Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 277 Emperor Cultivation Manual (20)

"Mingyue!" The prime minister was shocked.

He never expected that the final accident would happen to his granddaughter.

Jiang Mingyue was spoiled and pampered since she was a child. When she was a teenager, she was also a well-known eldest lady in the capital. No one dared to disobey her ideas. Sometimes even the prime minister couldn't control her.

After being yelled at like this, she became more bloody.

Without waiting for the prime minister to say anything, she spoke very fast and loudly: "Your Majesty, what I said is true, I have admired His Majesty for a long time! If one day I can enter the palace to serve Your Majesty, I will naturally be willing." .”

"Mingyue! Shut up!"

The prime minister's eyes darkened with anger.

"It seems that the prime minister is not willing." Xu Shi saw something, Shang Yufan said in a flat tone, and glanced at the ugly prime minister.

Before Jiang Mingyue continued to speak, Shang Yufan's expression turned cold, and he said again: "But I don't want to."

"..."

There was a brief silence in the hall.

No one dared to look up to see the faces of the prime minister's family.

This is a well-known eldest lady in the capital.

During the days when the emperor was not around, this Jiang Mingyue lived like a princess among the noble ladies, but now she was rejected so directly by His Majesty?

This is simply putting the prime minister's face on the ground and stepping on it.

Jiang Mingyue had never been so angry before, so she said indiscriminately: "Why is your majesty unwilling? Is it because of her!"

A jade finger pointed directly at Qing Zhou.

【Ah this...】

Wu Qi couldn't help but speak in Qing Zhou's mind, and mourned for this Miss Mingyue for two seconds in her heart.

It's not good to offend anyone, but the biggest guy.

This is simply going to fight the boss directly at the beginning of the game when there is nothing.

Not in the same rank at all!
Shang Yu Fan's expression turned cold. The young emperor, who was always smiling when he was ridiculed and provoked by the prime minister and the regent just now, turned completely cold for the first time.

"It's because of her. After all, you are not even as beautiful as the queen."

The boy's words were full of sarcasm.

Jiang Mingyue's chest heaved in anger, and regardless of the strength of the subordinates pulling her sleeves, she said angrily: "The queen's empress can only be justified by her appearance! How dare you compare with your servants in terms of talent?!"

She had also heard of Qing Zhou's status as the princess of the subjugated country, and subconsciously felt that Qing Zhou was the kind of vase who was ignorant and had only a good-looking face.

Shang Yufan was really angry.

On weekdays, no matter how Prime Minister Shang Jin and his subordinates reacted against him and ridiculed him, he was very calm, and even wanted to laugh a little.

But today's incident really touched his scales.

He was about to speak with a cold face, but he heard Qingzhou's calm and indifferent voice next to him.

"Better than what?"

"Competition dance!" Jiang Mingyue said.

Although she looks ordinary, she has a good figure and high softness, and she even learned the dance from the number one dancer in the capital, which is unmatched among the noble girls in Beijing.

"Contest, right?"

The girl's voice was calm.

Jiang Mingyue was about to nod over there, but suddenly a cold light flashed in front of her eyes!
There was a sound of piercing through the air, and suddenly there was a long sword in front of her. The sword shook slightly and made a buzzing sound.

It was inserted obliquely on the table in front of Jiang Mingyue, and it penetrated the entire table!

Jiang Mingyue stared wide-eyed, watching helplessly as the broken hair on her forehead was sliced ​​flat by a sword, and slowly fell to the table.

A sharp sword, a sharp man.

Jiang Mingyue raised her head subconsciously to look at Qingzhou with a sullen face, her legs softened in fright from the girl's slightly indifferent and sharp eyes, and she fell back on the chair in an instant.

"..."

There was silence again in the hall, the last time it was because the gods were fighting and they dared not speak, but now they were completely frightened.

It seems that the tip of the sword can be vaguely seen on the other side of the table, right?
"Is it even better? Bengong will lend you a sword." Qing Zhou remained expressionless.

Jiang Mingyue: "..."

She is the one who feels the lethality brought by the sword most directly, so she naturally understands that if the sword was not aimed at the table just now, but at her head——

She could already imagine her tragic death.

The effect of Qing Zhou's action is obvious.

At least for now, the regent doesn't have the guts to talk about letting Shang Yu Fan accept the concubine.

The banquet broke up badly.

Qing Zhou and Shang Yu Fan didn't care either. After they left the stage together, the atmosphere in the hall eased a little, but everyone didn't dare to say anything now.

The impact of absolute force value is terrible. In the face of life, some initially determined interests and ideas will change to varying degrees.

After this incident passed, the regent and the prime minister finally calmed down.

Qing Zhou is also slowly making arrangements, preparing for the final game.
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When winter just came, rumors spread from nowhere in the capital.

It's about Qing Zhou and Shang Yu Fan.

This time the protagonist is not the little emperor, but Qing Zhou himself.

According to the rumors, Qing Zhou was a demon empress who harmed the country and the people. She used her appearance to seduce the current emperor. That's why the emperor had a rift with the regent and the prime minister.

It has to be said that the hypocrisy of these two people towards Qing Zhou and Shang Yu Fan in the early years was quite effective.

At least in the capital, most of the people firmly believe that the regent and the prime minister are good people for the country and the people.

So as soon as such rumors spread, everyone basically sided with them.

Some literati even criticized Qing Zhou, as if seeing the scene of Qing Zhou seducing Shang Yu Fan himself.

When this remark was widely circulated in Beijing, Qing Zhou, the protagonist of the topic, didn't notice it.

In other words, she knew it and didn't care, and she had already prepared a way to deal with it. At this moment, she was reading a book and asking some questions about the little emperor.

After the assessment was over, she sighed softly, seeing the [-]% emotional value on the top of the young man's head, her tone softened slightly: "I feel that Your Majesty is ready to become a teacher."

Shang Yu smiled and nodded, "It's all taught by the empress."

His first enlightenment on political theory was taught by Qing Zhou, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the emperor's teacher.

The young man kept this matter in his heart, and planned to repay it in bed later.

So he paused and found the topic again: "It's winter recently, the weather is getting colder, and the charcoal fire in Zhaoyang Palace has not been very good. Why don't the empress move to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Qing Zhou daily doubts whether this person's devious method is the only one, saying that it is hot in summer and cold in winter, without changing his lines.

Qing Zhou asked without expression: "I don't care about my concubines, but I'm just afraid that His Majesty will suffer."

Shang Yufan: "..."

The young man was slightly startled, and his face gradually turned red after he realized it. Although he really thought about that kind of thing, the thin-skinned little boy couldn't help but feel ashamed when the girl said it so bluntly.

Qing Zhou was used to seeing him blushing, but his expression was still very calm.

"It's not that the concubine is unwilling, but His Majesty is still young... I heard that if you do that too early, you will not grow taller."

Shang Yufan: "..."

Just wanted to ask one thing - how did she know!
　Mingyue: Dance competition!

　　Qing Zhou: Good contest.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)