The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 975 Your Majesty’s Masculinism

  Lu Huaijiang sat on the head with a faint expression: "My marriage, I never need others to intervene."

  He is the emperor, if he can't even do this. What kind of emperor is that?

Mr. Lin and many other veterans looked at each other.

   "Your Majesty, unfilial piety has three major consequences. Besides, the draft can appease countries and strengthen the relationship between your majesty and courtiers."

  Before, I was afraid that the emperor would marry the daughter of the family and use the marriage to restrict the family.

  Now, they are asking your Majesty to draft.

  It’s twenty, and there are no concubines in the harem. Don’t be a monk halfway through.

  Lu Huaijiang slightly pestered his chin and said, "Soothing? I never need to soothing."

   "Whoever refuses to accept it, go to war. Why am I afraid of Da Zhou?" Lu Huai and Jiang Meiyu were filled with awe-inspiring hostility.

  He is no longer the little emperor back then.

  Everyone looked around, as if they saw a giant dragon entrenched.

  The dragon has awakened, and is no longer the thin young boy back then.

  The ministers bowed their heads slightly to avoid their sharp edges.

   "As for the courtiers? Who do you think I need to win over?" The dissatisfied has been killed. How can he be standing next to ordinary people?

  The ministers could not say a word.

Yes it is.

  He is so strong that he does not need to win over courtiers, and he does not want to appease diplomacy.

  "Your Majesty is an emperor through the ages, but a man who can be tough. He always needs a woman to comfort him. Wenxiang nephrite is in his arms, surrounded by children, and it is always comfortable." Master Xie is clever and knows another way.

  Although he did not want to force his majesty, but his majesty has not accepted a concubine for many years, as a courtier, he naturally must persuade him.

  Lu Huaijiang chuckled, and pointed at the bruised-faced Master Yang with disdain: "Is this your Wenxiang Nephrite in your arms?"

  Master Yang looked dazed...

  The ministers glanced at Master Yang.

  "Master Yang is afraid of Nei. His Majesty is a king, a king and a husband. How can he be compared with Master Yang? He is afraid of his wife, and he is afraid of Nei. He is really embarrassed." The ministers were very disdainful.

  Lu Huaijiang agrees with this. This is a man's spirit and face.

"Naturally, I won't let a woman climb on my head. Master Yang, don't lose the face of the court. A woman regards her husband as the heaven, and a man says she stands, she cannot sit, and a man says she sits, she cannot lie down. Now. Otherwise, wouldn't the Chao Gang be messed up?" Lu Huai and Jiang Meiyu drooped, and Master Yang bowed his head dejectedly.

   "Your Majesty said that Master Yang has to stand up. You can't lose the face of a man."

  Master Yang moved his lips. He didn't dare to say anything, and he dared not say a word when he lowered his head.

   Seeing that his Majesty didn’t say anything, the ministers stopped talking.

When    came down, many courtiers walked behind Master Yang: "Master Yang, look at you, your fearful majesty despise you."

   "Going back to the mansion, you have to do what your majesty said, and give us man a face."

  Master Yang looked like a bitter gourd, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

   "I was playing around and playing around, I didn't really fight. Really, it was a bit of a broken skin, it's nothing." Mr. Yang waved his hand and explained straightly.

  Several adults looked at him in surprise: "Isn't this a fight? The big masters have scratched faces, isn't it?"

  Master Yang waved his hand: "It doesn't count. Last time I took a three-day leave, and I didn't go to the court. I was lying at home."

  The ministers…………

  After facing downwards, everyone walked towards the Yushufang.

  It just happened to see the saint sent by the foreign dynasty to be married. The woman was dressed in a plain white and elegant long skirt, and she looked immortal.

  The ministers glanced at each other, staring into the hall with scorching eyes.

  (End of this chapter)