The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Zhou Chen held the painting in his hand and walked back and forth several times at the entrance of Yinghua Hall, but he didn't dare to step through the door.

He was afraid that after he presented the painting, it would be torn to pieces by the furious father and son inside.

However, he couldn't run away from this job.

I was walking around, not knowing what to do, when I saw the little old man from the merchant in the household department coming this way from a distance. Zhou Chen rolled his eyes and his expression immediately changed. He held his stomach and paused. When the Minister of the Ministry of Finance came over, he grabbed the other party's sleeve and shouted weakly: "Mr. Lin. "

The little old man was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to support Zhou Chen: "Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Chen covered his abdomen with an unbearable look on his face: "I, my stomach hurts."

"Stomachache?" The little old man stared, "Then please call a doctor quickly!"

"No, no, I must have eaten something wrong. I'm really thinking about it right now..." Zhou Chen said angrily, "People have three urgent needs. I'm in an emergency."

The Minister of Hube frowned and took a step back with some disgust: "Master Zhou, go quickly."

Zhou Chen pushed the painting in his hand into the arms of the little old man and said quickly: "This painting was painted by Tuoba Xuan during the peace talks. You can forward it to His Majesty on my behalf. Thank you, Mr. Lin."

With that said, without waiting for Shangshu Hubu's reaction, he left quickly and disappeared in a flash.

The little old man held the painting and stood there in confusion for a moment. Finally he shook his head and muttered: "It seems that we can't eat randomly anymore."

Otherwise, if he does this one day, wouldn't it delay his business?

The Minister of Hubu took the painting into the Yinghua Palace. His Majesty and the young prince looked at him quite politely at first.

After greeting him, he handed over the scroll in his hand and said, "Master Zhou asked me to hand over this painting, saying it was painted by Tuoba Xuan."

As soon as the father and son heard this, their originally good faces instantly darkened.

Shangshu Hube was a little confused and didn't know what he had done wrong.

Mo Xiao took the painting and opened it expressionlessly. After taking a clear look at the figure in the painting, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, rested his fingertips on the small mole at the end of the eye of the person in the painting for a moment, and said slowly: "It's not too hopeless."

Shangshu Hube looked confused and couldn't understand what the emperor was saying, but he could clearly feel that the emperor's face was not so good-looking and his mood was not very good.

The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance has a high position and Mo Xiao respects him, but it does not mean that he is not afraid of Mo Xiao. Today's court is full of people who stayed after the Mo Xiao Purge. These survivors are all afraid of this emperor who holds the butcher's knife high.

Shangshu Hube thought that he had come at a bad time today, and when he was thinking of finding an excuse to leave, the emperor above suddenly spoke.

"This huge household department can't even come up with this little money?"

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Hubu's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. He skillfully began to cry about poverty: "Your Majesty, you don't know. This Hubu is losing money every year. It is almost unsustainable. Where can I get it all at once?" You have to pay so much money? There is still some food left, but it is reserved for emergencies, so you can’t give it all at once, Your Majesty, it’s not that Wei Chen doesn’t give it, it’s that Wei Chen really doesn’t have it!”