The queen is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 583
The next day, the sun was shining and it was a pleasant day.

But Su Qing was sitting on the Golden Luan Hall, but was given a headache by the chattering voices of all the ministers.

It is nothing more than that the treasury can no longer be used to deal with famines, because then the treasury will only become more and more empty day by day.

The incident of famine can no longer continue. Now the refugees have already made trouble in Sujing City, and they may directly make trouble in the palace one day.

The power of a single person may not be comparable to that of ants, but the power of a group of people still needs to be taken into account.

However, Su Qing didn't understand these things.On the way here, she has sent people to various states and counties to check, but there is no result now, and it is useless for her to say anything now.

"Enough!" Seeing that all the ministers were arguing red-faced, they didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

Su Qing slapped the table suddenly, and stood up straight away, her complexion couldn't be worse: "I'm only making sarcastic remarks here, I'm telling you, I'll give you another half a month, if you can't think of anything better Fazi, take off your black hats one by one, go home and raise pigs."

All the ministers flinched, and quickly crawled to the ground, the speed was staggering.

"I know my mistake." The uniform voice resounded through the sky again.

"You are only worthy of raising pigs." Su Qing snorted coldly and left with a flick of her sleeves.

Ministers: "..."

Your Majesty, I heard that raising pigs can make you rich and reach the pinnacle of your life.

In this court, I have to worry about my own life from time to time...

A few low-ranking officials couldn't help but groan in their hearts.

The future of raising pigs seems to be better than being an official?
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After the court, Su Qing did not go back directly to the imperial study, but turned around and walked towards Miaofeng Pavilion.

The fact that she left Li Shang to spend the night in Qianqing Palace last night must have spread throughout the entire harem like a gust of wind.

Su Xuanchen and Qi Yue never fought or fought, if she didn't take the initiative, she might chill the beauty.

"Jiu'er, why did you hit your sister again..."

As soon as she reached the door, Su Qing heard Su Xuanchen's slightly helpless voice, and her footsteps stopped in place instantly.

Su Xuanchen was lying on the side of the bed, pulling Su Jiu's feet and pulling him off Su Jinhua's body.

Who can tell him why Su Jiu is so restless, and when she sees Su Jinhua, she can't help waving her small fists to beat people?

This sex, how can you have the same bad morals as that person?

Su Xuanchen looked at his eldest daughter, Su Jinhua opened a pair of big innocent eyes, and the brows looked very much like that person.At this time, her mouth was slightly flattened, and she looked aggrieved, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

She is still young, so she doesn't understand, and she can't even figure out why there is always a milk doll who wants to beat her...

Su Xuanchen sighed, and couldn't help but patted his youngest son's butt lightly, but he was still not willing to do something heavy.

"Jiu'er, how many times did your father tell you not to hit your sister? Why don't you have ears?" Su Xuanchen spoke earnestly to a half-year-old child.

Su Qing: "..." If she hadn't seen Su Jiu looking at her father with innocent eyes.

She really wanted to think that the two babies had grown up.

Su Xuanchen shook his head, and put Su Jiu'er in his arms back on the bed.

In the next second, Su Qing saw that Su Jiu'er suddenly turned over, landed on all fours, and crawled towards his sister...

Su Xuanchen's face darkened, he stretched out his big palm, and dragged the baby back.

Su Qing stood behind them and watched, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, a little speechless.She finally knew why Li Shang was so angry...

Su Jiu was almost carved out of the same mold as her.

When she was a child, she was the type of folks who often said, "If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles".

(End of this chapter)