After the Congress adjourned, members and civilians left one after another. The big shots discussed legislative policies together, while the little guys boasted to each other about what they had seen and heard. Everyone benefited a lot from this unprecedented 100-person meeting.
The crowds gradually dispersed around the Daming Mansion. The atmosphere in the capital today was lively and noisy. It was no longer as chaotic as a week ago. The people of the Fire Nation began to talk in the streets and alleys. Their mood was filled with excitement and expectation, as if change was a good thing.
In such an atmosphere, when Lei Luo had just walked out of the main entrance of the auditorium and was about to step onto the steps, Guanghui stopped him from behind aggressively and said this, holding back a whole session of parliamentary questioning.
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Her pretty face was filled with unspeakable sorrow, and there was also a hint of hidden anger, which made her expression slightly ferocious, and she no longer looked as graceful and elegant as usual.
Sensing that Mitsue was very excited, Lei Luo was silent for a moment, and then waved to Kageyama Mamoru, Fugaku Shikaku and others who were following him:
"You guys should go first, the daimyo and I have something to talk about."
Several people looked at each other, and the newly appointed Prime Minister bowed politely to Mitsue, and then left together with the Konoha ninjas who only nodded to Mitsue.
"Come, let's find a secluded place to talk."
Lei Luo had no intention of stopping at the entrance of the Congress. He waved to Guanghui, then walked down the steps and walked deeper into the surrounding gardens.
Watching Lei Luo's back gradually go away, Guanghui took a deep breath and said to Xiaoqiu Xiaodong who was following him in the tone of Gujing Wubo: "You guys should go back first."
"your Highness……"
Guanghui's state obviously made Xiaoqiu uneasy, but before she could finish her words, this statement completely ignited Guanghui's anger: "Get out!"
Quickly holding the stunned sister's hand, Xiaodong lowered his head with a calm expression. He bowed first and sincerely apologized for Xiaoqiu's inappropriate address. Then he left, pulling his sister away quickly. The whole process only took a few seconds.
After taking several deep breaths, Guanghui bit her lips unconsciously as she watched Lei Luo go further and further. She supported her rising and rising chest, lifted up her skirt, and rushed towards Lei Luo's side with small steps.
position.
By the time she arrived at Lei Luo's side, Guanghui was already out of breath from exhaustion. Even her bright red lips were bitten by sharp teeth, and a streak of bright red blood streaked across her chin.
This place was on the bank of a lotus lake. Lei Luo was originally clasping his hands, admiring the beautiful scenery of the gardens in Daming Mansion. When he heard the sound of footsteps coming from his ears, he turned around and took a look at Guanghui, who looked embarrassed.
"You are not the mascot, you are the speaker."
The belated answer contained extremely dull emotions. Lei Luo seemed to be simply stating something, stating the words that made Guanghui change his mind. This attitude also made the female daimyo's mood even worse.
"Speaker? Haha~ To put it nicely, I don't even have the power of a member! I'm not allowed to make decisions, I'm not allowed to vote, and I'm not even allowed to discuss matters!"
"Tell me, what is the use of being the Speaker?"
Calmly watching Guanghui's twisted and ferocious face, looking at the blood spilling from the corner of the other person's mouth, looking at the other person's clenched fists, and the sharp nails that scratched the palms, the pretty face seemed to have turned into a fierce ghost...
Lei Luo was displeased and responded indifferently:
"The Speaker only has the power to preside over the Congress and has no power to participate in it. This is stipulated in the constitution. You..."
"Don't mention the constitution to me! That's not something Lei Luo can decide with just one mouthful!"
Roughly interrupting Lei Luo's words, Guanghui sneered and stared at the frowning eyebrows of the man in front of him. Guanghui took a breath and felt the burning breath in his chest. He felt that his courage had become much more abundant, and he simply roared loudly:
"After all, you just can't let go of the conflict between my father and you! That's why you have to be on guard against me, the so-called feudal remnant!"
"Everyone has to play according to your rules of the game! This feels very good, right? More comfortable than when you make love with me? So comfortable that you can openly abandon me and leave your woman aside!"
"Lei Luo! You bastard! You shameless..."
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and after a plop, Guanghui was lying on the grass, looking at Lei Luo who slowly retracted his palm, subconsciously covering his slightly red and swollen cheeks, his expression fell into a dull state for a moment.
Lowering his head and staring coldly at this woman who was dazzled by the desire for power, Lei Luo felt suffocated in his heart and was deeply worried about something called the generation gap. He took a slight breath and spoke with an extremely cold expression.
He said in a slow tone:
"Listen, you have no power to interfere in national decision-making. Your power is only to supervise members of parliament and cooperate with the cabinet in exercising some judicial power. Study the constitution carefully, stupid woman."
Due to Guanghui's special status and his relationship with him, the position of speaker that Lei Luo gave him was not the same as the position of speaker stipulated in the previous constitutional monarchy. Strictly speaking, he should be regarded as the president of the Procuratorate.
The purpose of this arrangement is naturally to use the lingering power of the opponent's name that has not yet dissipated to intimidate the extremely powerful group of congressmen, so that they can act more honestly and not go too far in certain matters.
This is generally the way to balance.
It is obvious that Guanghui cannot understand the purpose of Lei Luo's arrangement. After all, she is only in her early twenties, six or seven years younger than Lei Luo, and has little political acumen and fighting experience. She will naturally gain power once
It is a mindless thought of making great achievements.
However, seeing that there was no chance to perform in Congress, Guanghui inevitably felt that he was not being reused, and at this moment, he started hysterically spraying at Lei Luo, and then received a slap in the face as a matter of course.
And this loud slap, including the series of words Lei Luo said later, made Guanghui's mind slightly clearer, and her calmness seemed to be restored again. She stood up silently and apologized to Lei Luo in a low voice.
The two sides were silent for a while, and the breeze blew gently. Guanghui felt itchy on his cheek, as if the pain had eased a little. Opposite him, looking at the woman's delicate but tough look, Lei Luo moved his lips slightly, and said something thoughtfully.
The specific functions of the Speaker, but in the end, he still sighed in disinterest.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
How could it not hurt... Looking at Guanghui's red and swollen face, which seemed to have a big bulge, Lei Luo took a step forward, stretched out his arm, and wanted to use countercurrent on Guanghui, but because he didn't want to argue with the other party again,
He hesitated for a moment.
It was at this moment that his palm was violently slapped away.
"Lei Luo, I will give you a son, and then let him inherit all your power and status."
A tone without any ups and downs came from the mouth. Guanghui stepped forward and fell on Lei Luo. Then, he threw the luxurious clothes on the grass to the side.
Feeling the woman's plump body clinging to him, and the ambiguous aura transmitted to his mind when the skin touched, Lei Luo felt his headache getting worse. He really didn't know how to evaluate the whimsical ideas of this woman Guanghui.
Feudal? Secular? Ambitious? Or...
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it that much anymore…