Beihuang hugged the woman's waist and slightly deepened her strength.
The woman suffered a pain and frowned. When she looked at Ye Qingcheng, the smile on her face became stronger and stronger.
The dark tide is surging.
Qingge glanced at the woman coldly. This woman was not simple, but that was all that. She didn't have to worry about what Beihuang thought at first glance. However, this would only push the distance further and further.
Qingge withdrew his gaze, looked at the officials, opened his red lips and said, "Do you think of a disaster relief plan?"
The eunuch walked down with the sandalwood pallet. The ministers all placed the folds on it. The eunuch packed up a bunch of folds, walked to the table, and put the tray down.
The maid cooks tea, which is the snow smoke tea from Jiangnan, rising like clouds and fog, and it is like the water town in the dream.
Qingge picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and then opened the ministers' memorial.
The memorial contains many disaster relief strategies that the ministers thought about, but they are all too one-sided and not general enough.
After reading one, Qingge threw it directly on the ground. The more he looked back, his face became worse and darker. The air in the imperial study seemed to have been drained by someone. The ministers and officials all felt suffocated and extremely frightened. The woman sitting at the table was young and born king, so they should not underestimate it.
Qingge finished reading all the notes, folded his legs, and took a sip of the hot tea.
She remained silent and said nothing, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
"Is this the disaster relief plan you came up with?"
The tea cup in the singer pressed on the table, and the tea splashed out. The ministers all knelt down in panic, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison: "Don't calm down."
Qingge sneered, leaned back, his back was deep in the chair, and his legs were covered with milky white velvet blankets. She looked lazy, elegant, and had a strong hostility, but she was not without dignity. She saw her looking around, and wherever she looked, it was like snow and ice.
"Is this the disaster relief strategy you came up with?" Qingge sneered: "It's all a perfunctory way to take advantage of others. It's so general, but there is no real practical one. Even if there are a few practical disaster relief strategies, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause and useless. This is the answer you give to me?"
The heads of many ministers are getting lower and lower.
They knelt on the cold ground and didn't dare to breathe.
Qingge paused, frowned, and furious, and said angrily: "Many of you have studied hard for decades to have their current status. But they have enjoyed the glory and wealth brought to you by the empire, but have not fulfilled their responsibilities. Who is the world? Who is the pillar of the country? Who is the pillar of the country? There are disasters everywhere in the north moon. You should eat and drink, and enjoy comfort in the imperial capital city. 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 territory? That is because we, the superiors, can make the decision for the people, uphold justice for them, and let the king have a place to speak, but what have you done? The pillars? I see that you are worms. If you don't want to do it, just return to your hometown. The emperor will not raise useless people, and don't greedy officials."
His words were sonorous and powerful, and he was blunt and scolded many elderly ministers without any politeness.
Several older ministers, whose faces were red, wanted to explain, but couldn't speak, and felt ashamed.
Qingge's words, his words were rough and not rough, awakened some ministers, especially young officials.
There are officials who are full of personal pockets and are greedy for enjoyment, but they are like rat shit and cannot be taken away in one go. Qingge is clear about this and does not make a big fuss about it unless it touches on the principles and bottom lines.
The future of the country depends on new officials, those who have taken this position step by step from a poor place.
Perhaps, after taking office, they forgot their original intention, lingered in love with enjoyment, but as long as someone sounded the alarm, they would wake up like a dream.
"Your Majesty, I have a plan." A young official stood up and said.
"Let me tell me..." Qingge raised his eyebrows and raised his anger.
"Natural disasters cannot be taken, but all directions can support them. Besides, you can use everything you should use to minimize the losses, so that the dead have graves, the surviving people have food, and the grace of the emperor of the imperial capital..."
This minister opened his mouth and spoke constantly, just like the water of the Yellow River, talking endlessly, and he spoke five or six disaster relief strategies in a row.
Hearing this, Qingge nodded repeatedly, stretched his eyebrows, looked gentle, and even smiled. It can be seen that he was very satisfied with the disaster relief strategy this person said.
This person said it was OK, and then a minister stood up and improved the disaster relief strategy.
Singing happily and looking at the face.
That night, in the imperial study, the king of the four kings was thunderous, and then he discussed disaster relief strategies and solutions with civil and military officials.
Everyone was not dormant, but they were more passionate than the other. They expressed their thoughts, and Qingge would point out the bad things, take the essence, remove the dross, and other officials would also discuss the feasibility of this plan.
Perhaps, they were afraid of authority and spoke in front of Qingge.
But tonight, they spoke freely.
Even some generals occasionally interjected a few words and received praise from the four kings. They would smile and claim to be cultural people.
This talk was about noon on the second day.
I came up with a perfect disaster relief plan.
Qingge looked at several officials who had not slept all night and were energetic, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Rotten wood, carving.
Qingge could hardly imagine how important her reputation was. After the disaster relief, her prestige rose and she laid the groundwork for her to reach the peak in the future.
After the officials all returned, Qingge and Ye Qingcheng stayed in the palace for lunch.
The huge crystal table, delicious food, Manchu and Han chew, but there were four people next to the crystal table.
The woman in purple yawned and sat next to Beihuang.
Ye Qingcheng's face was expressionless and cold as black ice.
"The disaster in the North Moon continues. Will it be too extravagant to eat these delicious foods?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
She never cared about national affairs.
But this is Ye Qingge's country and Ye Qingge's home, she has to care.
Qingge nodded, "Indeed, when a natural disaster is coming, the north moon should work together, not be too luxurious."
While Ye Qingcheng was talking to Qingge, the woman in purple who was sitting opposite happened to add a bowl of soup to Beihuang.
The soup is Centennial Ginseng Soup.
The woman in purple changed her face slightly and she smiled and said, "The emperor is in poor health and needs to be replenished. Only when she is in good health can she govern the country. Your Majesty, do you think so?"
"What I said is very much." Beihuang nodded, looking at the eyes of the woman in purple, hiding a deep smile.
You and I will be kind to you.
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 who were fitting their bodies in front of the auspicious dragon pillar.
Ye Qingcheng looked at Beihuang, and Beihuang was also quietly looking at Ye Qingcheng, and his palm was sweating.
He hoped Ye Qingcheng would be a little jealous.
"Your Majesty, you must make up for it."
Ye Qingcheng poured a bowl of Centennial Ginseng Soup for Qingge.
There was only one person in her eyes.
Beihuang clenched his hands into fists. He should have known that there would be no change. What is he still looking forward to? (To be continued)