"When does the prince usually go to court?" Liu Yusheng asked, pretending to be nothing.
"The time of the upper dynasty is generally in the early hours of the morning, while the time of the dynasty is not fixed. It may be earlier or later."
Liu Yusheng nodded clearly, strangely saying that she didn't have to wait for him to have breakfast, for fear that even he would not be able to determine the time of the next day.
Yesterday, in the imperial garden, his relationship with her was completely known to Princess Liu, and she didn't know if any courtier would bring this matter to the court to discuss it.
Just like the modern top rich family, the marriage of family children usually has no personal freedom of choice, and various interests need to be taken into account.
Since Feng Qingbai is not here in the morning, she can take advantage of this time to do her own thing.
With a slight change of mind, Liu Yusheng will have to worry about it.
After breakfast, he got on the royal palace carriage and went out accompanied by Fu Yuzheng.
The base camp of the Liu Family in Kyoto is in the capital, so there must be their own shops in the city. She wants to go and see it, and she has a bottom in her heart.
At the court, Liu Yusheng guessed it.
Someone really brought her to the court about her following Feng Qingbai, and a lot of officials discussed it.
"The prince, it's not that the minister wants to interfere in the prince's personal affairs, but it must be mentioned. The prince has a distinguished position. As the regent, he is already a benchmark for the royal family's children. Even the surrounding countries are constantly staring at the prince's every move. People attract attention. The princess needs to be worthy of the prince to not be laughed at by the people of the world!"
"In these years, the prince regent has been busy with government affairs, and he has not been keen on marriage. The ministers are quite anxious for the prince. Now that the prince has plans, it should be a pleasant thing to say, but if the target is only a civilian county owner, this … Isn’t this a joke!"
"In recent days, rumors about the prince and Ruyi county lord have spread in the city, and the prince’s behavior in front of others has not shy away. If the prince really loves this woman, it’s okay to accept it, but Princess Nanling, she is Can't do it."
The ministers, with one word and one word, are impassioned and discuss Feng Qingbai's private affairs as state affairs.
The end is lively.
Feng Qingbai stood at the head of the civil servants, slightly tilted his head to look at the officials who were moisturizing, all of whom were in the middle of the official ranks among the hundred officials, and they were all soldiers who were pushed out to add obstacles to him.
Instead, those big officials stood by with their hands clasped, watching their noses and noses, without saying a word.
Waiting to see the theater.
Feng Mohan sat on the dragon chair with one hand propped on his cheeks, his eyes drooping slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked more bored and lethargic.
In an early dynasty, the ministers were discussing this matter almost half of the time.
There are many voices of opposition and many voices of support.
Only the person involved did not speak from beginning to end.
Until the retreat, no one heard the Nanling King express his attitude.
Some people even couldn't hold back, catching up with the man who was about to walk out of the hall, "The prince, what did the prince think about what everyone was discussing just now?"
"What did you discuss just now?" the man asked.
"..." After a long while, the presenter said, "It's the prince's relatives..."
"My king's family, what are you waiting for?" said lightly, the man walked away.
A group of courtiers were left stunned in place, and the wind was messy.
Dare to love them for so long in the court, they just sang a one-man show.
They didn't take their words seriously.
This is the attitude of King Nanling.
You can talk, you can only talk.
But no matter how happy the discussion is, it has nothing to do with him.
He can't influence any decision.
When Feng Mohan moved from Jinluan Temple to Deyu Study Room, the man was already sitting behind the counter and reading the memorial.
Hundreds of memorials were divided into two piles by him in a moment.
Ninety percent of a pile of nearly all memorials was pushed in front of him, "You come to read these, and you can ignore those who have nothing to say."
Seeing that there are fewer than ten books in front of the man, Feng Mohan's eyes twitched, "Uncle Emperor, can you take away a little more?"
With such a lot of things, it would take him at least a long time to read it without approving it!
"No." The man was already busy holding the brush, and the answer was very merciless, "You will have to take over government affairs in two years. You should learn to get started with these things now."
"It's because you don't have to work hard against a bunch of government affairs every day, and you don't need to go to the harem every day to get the rain and dew, so you are not the emperor, uncle emperor." Burn these things with a torch.
It’s okay to have something to say, but what I hate the most is those who have to write long articles to brush up their sense of existence even if there is nothing to say!
All the limited hours in a day are spent in saliva!
"How much responsibility you take is equal to how much power you hold. This world is yours, so what are you dissatisfied with."
"If you feel good, I will give you this world, and you will do it." Are you willing? Easier said than done.
The man glanced over slightly, and Feng Mohan immediately lowered his head to read the notes.
Whenever you talk about it, throw it away.
A few words, throw.
If the handwriting is ugly, throw it away.
It's densely written, throw it away.
…
Soon, the hill pile was almost resolved, and Feng Mohan picked up the brush, opened the only few books in front of him, and slowly approved.
There are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. He can do his best, but he will never die.
People who are emperors are mostly short-lived, why? Just tired!
Feng Qingbai pressed the jumped forehead on the opposite side, but finally didn't say anything.
The memorials he pushed to the young boy were all selected, and the ones that really needed serious review were the ones in front of him.
After he has reviewed it, he will let the young man read it in detail, and learn how to govern the country.
"Uncle Emperor, those people know that they can't influence your decision, so why do they have to bring up the matter between you and Aunt Liu in the courtroom for a high-profile discussion?" After reviewing and reviewing the two books, the young boy couldn't hold back again. Asked while biting his pen.
The corners of Feng Qingbo’s lips twitched slightly, and there was a seeming irony in his eyes, “Their real purpose is not to force the king to express his position on the spot, but to guide them through the appearance of'group officials opposed'. Public opinion in the world. At that time, the whole world is saying that this king should not marry a civilian woman. If this king still wants to go his own way, he will lose popular support in an instant, and his prestige will fall to the bottom."
Feng Mohan was dumb for a while, this method was really vicious. Those in the upper ranks are most afraid of losing public opinion. Once it reaches that point, a game of chess is equal to losing most of it.
At the same time, his admiration for men grew stronger, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
No matter how cunning the enemy is, the emperor's uncle can see through the opponent's true intentions at a glance. In contrast, he felt that he could only see himself on the surface, which was really not what he expected to be an emperor.
Or else, grind the emperor's uncle again and let him take this position back