Fantasy controls your cultivation

After the two of them retreated, Chu Qianqiu's eyes looked at Luo Yihan.

He didn't discriminate too much against the only woman among the ministers, and it was really difficult for him to feel compassion for him sitting in the supreme position.

"Luo Yihan, the formation of the Spring and Autumn School Palace is the top priority! There are as many cities in the Heavenly Court as there are Spring and Autumn School Palaces! In the future, the Spring and Autumn School Palace will be the pillar of the humerus of the Heavenly Court, and we must not slack off!"

"Yes, Holy Lord!"

Luo Yihan's demeanor returned to calm, and he replied respectfully to the supreme figure above.

"Hmm!" After Chu Qianqiu nodded slightly, he said casually as if he remembered something:

"Now that there is a lack of martial arts skills in the palace, you will later print a copy of all the original royal secrets in the heavenly court and place them in the Spring and Autumn Palace for students to practice!"

"Yes!" Luo Yihan was excited, she was also a child of the Han family, so she naturally knew how important exercises and martial arts were to the Han family.

This move is completely meritorious to the community, and beneficial to the future!

In just a few years, we will be able to cultivate batches of talents for Heavenly Court!

As soon as Chu Qianqiu's words fell, the faces of the 22 old ministers among the Wenchen suddenly changed.

I saw that one of them suddenly stood up and bowed to Chu Qianqiu:

"Holy Lord, no! The royal family's martial arts and martial arts even have earth-level peak exercises, if they leak out and are obtained by him, I am afraid it will be detrimental to my heavenly court!"

After speaking, the old minister knelt down with a loyal and thoughtful look for the sake of heaven, with a sincere expression.

Chu Qianqiu frowned, looked at each other like this, and didn't speak for a long time.

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall became more and more depressing, just when all the ministers felt that they were not breathing well and their chests were congested, Chu Qianqiu said indifferently:

"You can't wait to maintain the status of the family?!" The pressure in the palace suddenly rose, and Chu Qianqiu's eyes froze:

"Curb the resources! Hold the lifeline! A swarm of moths!"

"Boom!"

Chu Qianqiu's last words fell, and His Royal Highness, the old minister who thought about the heavenly court in his mouth, sweated like rain, and his legs trembled, as if his heart had been seen through! Even the other courtiers of the family in the audience also changed their faces, and they didn't dare to look directly at the eyes that were enough to see through people's hearts!

When everyone felt more and more that there was a kind of heavenly power condensed in this Lingxiao Treasure Palace, they saw Chu Qianqiu's cold voice sounding directly above the court:

"I have said that everyone in this heavenly court will be like a dragon! If anyone dares to disobey the yang and the yin, perfunctory, and destroy my ambition, I will let no grass grow in his three clans!"

This sentence was like Ling Chi's knife, a piece of flesh and blood on the family's body, especially the old minister who was kneeling on the ground, who was sweating and rolling all over his body at the moment, and his face was extremely pale.

"Hmph! How is the Heavenly Court of Fa Nai, the peak of the prefecture-level martial arts? This kind of vision is bold, and he still thinks that he will be able to live forever in the future, how ridiculous!"

Chu Qianqiu's eyes swept with contempt, and then he looked at Han Fu and said:

"Decree: In the future, in the heavenly court, the superior! The strong go up, the weak go down, the capable go up, the mediocre go down, and there is no waste in the Lingxiao Palace!"

"No!"

Han Fu immediately replied respectfully, and a sense of being prepared for danger in times of peace also surged up in his body, because this holy decree was going to spread throughout the entire Heavenly Court!

One can imagine what kind of vigorous and energetic atmosphere the Heavenly Court will be in the future! Everyone must have sharpened their heads and want to come to this Lingxiao Treasure Hall and follow the supreme saint!

If they, the ministers who currently occupy the court, only think about messing around and picking fruits when the heavenly court is strong, I am afraid that they will soon be abandoned by the heavenly court and abandoned by the saints!

They only feel a strong spur driving them, making them move forward and never dare to look back, because when they turn back, someone else may replace them!

Chu Qianqiu watched everyone's momentum change one after another, with a hint of worry in his calmness, and couldn't help nodding secretly!

If we can't strive for self-improvement and rise to the challenge, we can only be swept into the bottom of the river by the torrent of time, and become the mud that thousands of people trample on!

"Stand down! There is no family in the heavenly court! If you do it again next time, you will not be spared!"

"Yes! Yes...... The old minister is guilty, thank the saint for not killing!"

The old minister originally thought that he would not be able to escape death this time! After all, with the decisive character of the saint, it was already benevolent not to raze his three clans, but he didn't expect that this time he would change his words and be extrajudicial to himself, and he couldn't help but be grateful and happy!

After dealing with this matter, all the ministers understood that the Holy Lord's support for the Han Sect was now irreversible! Some of the courtiers of the family were frowning, and they all wondered how they could stand tall in this heavenly court!

In the end, there were only eight big words in my mind: "Shun Tian, self-improvement!"

For Heavenly Court, Chu Qianqiu is Heaven! Only by following Chu Qianqiu's will can he have a place in this Lingxiao Palace!

After that, it was the matter of the ministers, but Yang Mingsong, the head of the Yang family who was still the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, stood up at this moment, bowed to Chu Qianqiu and said:

"Qi Song Sheng, I don't know how the Ministry of Officials arranges the grades of the city lords?"

Yang Mingsong's impression of Chu Qianqiu is not bad, he is also a courtier who took refuge in 490 before the war, he has an upright personality and has his own ethics, but he is not ignorant and knows how to be flexible. This kind of person is placed in the position of secretary of the ministry, at least for the time being, he feels more suitable.

Since the grades of the courtiers have been reduced to a greater or lesser extent at this moment, it is indeed a little inappropriate for the lord of the main city to receive the original three grades again.

Chu Qianqiu pondered slightly, and said:

"The main city lord is all from the fourth grade! The deputy city lord is all from the fifth grade!"

"Yes!" Yang Mingsong respectfully agreed.

"Lin Xiao, the city lord of Anyang City, and Duan Leshan, the city lord of Baichuan City, are according to the four products!" Chu Qianqiu added.

"Yes!

Chu Qianqiu's words made Yunlong and Yunhu happy in their hearts, and even Tang Wusheng's eyes were hidden with a trace of joy, and they all blessed that Brother Lin.

As for the other Duan Leshan, everyone was not surprised. This ability to judge the situation has to be admired, and now he has entered the sight of the saint, and it seems that he is a dark horse again.

After that, it is the other ministries and people's livelihood and political affairs, after all, the heavenly court has just been established, and the territory has just been pacified, and there are still many various affairs.

Three hours later, when a series of things were settled, the court meeting dispersed, everyone was busy, and the heavenly court gradually moved towards the right track. _

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