For Nanling Wang Feng Qingbai, the Xiliang envoys were at a loss.

As the object of a headache, Feng Qingbai has no such consciousness at all.

Although he returned to Beijing, he didn't go to court, stayed in the small courtyard of the palace all day, did nothing, and could watch his little girl refining medicine all day.

In this regard, Liu Yusheng teased that men have begun to slack off, which is a manifestation of getting older.

However, this kind of teasing Liu Yusheng only said it once, and he didn't dare to say it again.

In a word, when she finished refining the medicine, the man practiced it, and spent a whole night telling her that a man's slackness does not mean degradation, let alone weakness.

It can be called a history of blood and tears.

King Nanling neglected government affairs and state affairs, and the courtiers did not dare to accuse, and worked diligently every day to go to the court, trying to pretend that King Nanling had not returned to the court, and it was normal for a person who did not return to the court to appear in the court.

They pretended to be serious, and this Feng Mohan was so worried that people were about to go crazy.

"No, no, all at all!" Quickly flipping through the folds, Feng Mohan tried hard to find a few words on the fold that complained that King Nanling was not going to the dynasty, but there were no of them!

Forcefully slammed those folds on the desk, Feng Mohan's face was dark and angry, "It's all a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!" You just say a word, even if you mention a few words vaguely, can the emperor still wear small shoes for them because of this?! ”

He couldn't find an excuse if he wanted to arrest the imperial uncle to help deal with government affairs!

What is the use of these rice buckets for him!

Not a single intimate! None of them could save him a snack!

"Yes." Next to the desk, Liu Zhixia approved the copywriting without raising his head, not at all frightened by the anger of the little emperor.

Hearing him suddenly spit out a word, Feng Mohan was stunned, "What will it be?" ”

"I can wear small shoes."

Feng Mohan, "......" with the temperament of the emperor's uncle who will repay him, will indeed be.

That's why he needs to make some excuses on the fold, otherwise he won't dare to rush up and touch the mold.

Otherwise, he could be so angry? It's because he is anxious for Uncle Huang's help, and he doesn't dare to be that bird.

He is the emperor, why should he take the lead in seeking benefits for the courtiers? He is the one who should sit in the rear.

His eyes moved slightly, Feng Mohan looked at the man who was working diligently, and leaned over, "Uncle Zhixia-"

"Your Majesty, Weichen's official business has been scheduled for mid-September, if there is still something to do, please trouble the emperor to find other courtiers, lest Weichen die of overwork. I am a big country in Nanling, and there are many talents, and it is impossible for only Weichen to be the only one in the court who can use it, right? The emperor's discernment just took the opportunity to tap more talents, and also let the Xiliang barbarians see the strength of our dynasty. ”

The little emperor's words were all stuck in his throat and couldn't spit them out.

He was dizzy, forgetting that Uncle Xia's shrewdness was not under Uncle Huang, but Uncle Xia had only been in and out of officialdom for a few years, and he still retained a little bit of humanity.

Now that Uncle Huang has completely released him, only Uncle Zhixia and Yuan Lao are left to use.

Knowing that Uncle Xia touched a nail here, there was only one Yuan Lao left, and he didn't even want to use it.

That old guy is over ninety years old, and he is terrified when he walks on weekdays, for fear that if his feet are unstable, he will fall away, and then the black pot emperor will carry it.

He would never do it.

is to Yuan Lao, not only can he not be called, but he must stay away as much as possible.

Thinking of this, Feng Mohan grabbed the ground with his head, "It's boring, it's so boring." ”

"Although the prince doesn't care about things now,

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But ask him to come to the palace to sit, he shouldn't refuse, do you want Weichen to speak for the emperor and let the prince come over to test the emperor's growth during this time? ”

Feng Mohan sat up straight and pulled over a small stack of documents piled up in front of Liu Zhixia, "What Uncle Zhixia said is that I am committed to the society of the country and the country, and I should do everything myself, I will read the papers, and please know that Uncle Xia's subordinates are merciful." ”

"Seeing the emperor so diligent, Weichen is very relieved."

Comfort you, nephew's royal brother! Feng Mohan smiled and silently bowed his head to work.

is surrounded by unprovoked characters, and he, the emperor, has done nothing like that, unprecedentedly.

"By the way, the day for negotiations with Xiliang has been set, tomorrow afternoon, in the Taihe Palace, Uncle Zhixia, what do you say Xiliang will do?"

"Didn't the emperor send someone to keep an eye on the post station?"

"We sent people to keep an eye on it, and the other side naturally knew that they were being watched, and the tacit things were just not spoken. Is there nothing more you can do if you are being watched? ”

"Don't worry, there's a prince here."

It was a very perfunctory sentence, and even the man who spoke didn't raise his eyelids, and Feng Mohan was stunned and comforted.

With the emperor's uncle here, everything is worry-free.

Uncle Huang is his Dinghai God Needle, the treasure of the town.

At this time, outside the gate of the Nanling Palace, a carriage stopped, the curtain opened, and Ba Nian walked out of it.

Looking up, looking at the four big characters of Nanling Wangfu hidden in the domineering plaque in front of the palace, Ba Nian flashed his eyes and stepped forward.

"Xiliang envoy Tuan Ba Nian, come to visit King Nanling, and please deliver a message."

"Ba Nian? But the Western Liang Emperor? Please later, the small ones will be passed first. The porter glanced at Ba Nian, replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, and then turned back to pass the word inside.

This reaction made Ba Nian's eyes darken by two points.

Even a small porter in the mansion can not change his face after seeing through his identity as Emperor Xiliang, it must be the calmness that he has experienced after seeing countless big people.

King Nanling, wind green cypress. The more this person knows about him, the more jealous he becomes.

"Oh? Xiliang Emperor asks to see? In the flower hall, the man who was jealous of the Xiliang Emperor was being called to clean the small toys that the babies played with on weekdays, and the floor of the flower hall was sprinkled with water.

This kind of thing is taken care of by the maid on weekdays, and today, the majestic King of Nanling went into battle in person because he annoyed his little girl.

Last night was too energetic, and now the little girl is looking for all kinds of things to consume his energy.

Wiped the last block dry and placed it neatly aside, Feng Qingbai threw the rag in his hand and stood up.

"Let him wait, and if the people haven't left in the afternoon, please come in."

"Yes." The porter respectfully withdrew.

The prince didn't say what excuse to send people, but this kind of thing is his porter's strength, and he doesn't need to teach it at all.

I have been the gatekeeper of the palace for many years, and I have sent hundreds of people if not thousands, but also with a lot of experience.

After going out to the gatehouse, he was simple and rude to the people at the door, "Our prince is accompanying the princess to set up toys, too busy, I am afraid that I will not be able to entertain distinguished guests, the prince said, I am free in the afternoon." If you have something urgent, you might as well wait here, and there is no squeak for an hour and a half before the afternoon, not long. ”

At that moment, from Ba Nian, who boasted of his temper and patience, he only felt a burst of anger rushing from his heart to the top of his head.

The third chapter of the daily update, I will continue to write, and it will be sent before twelve o'clock, and it is estimated that there will be two chapters at most. These days, when is it a head?

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