All the courtiers could clearly see what was going on in the palace that night.
Although the palace can isolate the spiritual consciousness from scanning, the changes in the national destiny caused by the battle between the two cannot be hidden from the immortal cultivators.
Prime Minister's Mansion.
The prime minister, who had been ill for a long time, rarely met with the ministers who came to "visit his illness".
"Sir, the sudden change in the sky is because Your Majesty has manipulated the destiny of the country."
"If you cut it off, it will be cut off. Your Majesty is determined to kill the immortal with the destiny of the country, which is very detrimental to us."
"I beg you, sir, to take the lead. We will be with you in life and death."
"I don't know who will be killed today. If this continues, Your Majesty will exhaust the destiny of the country. In this way, all our hundreds of years of planning will be in vain."
"Sir, you must come out and take charge of the overall situation." All the loyal and good ministers cried bitterly.
The Prime Minister slowly rubbed the lid of his teacup: "I have told you a long time ago that, as the emperor, His Majesty has a very bad temper. You must keep yourselves clean about certain things.
Zhou Chengyun and Shen Changfeng, look at what they did, it will bring a loss of face to all the worlds in the world.
The Mo League is determined to stabilize the relationship between Shifang World and the human race, but as for you, you are simply unable to hold up the wall."
"Sir," a court official said unwillingly, "what happened here has happened in all dynasties. No matter how hard you kill, you can't stop it.
In the final analysis, we immortal cultivators are still higher than human beings, and our flaws cannot be concealed."
"It's so stupid," the Prime Minister said angrily, slapping the table, "The flaws don't hide the flaws, but you are the only one to show me, and the result is nothing.
But I have completely exposed my flaws."
"Sir, please calm down." The other person saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "This is also an old problem, a problem left over from history since ancient times.
What the subordinates are worried about is that if you let His Majesty continue to be willful, the consequences may be unmanageable."
"Of course, Your Majesty cannot be allowed to act arbitrarily," the Prime Minister sneered, "What I mean is that you should not always be caught by His Majesty and become disgraced."
All the court officials nodded and bowed in apology.
"Nowadays, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the General Affairs Department, and the Dali Temple are all having problems one after another," the Prime Minister glanced over sternly, "That's all. It's better to give His Majesty the emperor's taste, so as not to be always angry.
But I no longer want to see Liubu have problems, do you understand?"
"My subordinates understand." Everyone bowed.
"Sir," another person said cautiously, "the matter in Ningzhou...and the issue of the subjugated clan..."
"I make my own decision," the Prime Minister waved his hand, "I am in good health and can go to court." ap.
Everyone was overjoyed that someone finally came out to take charge of the situation.
Your Majesty, your arrogant days are over.
Watch us work together to kill you.
Everyone left happily.
The Prime Minister looked at their backs and shook his head slightly.
The absolute strength of immortal cultivators over mortals has gradually caused them to lose their standards of judgment.
How is it that today’s emperor is so easy to deal with?
"Sir," a dark shadow flashed, "this is the latest news from our spies."
The emperor can use the Embroidered Clothes Envoy to find out information about court officials, and the Prime Minister can naturally place his own spies in the Embroidered Clothes Envoy.
Immortal cultivators are not allowed to enter the palace, but ordinary people have no problem.
The Prime Minister took it over and looked at it carefully. He raised it casually and the paper burned to ashes: "Tan Shuyi did it. He wanted to replace His Majesty. It is really audacious."
Originally, I expected to be able to manipulate His Majesty's tail and talk about the fate of the country, but now, the Prime Minister feels that he has no place to put his face.
No matter what you say, Xu Mochen is still the emperor of the human race elected by all the worlds in the ten directions.
How can it be changed by cultivators at will?
"Pig head!" The Prime Minister said a rare sentence, "I know what happened, keep a close eye on it."
The black shadow just disappeared, over there at the doorway
The person who turned around was the steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"My lord, a letter has been sent to the palace," the steward trotted over to report, "Your Excellency, please read it."
A letter from the palace?
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, took the letter, looked at the stamp on it, and immediately narrowed his eyes.
The Queen Mother has returned to the palace.
After reading the letter, the Prime Minister stood up and said: "Let's make some arrangements. I will leave for a while."
There are some things that he cannot decide and need to report to the top management of the Mexican League.
September turns to autumn, and the court meeting is held.
In the main hall of the court, there are still rows of seats, but the number is reduced than before.
After Xu Mochen successfully removed Dali Temple, he had three departments in his hands.
Of these three departments, those in power now are naturally human officials.
They all looked upright and upright, and although they were standing behind them, they looked at ease.
The court official sitting in front felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"Why do I feel that the situation has changed a bit?"
"An illusion must be an illusion."
"The Ministry of Punishment must be having a hard time. Among the three divisions, the Procuratorate and Dali Temple are both from the human race."
"Just talking about it makes me angry. A few days ago, the idiot from the Procuratorate actually took part in one of our books, saying that it was a case involving the former Southern Guard and that officials from the Ministry of Punishment were derelict in their duties."
"No one from Dali Temple came today, something must have happened."
"Alas, you didn't receive the news. His Majesty killed him in the palace last night."
"That night? I saw it too. It was indeed the national destiny."
"What are you afraid of? Your Majesty, I think the country's destiny is not much."
The discussions are all about matters concerning the country and the people.
Following a shout from the chamberlain, Xu Mochen climbed up the steps and sat firmly on the throne.
The courtiers all saluted together, and Xu Mochen pressed his hands together: "Sit down, sit down, it's rare to have a court meeting, so don't do these false gifts."
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong," someone immediately said, "This etiquette was prescribed by the saints. It is the duty of a minister to respect the emperor and the teacher and follow the teachings."
This is the voice of the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
"As long as you are loyal," Xu Mochen smiled, "You are all virtuous ministers who have worked with me for many years and have fully exerted their strength in the process of unifying the world.
I have high hopes for you, and I want to create a prosperous world together. After a hundred years, you will be able to enjoy the Ancestral Temple with me..."
A hundred years?
Everyone sneered in their hearts, you died and we were still alive and well.
I deserve a piece of wool from the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
"What a pity," Xu Mochen shook his head and sighed, "In fact, I have repeatedly emphasized that the quality improvement of officials is very important, but there are always people who do not realize my good intentions and challenge my bottom line again and again. What happened happened, even if I wanted to cover it up, but in this world where everyone is watching and talking, how can I cover it up?
So you tell me, what should I do?
I am also in a dilemma."
As he spoke, he kept shaking his head and sighing.
Tang Derun's face was full of worry. He waved his hand and the waiter presented him with a cup of ginseng tea.
Xu Mochen almost wiped away tears. He took the ginseng tea and sipped it in small sips. He looked really exhausted and exhausted.
All the ministers gritted their teeth.
Embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?
You have killed immortal cultivators in so many departments, why are you so embarrassed now?