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"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

After hearing this, many people feel like they have a bright mirror in their hearts.

threaten!

A blatant threat!

Seriously crazy!

They were sure that if they remained silent, His Majesty would have the audacity to shamelessly take all the civil and military officials to Mount Tai to enshrine the throne.

They don't want to be embarrassed together!

"Your Majesty, it is indeed the duty of an minister."

The ministers had forced smiles on their faces, trying to turn their gritted teeth into firm sincerity.

Cui Canwen smiled brightly, and even her eyes were as bright and dazzling as if they were soaked in water. "If that's the case, I won't be polite."

"Since you have great literary talents and I can benefit from reading them, from today onwards, I will write memorials every day. The number of words must not be less than a thousand words. The ideas must not be repeated. We are not allowed to find ghostwriters. There are no exceptions."

"What I want to see is your thoughts, not some unknown ghostwriter, do you understand?"

Since you like to write eloquent things, then write as much as you like.

"Besides, those who wish to greet me can directly enter the palace from now on."

"You were worried that I wouldn't be able to eat well, so you washed my hands and made soup for me."

"If you are worried about whether I can sleep in the palace comfortably, you can also go to the palace to serve me, or pay for me to build palaces and pavilions for me."

"As the saying goes, it's better to do one practical thing than to talk a thousand words. If you just talk but don't do it, I won't follow it."

"If you only draw cakes for me, I will doubt the character of your civil servants."

"Understandable?"

The ministers were speechless and their heads were covered with black lines.

What kind of stimulation did your Majesty receive to say such crazy words?

How do officials enter the palace to serve?

Once the official robe is taken off, will he be castrated again?

For scholars, this is simply a shame.

"Your Majesty, I am so busy with official duties that I am often so busy that I cannot even touch the ground. Writing a thousand-word memorial every day is really difficult."

Cui Canwen was surprised and unsure, "Really?"

"Nowadays, the rivers are clear and the sea is clear, there are no lost objects on the road, the people are simple and simple, and the people are happy and harmonious. How can they not touch the ground?"

"Is it because you are incompetent, or what I see is just an illusion."

"Your Majesty is loyal and caring to me, and you will never deceive me. Therefore, you'd better not make any jokes. I don't like this joke."

"I will wait quietly for the memorials from the ministers. If there are any omissions or delays, I will send my chamberlain and the Qianniu Guards to beat gongs and drums and go to the mansion to specifically ask for them."

"Your memorials are indispensable spiritual food for me. If I don't read them for a day, I will become depressed and it will affect the destiny of the country."

"The ministers of the humerus will definitely serve Yong and work hard for me, and they will be exhausted, let alone a trivial thousand-character memorial."

"I will name and criticize the one who wrote the least."

The ministers' throats felt like they had a mouthful of old blood that they couldn't swallow or vomit out.

Who taught His Majesty these cunning, crazy and shameless words?

Old Mrs. Zhou who has returned home?

impossible!

Mrs. Zhou was the most rigorous and realistic person, and would never go astray.

Queen Cui?

It's even more impossible, everyone doesn't know that Queen Cui has always been virtuous and generous.

You only have one face, so don't lose it.

Whoever writes the least will be criticized by name?

When you burn the midnight oil and study hard to get the honors, you are not so aggrieved.

"I'm a little tired. Let's call it a day today."

"My lords, please don't forget!"

Cui Canwen reminded kindly.

She really knows how to send people to beat gongs and drums to show off in the market.

"Your Majesty, I have something to advise your Majesty."

Shangshu Ling, who is always getting stronger and stronger, plans to rely on his old age and sell his old age.

Cui Canwen stood up, "I'm not going to listen to advice."

"If I listen to what Mr. Lao said, can Mr. Lao allow me to go to Mount Tai to pray for Zen?"

Seeing this, Wang Baolang said in a loud voice, "Go to court."

Liang Shaoyuan followed Cui Canwen blankly and left Qianyang Hall.

That sentence of "I'm not going to listen to advice" is really domineering and arrogant.

And how did Cui Canwen come up with these wicked ideas?

As soon as he left Qianyang Palace, Liang Shaoyuan whispered in Cui Canwen's ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to take back power?"

Where has the power been taken away? Isn't the memorial still no business?

"It's just the first step."

"Let's go, you can go see the master of Qingwang Temple that you have longed for."

Cui Canwen didn't want to explain more.

Liang Shaoyuan hesitated to speak, and there seemed to be a small fire in his eyes.

Feeling the hot air spraying by her ears, Cui Canwen staggered slightly.

His eyes are so hot, is it because he admires her so much that he wants to become her disciple?

impossible!

She also has standards for accepting disciples.

Those with bad conduct and great evil can climb as far as they can.

Along the way, Liang Shaoyuan stared at Cui Canwen with burning eyes, as if examining, as if weighing, but also as if regretting.

Returning to the Hall of Eternal Life, Liang Shaoyuan immediately sent someone to invite the master of Qingwang Temple to come over.

The master of the Qingwang Temple is dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with a handsome and white face, a light beard on his chin, a childish face with white hair, and an indescribable immortal spirit. He looks like an immortal coming to the world against the light.

In this regard, Cui Canwen can only say that the Taoism is profound and the beauty is skillful.

"Guanzhu."

Liang Shaoyuan couldn't wait to speak.

The main visitor of Qingwang Temple is the worshiper of Dayong.

In other words, Qingwang Temple is a royal Taoist temple and has always been respected and respected by others.

Cui Canwen glanced at Liang Shaoyuan and spoke first, "I came across a collection of strange things a few days ago. The contents in it are very bizarre and fascinating."

"There are some stories in this that I'm curious about."

"I estimate that it may have something to do with the art of Xuanmen. It happens that I need to invite the temple master into the palace to pray for the fetus in Ruixian's belly, so I want to take this opportunity to let the temple master answer my questions."

It wasn't that she had to speak, she was really worried about the anxious Liang Shaoyuan, so she asked directly regardless.

The master of Qing Wang Guan is aloof and untainted by dust.

Although it is a tribute to the royal family, it is basically not involved with any forces.

He is neither Liang Shaoyuan's nor hers.

Therefore, caution is still required.

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter."

Qingwangguan's master's voice does not seem old, but is like the green apricots hanging on the branches, clear and crisp.

Cui Canwen became more and more curious about how old this person was.

It is said that Peng Zu attained Taoism and practiced Buddhism all his life. He was immortal for 800 years, had the face of a child and crane hair, and lived as long as a crane.

It shows that people who practice Taoism have some supernatural powers.

I just don’t know what kind of magical powers this worship master from the Great Yong Dynasty has.

"There is a story about body swapping. I was shocked when I saw it. According to the viewer's opinion, is there such a bizarre thing in this world?"

"Or is this just a fantasy from a fairy tale?"

Cui Canwen frowned slightly and asked sincerely.

The master of Qingwangguan remained calm, his eyes just glanced between Cui Canwen and Liang Shaoyuan without any trace, as plain as water: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."
Chapter completed!