General, don't run away with your bag

The faint scent of Long Lian lingered on the tip of his nose, Murong Junsheng supported his aching forehead, and shouted outside: "Come here!"

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?" A familiar voice sounded, and Murong Junsheng raised his eyes.

"Zixuan, why is it you?" Rubbing his forehead, Murong Junsheng asked in surprise.

"The emperor was very drunk yesterday, and I was worried, so I guarded outside the door." A pair of big eyes rolled around, "Does the emperor still feel uncomfortable! The minister has ordered someone to make sober soup, and I will drink it later." arrive."

"Hmm! I don't know why, but my neck is so sore! It seems like I was hit by someone!" Murong Junsheng squeezed the neck with his hands, it was really inexplicably sore.

"Hehe! Maybe I didn't sleep well!" Lu Zixuan smiled thousands of times, his expression was a little dodge, can he say that he was beaten by him?

What about Xiao Rufeng? "Murong Junsheng nodded, thinking about it is right, yesterday I drank so much on impulse, it's normal that I didn't sleep well. In the last memory, he seemed to be dragging Xiao Rufeng to drink together!

The minister let him go back first! "Yesterday's scene still impacted his heart, Lu Zixuan couldn't help pursing his lips.

"Forget it, it's really not suitable for a foreign minister to stay in the palace!" Murong Junsheng shook his head and sighed at his madness yesterday, and then said: "What time is it?

"It's almost time!" Lu Zixuan replied, took the hangover soup brought in by the eunuch just now, and handed it to Murong Junsheng.

You go down first!Let someone come in and change my clothes for me, ready to go to court! "Murong Junsheng waved his hand and pushed back Lu Zixuan.

"Yes!" Lu Zixuan replied in a low voice, and stepped back.

The Dou family has collapsed, years of preparations have finally borne fruit, and Murong Junsheng is happy that this dynasty is finally in charge of him.

Sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the trembling appearance of all the officials below, Murong Junsheng raised the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and saw several guards carrying several large boxes.

Everyone should know what happened yesterday!These are the letters found from Dou Wei's mansion when the house was ransacked, and they are all letters from officials of the court and China! Pointing to the opened boxes, Murong Junsheng glanced sharply at the officials and looked at the panicked expressions on the faces of all the officials. Murong Junsheng smiled, his smile was extremely coquettish, exuding a strong coercion .

Plop, plop, some old ministers trembled uncontrollably from the hands and feet of the strong imperial air pressure, and some even knelt down on the ground.

Some were calm and composed, and some were terrified. Murong Junsheng admired the various states of beings, Shi Shiran stood up from the dragon chair, walked slowly to the box, and ordered someone to take the torch, "These correspondence, I haven't even opened one of them. Today, in front of all the ministers, I burned them all.

After saying that, Murong Junsheng threw down the torch, and the fire burned instantly.

I know that Dou Wei was so powerful in the past, you were trying to curry favor with Dou Wei either for the sake of superiority, or for attachment, or for survival. Most of the time, you couldn’t help yourself. From now on, the master in the hearts of all the gentlemen can only be me. If you are more determined, you will end up like this pile of letters burning in the fire! "The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the flames reflected half of Murong Junsheng's face red.

The harsh words fell loudly on the hearts of every minister!

Your majesty is wise, and your ministers will do their best to serve my emperor! "Hundreds of officials fell to the ground and couldn't afford it, and what's more, the old people burst into tears.

Murong Junsheng's act of kindness and power not only showed his magnanimity, he has the belly of an emperor, made the courtiers grateful, but also suppressed those old officials who relied on the old to sell the old, so that they would not act rashly and regenerate their hearts.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and Murong Junsheng sat back on the dragon chair, "Is there anything else, gentlemen?"

I would like to report to the emperor that the selection period is progressing gradually, but it coincides with the death of the empress dowager, so I would like to ask the emperor whether this matter should be postponed. "A minister stepped forward, stood in the middle, and reported.

"No need! The draft will go on as usual!" Murong Junsheng waved his hand, and in one sentence Gan Gang decided the matter, which shows that he is unwilling to even do superficial things about the Queen Mother.