Don't bother me to make money

Chapter 222 Please Your Majesty Follow Your Minister 31
Because it was too late, Qiao Xia couldn't get up at the morning court the next day, and Sheng Junan didn't call her, nor did he get up first to preside over the morning court as before.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and hugged the little emperor tighter, even if he couldn't sleep, it was good to smell the fragrance of her body.

Until the sun was high, neither of the two of them got up. The officials at the Jinluan Hall couldn't wait any longer and sent a representative to find out what was going on.

Unfortunately, the person who came was the respected old prime minister.

He thought to himself, His Majesty and Sheng Jun'an's courtiers are incompatible, and it is absolutely impossible to reconcile just by talking about reconciliation. Yesterday in the palace, there should be many fans of the rebel minister, and His Majesty was afraid of losing money, so he swallowed forcibly.

Now Sheng Jun'an is getting more and more powerful, look, he just gave him a face yesterday, and today he didn't even come to the morning court.

As long as an agreement is reached with His Majesty, Sheng Junan will be overthrown sooner or later—how could a young man, if not relying on the military reputation accumulated by his ancestors for generations, reach the sky in one step and climb up on the shoulders of these veterans?

His grandson Zhong Lingyuxiu, His Majesty will be very happy, but it is a pity that before meeting His Majesty, Sheng Junan sent him to a remote village.

The old prime minister couldn't swallow this tone no matter what - it's time to clean up the court.

After analyzing the pros and cons, I don't worry that His Majesty will not listen to him.

The old prime minister thought for a while, walked to the gate of the palace cautiously, adjusted his court clothes rigorously, and then let the palace guards outside go in to pass the news.

He is full of ambition, just waiting for the call.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was still no sound from inside. The old prime minister was wondering, the door of the palace was opened, and the rebel minister Sheng Junan came out.

He looked like he hadn't washed yet, his outer robe was loosely tied, where he could still see his usual indifference and alienation, and his whole body was full of the dandyism of prodigal stuff.

Playing around, standing without a standing image, having no respect for one's elders, returning a pair, a pair of...

The old prime minister had no face to describe it, but this rebel had a good-looking face, even though he was so bohemian, he still looked good.

His blood surged up immediately, and he was so angry that he was like a candle in the wind: "Sheng Jun'an!! Do you know where this is! How can you run wild!"

The young emperor closed his crooked robe, and said lazily, "This is His Majesty's bedroom. His Majesty suffered from a serious illness last night. I came to wait for the illness and stayed up all night. What is the old prime minister dissatisfied with?"

Put his mother's fart!

The old prime minister was so angry that he almost couldn't maintain his demeanor... Is Sheng Junan waiting for a disease like this?They all went to the dragon bed and waited for illness!

He is clearly reluctant to give up his rights!So he refuses to enter the harem as a white man!

With such a troublesome appearance and such deep thoughts, it's no wonder that His Majesty was bewitched like a young girl in Huaichun!
"If you have nothing to do, Prime Minister, you should leave. Your Majesty is still resting and cannot be summoned." Sheng Junan put down these words, turned around and was about to leave.

With his movements, the marks on the back of his neck that were scratched by the little emperor's nails last night were revealed.

The old prime minister immediately stepped forward, eager to confront him on the spot: "Sheng Jun'an! What is behind your ears? You also said that you have no servants! This is the evidence that you serve the emperor! According to the laws of Daqi, any official who serves the emperor must be removed. All positions, enter the harem as a white man! Just like your father did back then—”

Sheng Junan, who had always been indifferent, turned around suddenly and stared at him: "Your Excellency, be careful what you say."

The old prime minister was a little out of breath due to his momentum, he clutched his chest, and involuntarily took several steps back.

Then I saw Sheng Junan walking towards him slowly, standing in front of him, looking down at him: "The old prime minister is old, it's time to retire and return home."

"You!" The old prime minister was shaking with anger.

Sheng Junan ignored him, turned around and went back to the bedroom.

After stepping through the palace gate, the biting coldness on his face slowly disappeared. He walked to the dragon bed and looked at the little emperor who was still sleeping soundly. Father let out a sigh of relief.

Sheng Jun'an stretched out his hand, sketched her facial features, and calculated the date, when the autumn hunting was over, he asked the little emperor to put on the wedding dress and return to the mansion to get married.

After becoming Sheng's wife, I can see her wearing women's clothing every day...it must be extremely beautiful.

The corners of Sheng Junan's mouth curled slightly, and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Qiao Xia, who was already almost asleep, was woken up by him, opened her sleepy eyes, and called him: "Nian Zhi..."

Sheng Jun's hair softened, he took off his boots and went up, hugging her tightly: "In a few days it will be the autumn hunting, what does Your Majesty want?"

Qiao Xia rubbed against his arms again and again, and when she woke up, she said, "You can hunt me a Pixiu."

Sheng Junan: "...?"

(End of this chapter)