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There were whispers below, and there was even some faint laughter. Ni Sheng's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she broke away from Uncle Jiu's arms and jumped up and waved to Mi Wuhua: "Hey, little monk, you haven't become a monk yet.
?"
The whole hall burst into laughter, Mi Wuhua stood helpless, her cheeks were as red as blood, and her delicate and coquettish look looked like a woman who had not left the court. Mi Tian glared at Ni Sheng with a dark face,
Ni Sheng stuck out her tongue at him, looking happy and gloating.
"Does this girl have trouble with her eyesight?" A nice male voice came from the side. Ni Sheng turned her head and her eyes lit up.
The visitor bowed his head, first gave Dong Fengcheng the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, and then gave a simple bow to the Queen Mother. He was wearing a washed and whitened gown, but he did not look embarrassed at all, but instead made people greet him.
Impressed by the style.
He had a pair of clear eyes, as pure as a newborn baby. After Ni Sheng came back to her senses, she realized that this man was angry with her. With a smile on her lips, she said to the visitor: "Why do you say my eyes are not good?"
Is it too useful?"
Seeing that Ni Sheng didn't get angry on the spot, the visitor was also stunned, and smiled like snow in the early morning, "It's snowing on the lower river."
"Dong Ni Sheng." She also announced her name generously.
Jiang Shangxue bowed gracefully to Dong Nisheng, and then said: "Brother Wuhua is a man who is only three feet tall. I wonder where the girl can tell that he is a monk? Or can the girl tell with her fingers whether Brother Wuhua will become a monk in the future?"
Dong Nisheng curled her lips, looking pitifully aggrieved, her smoky eyes were indescribably moving, "Isn't it? Without flowers, you will definitely not be able to get a wife in this life, not in this world."
Besides a monk, who else can’t get a wife? I wonder if the young master is also someone who can’t get a wife?”
There was another burst of laughter around, and someone stood up and echoed: "Princess, what you said is very polite. Mi Tianjiang, the name given to your son is really inappropriate."
Mi Tianjiang glared at him with a dark face. He was a general under Yu Zimu.
Yu Zimu scolded with a cold voice: "Aoxiang, step back."
Aoxiang silently took a step back, and glared back at General Mi Tian unwillingly. He was just a general in charge of fifty thousand waterway troops! What's so great about it? If the time hadn't been right now, why would it have been your turn?
One and a half generals are pretending to be powerful here. Aoxiang is angry and feels unworthy of his master.
"Okay." Dongfengcheng finally looked at it with pleasure. At this time, he stood up at the right time, and a sense of imperial majesty emerged spontaneously. Shangguan Minglu, who was sitting next to him, frowned secretly and pointed with her tail.
The gold finger cot accidentally broke off.
There was a snap, and although the sound was small, it reached everyone's ears clearly. Everyone remained strangely silent.
Dong Fengcheng pretended not to hear, looked at the group of courtiers below with an expressionless face, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Is it fun?"
Everyone was stunned by his incomprehensible words. The emperor is an emperor after all. He is moody and unpredictable. The old ministers habitually lowered their heads and listened attentively. Only Dong Qianmo, Dong Yanqi and Yu Zimu looked directly at him.
Dongfeng City above.
His eyes fell on Ni Sheng, who suddenly felt that Dongfeng City was so strange, as if she had never known it before, but she knew that he was fighting alone at the moment, and he needed his own encouragement! He was doing it for
The commitment between them is working hard!
She smiled at him, and then he looked away, scanning everyone one by one, and finally landed on the Ninth Prince next to her, "You don't think so, but I think it's fun. Tomorrow is my enthronement ceremony.
, I hope that all my dear friends will walk through this street of the Imperial City with me, what do you think?"
"this···"
"Your Majesty, this is unreasonable!"
Someone had already stood up and vetoed it with a panic-stricken look. But he seemed to have ignored it and turned his head to look at the empress dowager who was sitting upright on one side, "I wonder what the empress dowager wants?"
Zi Xiao was kneeling in front of her and carefully took out the remaining finger cot from her little finger. The emperor's words made the finger cot on her hand shake, and the sharp thorns pierced in. Shangguan Minglu jumped out of the chair in pain.
He stood up and kicked Zixiao down, who was kneeling on the ground, "You useless slave."
"My slave deserves to die! My slave deserves to die!" She kept kowtowing.
A complex and unpredictable sight came across her back. Her back stiffened and she buried her head deeply on the ground, not daring to speak any more.
His eyes darkened, and he asked again in a low voice: "How do you feel about the Queen Mother?"
Shangguan Minglu was startled and raised her head suddenly. The child was looking at her with a strange look. Those eyes were exactly the same as those of Dong Zhai Ying. She was inexplicably frightened. She forced herself to sit down slowly and calmly, breathing calmly.
Said: "Feng'er can do whatever he wants!"
"In this case, the queen mother thinks Feng'er's opinion is good. Then, the queen mother should also join in!" He finally curled his lips and looked down at the woman on the chair with a sneer.
There was a sound of gasping from below, "Your Majesty, how can the Queen Mother's noble body be trampled by those untouchables?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please think twice!"
He suddenly turned around, and a pair of cold eyes shot towards him. Several of the courtiers who had been begging for help suddenly fell silent. Their bodies unconsciously slid down and fell to their knees on the ground, bowing their heads and professing their submission.
"Then you mean that my body is not noble? Do you mean that the people in the Zhaohua Kingdom's majestic position are lowly?" He was furious.
Ni Sheng turned her head to look at Uncle Jiu, but saw a suspicious blush on his face, and felt anxious: "Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with you?"
There was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and he smiled weakly. There was a hint of forbearance on Qingcheng's face, and his voice had a tone of coaxing a child: "Good boy, Sheng'er stays here alone, Uncle Jiu will go out for a while."
His steps were frivolous, and she wanted to catch up, but Dong Fengcheng's angry words came from behind her: "I will let you know who is the one who can let you sit down safely in your current position!"
She turned back blankly, and happened to meet his slightly angry eyes. Was he angry? What was he angry about? Could it be that he was so angry with these old ministers that he couldn't use his head anymore?