Yi Shuihan's planning book also added a lecture class, one lesson a day, with the purpose of changing people's thoughts. To change everything about a person, you must first change his thoughts.
If a person loses his reason and principles, he is no different from a beast and can do anything.
The martial arts of Fenghuaxueyue have improved rapidly, their thoughts have also changed, and the youngest Yueying is more stable than before.
"In the past few days, you have started to select your subordinates. I will arrange tasks for you after a while."
"Yes, Pavilion Master." The four of them were eager to try, [
"Xueying stays, you all should disperse." Yi Shuihan waved to Xueying, she remembered that Xueying was from Xiyue Kingdom.
Feng Huayue and the others left the cave without any doubt. Xue Ying waited for Yi Shuihan to speak with a serious look on his face.
"Xueying, sit down."
"Yes, Pavilion Master." Xue Ying sat upright, not squinting, and had a steady aura all over his body.
"Xue Ying, you are too serious." Yi Shui said coldly, just like those female CEOs with a straight face.
"Ah?" Xueying was full of doubts. Do you want her to be as charming as Huaying, or as lively and cute as Yueying? She really can't do it.
"Forget it, you are from Xiyue Kingdom. Let's talk about the humanities, geography and customs of Xiyue Kingdom."
"Eh? Yes, Pavilion Master." She didn't know what Pavilion Master meant, but she still said it.
Yi Shuihan listened for an hour, and probably knew what the Xiyue Kingdom was like. It was a feminist country, and its architecture and clothing sounded a bit like an ancient Western country. The Queen, the supreme leader of the Xiyue Kingdom, was not called the Emperor, but
Call Her Majesty the Queen or Your Majesty.
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In the past two days, a depressing dark cloud seems to have enveloped Ningcheng. There are several times more guards in the city than usual. The closer they get to the palace, the more oppressive and strict they become.
The ministers who attended the morning court this morning were all in a hurry. The emperor had not attended the morning court for several days. They also guessed that the emperor was dying, but they could not guess the holy intention. Who would succeed the prince or which prince?
The emperor died, the emperor died...
Things are changing rapidly, dark clouds are gathering, thunder and lightning are roaring.
The news of the emperor's death spread throughout the palace, to both the government and the public.
The concubines and concubines outside the emperor's palace were all frightened, fearing that they would be buried with the emperor. They prostrated themselves on the ground and cried loudly. It was not clear whether they were crying for the emperor or themselves.
The ministers knelt down one after another outside the emperor's palace, bursting into tears and crying loudly, for fear that they would not be able to cry as well as their colleagues.
The princes and princes knelt before the emperor, all looking grief-stricken. The expressions on each face seemed to be copied.
The queens and concubines were so sad that they cried so hard that their hair was slightly messed up. Their originally exquisite makeup became gloomy and gloomy, and the tears melted the rouge on their faces, no doubt like a palette.[
"The Emperor has an imperial edict." The chief eunuch who came out of the palace held up a bright yellow imperial edict.
The ministers were startled and knelt down without moving. The people in the concubine palace immediately stopped crying. Everyone had different expressions and shouted long live.
Ling Aoran stared at the imperial edict with resentful eyes. He was the prince to begin with, and he didn't need an imperial edict to ascend the throne. Could it be that his father wanted to pass the throne to someone else?
Ling Xiaoran and Ling Yiran looked slightly restrained, neither surprised nor happy, and knelt down properly, but there was already a huge wave in their hearts.