Outside the window, the sun is warm and the breeze is blowing, accompanied by shallow insects.
Inside the window, two equally good men sat opposite each other, talking about something that people outside could not detect.
The sleeping women and the little dolls in the guest courtyard didn't know anything about it.
The next day, Feng Qingbai entered the palace again.
It was the imperial study room. In addition to Bei Canghuang, there were several cabinet ministers of Bei Cang Chaotang, all of whom were fifty years old, all Bei Cang veterans.
When everyone saw Feng Qingbai, their expressions were not very good, and Feng Qingbai responded with a faint smile.
These people, the grandchildren in the family were all beaten by his son.
It's normal to see him not giving a good face.
"Lord, today I called you into the palace for that matter. Originally, King Nanling came to my Beicang for the distinguished guests. I should treat him well. I didn't expect these things to happen, so I was ashamed." The emperor Bei Cang made an opening remark, and then moved out the thick pile of memorials piled up in front of him, "Look, those courtiers, one by one won't let me worry about it. The Zhezi handed over these two days, Zhen Yi I'm all angry when I see it!"
Feng Qingbai didn't really go over the memorials, but just did it. "This king is the same as the emperor. He used to see unreliable zhezi when dealing with government affairs, and he was equally angry. It is logical to say that courtiers who can go to the Golden Luang Temple, Which one is not to learn to be rich and full of economics? Needless to say, I understand the truth. This king does not understand, how can I write such a book with his knowledge? To be a minister, not qualified. To be a monarch, there are times when you look at it."
The smile on Bei Canghuang's face paused, and several Bei Cang veterans were so angry that their faces changed.
How smart is King Nanling? The emperor summoned him into the palace, does he know what is going on? Even if you don't look at those folds, you can roughly guess what is written in the folds.
But now people just have that face pretending to be stupid, and they point the finger at the courtier of Bei Cang.
Several veteran officials couldn't hold back anymore, they were angry.
"King Nanling, that's not what I said. The ministers know that the emperor is busy with government affairs, and will never disturb the emperor at will if it is not necessary. Any papers that dare to pass to the emperor must have something to say."
"For example, these folds in front of me were delivered to the emperor by my Beicang courtier who had no choice but to do so! Our old guys will be here for the same thing!"
"The king of Nanling knows, what has the youngest son of Nanling done in my Beicang capital recently?! He beat the grandchildren of more than a dozen ministers! The youngest son of Nanling is now less than five years old, right? How can you be so arrogant and lawless at a young age!"
One person speaks, everyone speaks, and the Yushufang suddenly becomes a venue for collective condemnation of the Nanling King.
When he spoke first, he spoke more implicitly because of the reputation of Nanling King, and worried that he would get revenge by Nanling King if his words were unpleasant. Later, the more he said that he was more courageous, and the more that Yuehong said he rose up, and he couldn't control his mouth.
In the mouths of these veterans, Croton has directly become a heinous little scourge. If he is not disciplined, he will become a big scourge for the other side in the future. It will be too late to think about it then.
During this period, Emperor Bei Cang sat behind the book table without saying a word, and let several ministers attack Nanling King and his son with unpredictable expressions.
Feng Qingbai was not in a hurry, listened to such talks as if the son is not the godfather, and he was in the mood to pick up the teacup on the side to drink tea.
There is no majesty and deterrence, no thunderous anger, so full of leisure, but the voices of a few people who speak up are gradually muted.
No one could understand King Nanling's mind, and couldn't guess what he was thinking at the moment.
The imperial study room quieted strangely.
Bei Canghuang's eyelids shrank slightly, and he looked at the calm man dressed in purple.
I have to admit that some people are born with such aura, even if they sit there and say nothing and do nothing, he looks like a king.
"Like Nanling King laughed, these old courtiers, I am afraid that they have been disturbed very much these days, and they have accumulated a lot of grievances, and this will erupt in front of Nanling King."
Putting the teacup in his hand gently on the table, Feng Qingbai smiled and raised his eyes, "What the emperor said is that this king is also aware of it, and you sirs do have a lot of grievances. The king is listening to your words, just what you said. , But this king disagrees."
"What does the prince mean? I think Xiao Shizi is right?" The smile on Bei Canghuang's face faded, he leaned back in his chair, and his eyes became sharp when he watched Feng Qingbai. As the king of Nanling, Beicang even treats the prince as a guest of honor, but this does not mean that the prince can be unscrupulous in my Beicang and treat me Beicang as nothing!"
In the entire imperial study room, the atmosphere immediately changed.
The air flow seemed to become tense all of a sudden, and the sword was tense.
The few veterans standing between the emperor and the king, under this suffocating pressure, the foreheads were exuding fine cold sweat.
"The emperor is serious, this king did not intend to take Bei Cang lightly." His eyes were always calm and indifferent. Under the pressure that Bei Canghuang deliberately released, the man smiled like a breeze. "The adults just said clearly. After Cang behaved all around and bullied the courtiers of Beicang, the king couldn’t figure out one thing. The child was young, but a child under five years old, and even a foreigner. He was neither familiar with the topography of Beicang’s capital nor knew Beicang People from the minister's house in Cangge. Why do you always meet the children of the minister's house every time?"
The veterans who were filled with righteous indignation just now got stuck for a moment.
"If you want to say that children are deceiving others, is it possible that the villain will not be able to send the mansion to the mansion with which minister?"
The veterans were silent again and couldn't answer.
Hit the house? That's really not there!
"It's not bullying to the mansion. A little doll from Nanling can always meet someone who is bullied when going to the streets. That's quite strange. Could it be the way of teaching the younger generations in the upper circles of Beicang? It's not the same, let them hang out on the street every day?"
"... Then, that was the young man made an appointment with them!" Some veterans were uncomfortable, wanting to say that the young man had asked him out to beat him, beating him mercilessly.
"Since it’s an appointment, then it’s not bullying or not bullying. The little baby had an appointment for a discussion, and it was inevitable that a little bump was inevitable. If you beat someone else’s child, the king’s child will have pain in his hands. Could it be that the king still Can you find your house and settle the accounts because of this?"
"King Nanling, you, you are obviously a strong word!"
With a chuckle, Feng Qingbai stood up on the armrests, his eyes bursting with coldness, "If you really want to be arrogant, this king won't be so easy to talk about! My child is Feng Nanmo, and I only take my brother with me every day. My sister, I’ve never found a helper when I’ve been discussing with the young masters of the family. I’ve never found a helper, so I’ll choose a few! A group of people can’t beat a little baby. Not saying that they are inferior to others, but blame the children for bullying others? This king wants to be here today, too Before the emperor asked for justice, the king came to Beicang as a guest. Why is the child here, being bullied by more people?"