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Chapter 100: Emperor Master (40)

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Great Chu 220 years.

In the middle of winter, the death knell rings.

The emperor died, and the whole country fell into obscurity.

Along with the emperor, there was also a portrait with yellowed corners.

If there is an afterlife.

only wish.

Ordinary people, clothed with light tea, grow old together, and stay together for a long time.

Three days later, the new emperor ascended the throne.

The clothes hang down and the world is ruled, and the universe is covered.

On the throne room.

The son of heaven is bright yellow, the color of an emperor.

The twelve Yu crowns hang down slightly, blocking the sky.

Chu Yanhuan sat high on the dragon chair that symbolized the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, his exquisite face was expressionless, and there was already a faint sense of majesty between the slightly immature brows.

The minister at the bottom, Wu Yangyang, knelt on the ground, and everyone shouted in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

The empress slightly raised her hand.

"Everyone is in peace."

Qingliang's slightly immature voice sounded, the voice sounded without any emotion, and there was a faintly eerie and terrifying feeling in this empty Golden Temple.

The eunuch in charge of ceremonies standing in front of the white marble steps sang loudly, "If there is a book to start playing, there is no book to retreat to the court—"

In addition to being the prime minister with power over the government, Shen Qingjue also served as the emperor's teacher, teaching Chu Yanhuan the strategy and control that a high-ranking person should have.

But when it got to the back, Shen Qingjue found out.

Chu Yanhuan is a born emperor.

Her rationality is terrifying, and her strong ambition and sensitivity make her goal very clear. She will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal, and stubbornly force her opponent to have nowhere to escape.

This is.

The rationality and fickleness that an emperor needs.

And Chu Yanhuan's heart hides extremely hot emotions, the kind of true feelings that will never be easily revealed.

Great love for the beautiful mountains and rivers and the common people.

Here it is again.

The word benevolence is indispensable for emperors.

The combination of rigidity and softness, the emperor's iron blood and benevolence are vividly displayed in her body.

At this time, the Royal Study Room was filled with gunpowder smoke.

"What's the matter with the bureaucracy? How do you deal with such a mess now!"

The empress's cold voice came from the hall, "Small to appease, big to punish, do you need me to teach such a simple thing? Let's see what you have done, do you need me to teach you everything? Handle it yourself?"

"And this..."

"bump!"

There was a muffled sound, probably the sound of a zip slamming on the desk.

"Who allowed you to meddle in the affairs of the Ministry of Justice at will, and who gave you the courage to do something like this?"

When Shen Qingjue first stepped into the outer hall, she heard the girl's sharp words and soft and pleasant voice, which was a little weird and gloomy at the moment.

The thunderous wrath of the young empress.

The young man's exquisite and beautiful pupils were slightly startled, and his fingers tightly wrapped in the snow clothes.

It's not often that she gets so angry...

"Go down and deal with it immediately. If you can't solve it within three days, come and see me." Chu Yanhuan's clear and beautiful voice was sharp and compelling.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Qingjue pushed open the door of the imperial study room and stepped in.

All eyes were on the young man in front of the door.

Snow clothes and ink hair, the scenery is like the moon.

All the ministers cupped their hands, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Qingjue nodded slightly, then walked towards Chu Yanhuan.

Seeing Shen Qingjue coming, Chu Yanhuan pursed his lips and waved his hands to make the others back off.

Soon, there were only the two of them left in the imperial study room.

Shen Qingjue spoke first, "Why are you so angry?"

As he spoke, he bent down slightly, picked up the memorial on the ground with his white fingertips, dusted off the dust, and opened it.

After seeing the above content clearly, the young man slightly hooked the corners of his cherry red lips, and laughed a little.