The villain, his beauty is flourishing [Quick travel]

Before King Xian came up with a solution, a team of imperial guards arrived at the palace.

"The little ones have seen the prince."

King Xian's expression changed, "Who told you to come!"

"Someone filed an imperial complaint, and the emperor asked the younger ones to invite the prince into the palace to explain." The leader of the imperial guards said.

King Xian gritted his teeth, "Okay, I will go with you."

He just wanted to see how hard the little emperor's wings were.

His Highness Jin Luan, bald Eleven and a group of beauties of different appearances knelt on the ground respectfully.

King Xian saw this scene as soon as he stepped into the palace, and he was instantly furious.

"What is the emperor looking for this king?"

Mu Ling coughed, and asked, "I just want to ask Uncle Huang, why did Uncle Huang impose such a punishment on this person?"

Eleven looked at the King Xian with bloodshot eyes, "Your parents are the ones who suffer from the body, hair and skin, and the young one thinks that he has devoted himself to the prince, why did he end up like this!"

"There are also folk girls." Those beauties looked at the virtuous king angrily, and one of them cried out: "The folk girls serve their parents well at home, but a few days ago, the virtuous king sent people to search for beauties everywhere, and the folk girls She was chosen innocently, and was snatched away in front of her family. The poor parents of the girl fainted on the spot, and I don’t know what happened to this day!"

With the first one as the beginning, the rest of the women also accused the virtuous king, and the eleventh as witnesses, it is almost conclusive evidence.

"Does the emperor have any explanation?" Mu Ling asked symbolically.

"They are in collusion, so naturally they should say what they say." Xian Wang sneered, "Apart from the traitor's words, what evidence do you have, the emperor, that it is this king who ordered his subordinates to arrest people."

"emperor!"

An internal servant walked in at the door, "Several subordinates of the lord are asking for an interview outside, saying they want to testify for the lord."

The Xian Wang's expression became smug, Mu Ling frowned, and was about to speak, but the servant quietly stepped forward, approached Mu Ling, and whispered something to Mu Ling.

"Oh?" Mu Ling was a little surprised. Looking at the smug King Xian, she slowly showed a strange smile, "In that case, let them come in and testify for "Uncle Emperor"!"

"Xuan, ten witnesses enter the palace."

Ten subordinates of King Xian walked into the Golden Luan Hall, King Xian gave them a wink, but his subordinates seemed not to notice, went straight to the center of the hall and knelt down.

"Meet the Emperor."

Mu Ling glanced at King Xian, "You are the ones who want to testify for King Xian?"

Several people looked at each other, lowered their heads and said resolutely, "Yes, I will confirm that the prince did order us to search for beauties everywhere. We found more than 20 beauties in total, and all of them were placed in a house under the name of the prince."

The virtuous king, who had a face full of chances of winning, suddenly turned dark, and said word by word: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

The man ignored the wise king's sharp eyes, and only kowtowed to Mu Ling, "Your Majesty, I'm willing to guarantee with my head that everything just now is true."

"Okay, okay." King Xian sneered, "All unite to deal with this king, right?"

He shook his sleeves and turned around to leave, Mu Ling patted the table, "Uncle Huang, this is not the time for you to leave as soon as you want."

Following this sound, dozens of ministers, including the prime minister, walked out of the side hall.

"Grandpa!"

A woman kneeling on the ground yelled at the prime minister and burst into tears.

This is something Xian Wang never thought of. Among the beauties he ordered his subordinates to search for, there was actually the granddaughter of the old fox who was the prime minister.

Mu Ling also felt strange. If he remembered correctly, the prime minister obviously only had one son.

Facing everyone's guessing gazes, the prime minister couldn't hold back the hot tears, and explained with an embarrassed old face: "Young and romantic, when you were transferred to the frontier state decades ago, you once took a good concubine, and then returned Jing, that concubine is weak, so let her stay in Bianzhou."

In fact, it was because the old woman in his family was so cruel that she gave him an ultimatum. Once he dared to bring people back into shock, she would dare to face her.

Everyone suddenly showed a look of instant understanding. They did not expect that the Prime Minister, who had always been fearful of his reputation outside, had once picked flowers and plants outside.

The virtuous king, who had always been arrogant and conceited, experienced at this moment what it meant to be overthrown by everyone.

"Why did the virtuous king send you to search for beauties?" Mu Ling looked at the virtuous king's subordinates.

"It's for a beauty trick." Eleven replied first.

The expressions of the ministers were a little inexplicable, thinking that the virtuous king might have lost his head, the little emperor is so small, what use is the beauty trick to him?

Maybe there is no bamboo dragonfly that pleases the little emperor more.

"For whom?" Mu Ling continued to ask.

"National, National Teacher." Eleven bowed his head, "It was also because of this incident that the palace of Xian Wang was struck by lightning that day. Later, when the prince said that there was no need for beauty tricks for the time being, the thunder stopped."

The rest of the subordinates nodded one after another to prove it.

Eleven is so dedicated to doing things for the prince, and the prince indiscriminately imposes such a capital punishment on Eleven, will the prince do the same to them in the future.

"Presenting a beauty to the national teacher?" Mu Ling's expression turned cold after watching the show, "You are so brave, you are trying to blaspheme the gods."

The faces of the ministers became even more subtle. Leaving aside that the real body of the national teacher might be a fairy, with the face that the national teacher has, who else can he look up to mortals?

Fortunately, they didn't support King Xian at the beginning, and followed such a master with a worrying IQ. I'm afraid that their end would be similar to the kneeling Eleven that day.

Mu Ling was about to explode with anger, "The crime of blasphemy is unforgivable. Someone here will detain the virtuous king. After the investigation is clear, he will be punished for several crimes."

The imperial guards quickly entered the palace and tried to take the Xian Wang down. The Xian Wang sneered, "You don't need to do anything, this king will go by himself."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the rebellious ministers below, "You support this little emperor, and you will regret it in the future."

The crowd only said: "The emperor is the lord of the people, we naturally follow the emperor."

Sowing dissension in front of the little emperor, even if they had other thoughts in their hearts, they couldn't express them.

King Xian really has a problem with his brain.

The wise king with brain problems finished his last struggle and was taken down by the imperial guards with his sleeves thrown away.

"...The virtuous king subdues the law. As for the follow-up matter, I will leave it to the prime minister to handle."

Mu Ling thought in his heart that since the prime minister's granddaughter was involved, he didn't think the prime minister would stand by and watch.

Besides, now that the Prime Minister's wife has been seriously ill for a long time, and she can't get up, it is even more impossible for the Prime Minister to fear her.

Sure enough, when Mu Ling said that, the prime minister immediately agreed.

"The emperor is merciful."

King Xian acted without any scruples, and never considered the issue of ending, but in two days, all kinds of evidence were presented in front of Mu Ling.

Mu Ling had already sentenced King Xian in his heart, so he sentenced him to beheaded at all without any consideration.

Whether it's trying to use beauty tricks to blaspheme the national teacher now, or the virtuous king's various trainings on him in the past.

Mu Ling never intended to let it go.

After solving the virtuous king, Mu Ling concentrated on urging the imperial examination and the construction of dams.

After autumn, although there is no heavy rain, we still cannot relax.

Mu Ling was right. Although he escaped the torrential rain in autumn and winter, in the spring of the following year, it rained for dozens of days in a row.

The roaring flood hit the high embankment, and was forcibly diverted by the sandbag barriers thrown down earlier. The villagers who walked out of the house with salutes on their backs almost stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded.

"It turns out that the sandbags that the gods let us throw are for this purpose."

"The flood won't come, so shall we continue to flee?" A young man in the team asked hesitantly.

"The elderly, women and children go home." The village chief gritted his teeth, "Ten young and middle-aged people will stay and take turns guarding the dikes and dams at all times."

"The rest, go sandbagging, just in case."

The young people handed over their burdens to their relatives, and then followed the village head towards the embankment.

After the success of flood control, the people of Cangguo, who realized the benefits, began to slowly accept the arrangement of the court, and some people began to send their children to the newly opened Royal Academy tentatively.

Like a frog boiled in warm water, the people of Cang Kingdom, who were accustomed to being arranged, gradually lived and worked in peace and contentment, and they also knew that their new king did not like to pray to God.

It's not that you don't respect the gods, but that you respect them too much and don't want the gods to worry about human affairs.

The believers and unbelievers in Cang Kingdom reached a strange harmony.

Decades later, the people of the Cang Kingdom still worshiped the temple whenever they saw it, but most of them just prayed for peace of mind and physical safety.

The law of imperial examinations flourished, and two-thirds of the old officials in the court were replaced by students from poor families. When they realized that, most of the power had been gathered in Mu Ling's hands.

When Mu Ling took control of the court, Qi Heng had already withdrawn and left.

After Qi Heng left Cangguo Imperial Palace, he happened to hear that Mu Ling had decreed to repair the temple.

But Qi Heng didn't take it to heart, because he felt that Mu Ling wouldn't be careless.

Qi Heng waited for a month, but Mu Ling stopped the construction of the temple.

Rest assured, Qi Heng started his own journey of exploration. He is a fairy body and doesn't care about night and day.

In the end, he even ran to the legendary former site of the temple on purpose.

It is said to be the old site, but the building is still as luxurious as before, and the fairy air is ethereal, but there is no trace of the fairy.

It's just that if you leave for too long, you will inevitably be missed.

A wisp of green smoke rose from the clouds to the sky above the temple, swirled in the air for a moment, and landed in front of Qi Heng's eyes.

Qi Heng raised his hand, and the blue smoke slowly fell on his palm.

It is the wish of an emperor.

After Qi Heng read the wish, Qingyan flew around him unwillingly, and then collapsed.

"...I want to see you again."

Mu Ling held a piece of incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and then coughed heart-piercingly.

"Your Majesty." The servant at the side took a piece of fox fur and tried to put it on for Mu Ling.

"No need." Mu Ling raised her hand, looking at the icy and cold statue, with a lot of thoughts.

"Say, will he hear my prayers?" Even though he is already a king, he is still used to calling himself me in front of that person, even if the person in front of him is just a statue.

The chamberlain didn't answer, because he knew that the king didn't want to hear his answer.

"He's an immortal, so he must be able to hear it." Mu Ling raised her hand.

Pale hands, skin wrinkled.

"If he saw me like this, he probably wouldn't recognize me."

"Also, I did something wrong and built a temple—"

The national teacher will definitely be angry.

Mu Ling smiled self-deprecatingly and was about to leave, but she caught a glimpse of the incense flashing twice from the corner of her eye.

When the incense breaks, God comes.