Spring is warm and flowers are in bloom. Her Majesty the Empress takes her favorite ministers headed by the Prime Minister on a trip to enjoy the flowers.
Her Majesty the Empress's carriage passed by, and the people stationed on both sides looked in reverence.
Nowadays, the flowers are blooming and every household is prosperous, but they have not forgotten the time when they were cold and hungry many years ago.
Emperor Chongrui was fatuous and lustful. He held drafts every year, built palaces, believed in Buddhism, and plundered people's wealth to build temples, making the people miserable.
What is even more terrifying are internal and external troubles.
The external trouble is that the people on the border of Dayong are often bullied and have no one to protect them. The internal trouble is that Emperor Chongrui is ignorant and immoral, the entire court is corrupt, rebels have appeared everywhere, and bandits are robbing the people's money in the name of the rebels.
Food matters.
No one thought that Da Rong would change because of a seven-year-old girl. No one knew why this seven-year-old girl could change Da Rong by herself. First, deal with internal problems, and then bring peace to the outside world.
In ten years, Dayong has changed.
Ever since she unified the entire continent, she has been loved by the people and regarded her as a god descending to earth. From then on, the people of Darong did not believe in Taoism or Buddhism, but only believed in Her Majesty the Empress.
It was rare to see the industrious Her Majesty the Empress out on an outing. The people of Darong craned their necks to look at her, holding flowers in their hands.
Just like when she returned from the war, they would greet her with prosperity in hand.
Yue Huai looked at the enthusiastic people of Da Rong outside and sighed in her heart. The people only knew that Her Majesty the Empress was a legend, but they did not know that she was able to change Da Rong so quickly because she paid the price of infinite rebirth.
Arrive at Baiyuan Garden, the destination for flower viewing.
Qian Yan lets the ministers do as they please, no need for too much etiquette today. Drinking, reciting poems, painting, chatting with each other... are all fine.
The ministers had long been accustomed to Her Majesty the Empress's style, and it became lively at the moment. Only those who had just taken office were a little embarrassed.
Yue Huai was sitting not far from Qian Yan, leaning lazily on a wicker chair and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him. He didn't move, and no one asked him to move. The ministers were very afraid of him, even though he looked a little a little nervous.
Looks harmless to humans and animals.
If you provoke him, he will be turned over by the other party.
Yue Cheng helped the empress fight corrupt officials all those years ago, and they are still deeply impressed by it. No matter how deep those people were hidden, he would always pull them out. It was true that no one wanted to kill him back then, but he backhandedly killed them all.
"Prime Minister, since you are here to enjoy the flowers, don't lie down on the wicker chair. It is not good for your health." Qian Yan said.
How can I work for her when her health is broken at such a young age?
It is not an easy task to find someone as versatile as the Prime Minister. No matter what she proposes, only the Prime Minister can quickly think of a solution that satisfies her.
Yue Huai stood up with a sigh. Her Majesty the Empress always felt that his health was going to be bad. There was nothing that could be done about it. He always claimed to be sick and refused to go to court. The whole Da Rong knew that he was not in good health.
Yue Huai looked at the thousands of wild geese surrounded by hundreds of flowers, and suddenly had the idea to paint this scene, the flowers here, and the painting of Her Majesty the Empress who was surrounded by flowers not only did not lose her beauty, but actually made them eclipse.
He just thought about it but didn't dare to draw it on the spot, so he decided to write down the scene, go back and draw it secretly, and treat it as one of the thousand-faceted pictures.
Although he had given the Empress the Thousand-faced Picture in the Small World, he was still preparing it in Da Rong.
Not wanting to paint, he felt a little itchy, so he finally decided to paint flowers.
He glanced at the crowd and saw that many people were painting flowers. It was not surprising that he painted this.
This chapter has been completed!