Every world I die young

"Let's talk and listen."

Mo Yinglan blinked, and said very naturally: "There is a guard Huo Qi in Weichen's mansion. Although he can't be called brilliant and educated, he can be regarded as an out-of-the-group talent. Unfortunately passed away from the epidemic, and it happened that Huo Qi was asked to go up to assist General Du in disaster relief, protect the land and appease the people, and..."

"What else?" Mu Jiayan asked.

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips, lightly skipped the topic, and handed the memorial in her sleeve to Mu Jiayan, "It's nothing, Your Majesty, this is what I wrote after comprehensively considering the geographical location and economic conditions of Mancheng a few days ago. The disaster relief strategy, the contents of which are all the words of a humble minister, I hope your Majesty will read it."

Mu Jiayan observed him calmly, but sadly found that he couldn't find any clues. He couldn't help sighing that Mo Yinglan was really scheming, and he was behind the matter of admonishing the doctor Li Kuang earlier. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

It happened that several days had passed, and he had used an unknown amount of power in secret, but he still couldn't grasp the flaws in Mo Yinglan's body, as if, compared with the seemingly gentle and harmless Mo Yinglan, he was just a A bluffing cat with teeth and claws.

This cruel reality frustrates the ambitious young emperor a little.

Mu Jiayan originally wanted to take advantage of the marriage to suppress Mo Yinglan's influence, but now, he seems to be self-defeating again.

Mo Yinglan was smiling from beginning to end, and the hand holding the memorial in front of him remained motionless. Mu Jiayan took a deep breath and took the memorial.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yinglan's mouth. This little emperor who was flipping through the memorial angrily is still very interesting, but for him, the prejudice against the original owner should be too deep, and he can't change it for a while.

Mo Ying boldly assumed that there must be a reason why the little emperor had such a deep prejudice against the prime minister, and he didn't know whether the person who instilled this idea in him was the first emperor or the queen mother?Or someone else hiding in the dark...

Mu Jiayan glanced at ten lines, just wanted to scan the memorial in a hurry, but after ignoring the beautiful words at the beginning, his eyes were stuck and unable to move.

Mu Jiayan's expression gradually changed from resentment to calm, and suddenly turned to shock, joy, anger and sourness, all kinds of emotions bombarded in his heart one after another, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle.

The method in the memorial is so novel, it looks absurd at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, you can't find any mistakes, it is perfect and seamless, and you can hardly find any in the long history of 2000 years from Nancang to the top. A disaster relief method comparable to it came out.

How can it be?

Mu Jiayan stared at the indifferent Mo Yinglan complicatedly, and for the first time doubted what he had insisted on since he was a child.

This person, Huo Yinsheng, the Prime Minister of Nancang Kingdom, who is so knowledgeable and knowledgeable, would he really be willing to be just a prime minister, would he really voluntarily be subject to him for his whole life?

The embankment of a thousand miles collapses in the ant's nest, and once the seeds of doubt are planted, they can never be pulled out again.

If Mo Yinglan knew what he was thinking, she would probably look up to the sky and sigh, all he wanted was the heart of Little Emperor Mu, who wanted the throne.

When the emperor not only has to eat night clothes every day, but also doesn’t have holidays, he doesn’t retire. He works hard to deal with government affairs every day. Life is so difficult. It’s hard to guarantee that the last one will die if he is not careful. He is out of his mind. Will you find yourself unhappy?

Mo Yinglan opened her lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a noisy voice outside the hall.

Outside the hall, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the head of the little eunuch, but he still had to fulfill his duties dutifully, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is dealing with the government affairs with Mr. Huo. Your Majesty has ordered that no one is allowed to enter without permission."