When the prime minister was young, he was the young man in the dreams of girls in Beijing. He was so beautiful that he rode a horse across the street. On the way back, he would be smashed by several embroidered handkerchiefs to show his love.
He lost his father since he was a child, his father died in battle, and his mother died with depression. Only his grandfather was left to raise him, doing everything by himself, teaching him calligraphy, poetry, riding and shooting, and even the loyalty in his bones that would never be lost in several lifetimes.
The prime minister's grandfather was an old prime minister. He was old and suffering from illnesses, and gradually he couldn't make it through. He held the prime minister's hand tightly before the sick bed, insisting that he swear to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life, and to assist the young emperor without any second thoughts.
The prime minister cried and agreed, and the old prime minister just closed his eyes and went west with peace of mind.
But the prime minister didn't know how to be a good prime minister. He could help with ordinary political affairs, but he didn't know how to persuade the emperor.
The only other prime minister he had ever seen in his life was the old prime minister, who always cried, made trouble, and hanged himself. The prime minister became this prime minister ignorantly, and he could only learn from his grandfather.
Learn well.
The emperor said that if he wanted to build a summer resort, he would need to conscript the people for labor. An ordinary-sized villa is fine, the emperor insists on a large manor that has never been seen before or since.
The prime minister, as usual, failed to persuade the court, so he stood up and slammed into the dragon pillar, insisting on admonishing each other with death. The ministers skillfully divided into two groups, and the young one grabbed the prime minister and shouted, " Prime Minister! Prime Minister!!"
The other group of people knelt down skillfully in unison, kneeling on the ground, their voices were orderly and resonant, "Think twice, Your Majesty!"
The emperor just waved his hand and said with a headache, "All right, all right, all step back."
Once the prime minister's approach works, it will become more excessive. Once the emperor has some novel idea of harming the people, the prime minister will not even bother to do the step of persuasion, and directly hit the pillar. Helplessly waved.