky, for it was getting late.

"Let's go—" The man walked down the steps step by step. It is said that the descendants of the Taikoo Pu Clan can bring back the dead. If the Taikoo Pu Clan can really revive the master, it would not be in vain for him to spare their lives for so many years.

(End of this chapter)