Beihuang held the woman's waist and tightened his grip slightly.
The woman frowned in pain, but when she looked at Ye Qingcheng, the smile on her face grew stronger.
Undercurrent, surge.
Qingge glanced at the woman coldly. This woman was not simple, but she was just that. Don't worry about it. She could see what Beihuang was thinking at a glance. However, this would only push the distance further.
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Qingge withdrew her gaze, looked at Baiguan, opened her red lips slightly, and said, "Have you thought of any disaster relief measures?"
The eunuch walked down holding the sandalwood tray, and all the ministers put the folds on it. The eunuch collected the pile of folds, walked to the table, and put the tray down.
The maid cooks tea, which is snow smoke tea from the south of the Yangtze River. It rises like clouds and mist, just like the water town in the dream.
Qingge picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and then opened the ministers' papers.
The book contains many disaster relief strategies that ministers have thought hard about, but they are all too one-sided and not general enough.
After reading one Qingge, he threw it directly to the ground. The further he looked back, the worse his face became. He was as black as the bottom of a pot. The air in the imperial study room seemed to have been drained out. The ministers and officials all felt suffocated and were sitting in great fear.
Although the woman in front of the desk is young, she is born to be a king, so they cannot underestimate her.
Qingge read all the excerpts, crossed her legs, and took a sip of the hot tea.
She remained silent, not saying a word, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
"Is this the disaster relief strategy you came up with?"
The singer took the tea cup and pushed it on the table, causing the tea to splash out. The ministers all knelt down in panic, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, calm down."
Qingge sneered and leaned back, her back sunken into the back of the chair, her legs covered with a milky white blanket. Her expression was lazy, her temperament was graceful, and although she was violent, she was dignified. Then she looked around, her eyes
Wherever it reaches, it's like ice and snow falling.
"Is this the disaster relief strategy you have come up with?" Qing Ge sneered coldly: "They are all perfunctory methods to fish in troubled waters. They can't be put on the table. They are so general, but none of them are really practical. Even if there are a few practical ones,
The disaster relief measures we have taken are only treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and have no effect. Is this the answer you gave me?"
The heads of many ministers became lower and lower.
They knelt on the cold ground, not daring to breathe.
Qingge paused, frowned, got angry, and said angrily: "Many of you have studied hard for decades before you are where you are today. But you have enjoyed the glory and wealth that the empire has brought to you.
But they have not fulfilled their responsibilities. In this world, whose world is it? Who does the country depend on? Who is the pillar of the country? Everywhere in the north moon, disasters are coming from the sky. It is better for you. You should eat and drink. In the imperial capital,
Enjoy comfort, but have you ever thought about taking it from the people and using it for the people? The four empires are the most comfortable and prosperous territories. That is because we, the superiors, can make decisions for the people and uphold justice for them.
, let Wang Fa have a place to speak, but what have you done? Pillars? I think you are just worms. If you don’t want to do this anymore, just resign and return to your hometown. The emperor does not support useless people and does not want greedy officials."
His words were sonorous, powerful, and resounding. He was not polite to many elderly ministers and officials, and just scolded them head-on.
Several ministers of the older generation had their faces flushed. They wanted to explain, but they couldn't find the words. They just felt ashamed.
His soft words, which were rough and rational but not rough, awakened some officials, especially young officials.
There are officials who line their own pockets and are greedy for enjoyment, but they are like rat shit and cannot be dealt with at once. It is precisely because Qingge understands this that he does not make a big fuss about it unless it touches on principles and bottom lines.
The future of the country depends on the new officials, those who come from a poor place to this position step by step.
Perhaps, after taking office, they forgot their original intention and fell in love with love and enjoyment. But as long as someone sounds the alarm, they will wake up from a dream.
"Your Majesty, I have a plan." A young official stood up and said.
"Tell me about it..." Qingge raised her eyebrows and suppressed her anger.
"There is nothing we can do about natural disasters, but we can provide support from all directions. Moreover, we can use everything that should be used to minimize the losses, so that the dead have graves and the survivors have food to eat. Let's remember the kindness of the emperor..."
The minister opened and closed his mouth and spoke continuously, just like the water of the Yellow River, pouring out five or six disaster relief strategies in succession.
Hearing this, Qing Ge nodded repeatedly, his brows relaxed, his face was gentle, and he even smiled. It can be seen that he was very satisfied with the disaster relief strategy this person said.
This person said yes, and then some ministers stood up to perfect the disaster relief strategy.
Singing softly brings joy to the face.
That night, in the Imperial Study Room, the King of the Four Kingdoms, Thunderous Fury, discussed disaster relief strategies and solutions with hundreds of civil and military officials.
No one is sleeping, but each one is more passionate than the other. They speak out their thoughts. Qingge will point out the shortcomings, take the essence and remove the dross. Other officials will also discuss the feasibility of this plan.
Perhaps, they are afraid of authority and feel uneasy when speaking in front of Qing Ge.
But tonight, they spoke freely.
Even some military generals would smile happily and consider themselves intellectuals if they occasionally added a few words and received praise from the four kings.
This conversation lasted until noon on the second day.
The perfect disaster relief plan was thought up.
Qingge looked at the several officials who were still full of energy after not sleeping all night, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Rotten wood and carvings.
It was hard for Qingge to imagine how important reputation was. After the disaster relief, her prestige increased, paving the way for her to reach the top in the future.
After the officials all went back, Qingge and Ye Qingcheng stayed in the palace to have lunch.
A huge crystal table, delicious food, a full banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties, and then, there were only four people at the crystal table.
The woman in purple yawned repeatedly and sat next to Bei Huang.
Ye Qingcheng's face was expressionless, as cold as Xuan Bing.
"With the continuous disaster in Beiyue, wouldn't it be too luxurious to eat these delicacies?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
She never cares about national affairs.
But this is Ye Qingge's country, Ye Qingge's home, she has to care.
Qingge nodded, "Indeed, when a natural disaster strikes, Beiyue should work together and not be too extravagant."
While Ye Qingcheng was talking to Qingge, the woman in purple sitting opposite happened to add a bowl of soup to Beihuang.
The soup is century-old ginseng soup.
The face of the woman in purple changed slightly and she said with a smile: "Your Majesty is not in good health and needs to be replenished. Only when your body is well can you run the country in peace and order. Do you think so, Your Majesty?"
"What you said is absolutely true." Beihuang nodded, looking into the eyes of the woman in purple, hiding a deep smile.
You and I.
The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched.
Ye Qingcheng glanced at the woman and said nothing more.
She only remembered the scene last night, the hazy night, the white moonlight, the two people in front of the Xianglong Pillar, with their bodies close together.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Beihuang, who was also quietly sizing up Ye Qingcheng, his palms sweating.
He wished that Ye Qingcheng would be a little bit jealous.
"Your Majesty, you should also take good care of yourself."
Ye Qingcheng poured a bowl of century-old ginseng soup for Qing Ge.
There is only one person in her eyes.
Beihuang clenched his hands into fists. He should have known that nothing would change. What was he still looking forward to?