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Zhouze originally wanted to let Sheng Mu lose the freedom to "absent work" and bring some discomfort to the right minister who was so bold and did whatever he wanted.

That's why he made such a request.

But somehow, when Sheng Mu agreed with a smile without any displeasure, Zhouze felt that he had dug a hole for himself.

Illusion?

Even if Sheng Mu becomes more powerful and goes to heaven, he won't do anything to him in front of the court, ministers, and everyone, right?

Zhouze thought like this, still not knowing that he was no match for the old fox Sheng Mu, and he would regret it the next day.

At this moment, Zhouze felt more subtle and avoided Sheng Mu's sight, and said bluntly: "Your right minister, please step aside if nothing happens."

Sheng Mu finally nodded this time and left without further trouble.

Zhouze spent a leisurely afternoon admiring flowers, playing with birds, and walking around. He was very happy.

There was no need to correct the memorial, since the right prime minister would "intervene and do the work" anyway. None of the ministers came to see him because the only person in power in their hearts was Sheng Mu.

Even Zhouze didn't have to personally investigate and account for the assassin, he could just leave all the authority to Sheng Mu.

Zhou Ze is in the position of a puppet, and it can be said that he is very happy. How can there be such a good thing in the world? Eat well, drink well, sleep well, play well, and don't have to fulfill his obligations. He has his own dedicated person to act for him.

However, this idea was completely extinguished in Zhouze's mind when he went to court the next day.

Sheng Mu did as he asked, on time, dressed in official robes, and came respectfully.

But, who can tell him why Sheng Mu is not mute? Why did Sheng Mu want to speak?

Zhouze originally came to court every day to catch fish and doze off because of laziness. Anyway, the officials below had already made up their minds with Sheng Mu, the right minister.

But after Sheng Mu came to court, the ministers seemed to have been "instructed" in advance. Not only did they no longer ask "what does the right minister think", but they also asked him what he should do.

How to deal with some heinous criminals during a grand celebration and amnesty? Which minister should be dispatched to deal with the floods in the south of the Yangtze River...

Zhouze: "..."

If the crime is really heinous, wouldn't it be better to execute him in advance? As for which minister should be sent, how does he know? Hey, he hasn't recognized them all yet and is not familiar with them at all.

Zhou Ze felt like he was sitting on pins and needles for the first time. This dragon chair was really hot. He wished he could hand it over to Sheng Mu on the spot.

The ministers asked him one question after another, asking about one government matter after another. Zhouze was originally drowsy, but now he was not sleepy at all, and he also started to have a splitting headache.

Zhouze could only turn his gaze to Sheng Mu, who was quietly beside him, and said warmly: "What does the right minister think of these things?"

When Sheng Mu heard the words, there seemed to be a slight arc at the corner of his lips. It passed in a flash. After two breaths, he leisurely and slowly explained the solution to all the problems.

Every word is reasonable and every sentence is appropriate.

Too sharp.

But Zhou Ze only felt happy. It was a blessing to have Sheng Mu in the Bai Yan Dynasty. Why should he be the right minister? He should just take the throne and become the emperor.

His words are not weird at all, they are all true feelings, Zundu.

After finally getting to the court, Zhouze quickly sent word that Sheng Mu had come to see him.

"Long live the Emperor." Sheng Mu still saluted respectfully.

Zhouze signaled him to get up quickly and said directly: "Right Prime Minister, I am grateful to you for your bravery and sacrifice for the country. From tomorrow on, you don't have to come to court. It's the same as usual, how about it?"

Hearing this, Sheng Mu raised his eyebrows like a sharp sword and said, "How is that possible? How can any minister complain of illness every day and fail to go to court on time?"

Zhouze almost wanted to nod wildly and say yes, of course, but no, it would be unholy. He could only purse his lips silently and still insist:

"I just realized today that you, Right Chancellor, have a lot of burdens on you, and I feel really guilty about it. I have decided that from now on it must be the same as usual."

——We must not let him die even a few more brain cells. As an emperor, he goes to work to fish, and he doesn't really want to go to work.

Zhouze's will was too firm and his eyes were too firm, causing Sheng Mu to be stunned for a moment. Then he burst into laughter and couldn't help but ask his true thoughts:

"Since ancient times, I have only seen people fighting for power to the death, but I have never seen anyone give it up to others. Is the emperor doing this because he is afraid that his ministers will be jealous?"

"Of course not!" Zhou Ze flatly vetoed, "In the eyes of the Right Prime Minister, dealing with these things is a symbol of power, but in my opinion, it only adds to the burden."

How can Sheng Mu, the king of scrolls, understand this salty fish who just wants to lie down!

Hearing this, Sheng Mu was silent for a few seconds, and then he asked lightly, "I'm sorry for the offence, but what if one day the emperor is no longer the emperor, and the luxurious days of today are no longer the same?"

The words were both reserved and cold.

Zhouze understood. Sheng Mu actually wanted to ask what he would do if one day he no longer had this emperor to serve as the emperor, and he no longer had such a good life.

Ah.

Isn’t this easy to handle?

Zhou Ze's interest continued, "Then we can only find a secluded place to live a leisurely life as a fairy."

Sheng Mu smiled, as if he was laughing at his naivety, "Your Majesty, how can there be a life like an immortal in this world? If the Emperor becomes a commoner, I am afraid that even if he works day and night, he may not have enough food and clothing, and the Emperor will inevitably lose everything. It’s too simplistic.”

Zhouze asked without thinking: "Isn't the goal of the Right Prime Minister now to make people's lives better and better?"

Sheng Mu choked and said casually: "The world's resources are always limited, and it is impossible for everyone to be equal."

The implication is that it is impossible for everyone to live a good life.

Zhouze stopped talking now. He didn't want to use his brain and it was right to think of being paralyzed as a salted fish, but he really didn't like the argument that blatantly said unfairness was the truth of the world.

Zhouze couldn't help but muttered: "Does it mean that only dignitaries and wealthy families have the right to live a good life, while ordinary people deserve to be treated like cattle and horses...?"

Sheng Mu smiled lowly again, "I didn't expect that the emperor loves the people like a son, but it's useless to talk about it."

Zhou Ze was unhappy and used the topic to play off the topic: "How dare you speak to me so rudely, and you still don't slap me."

When Sheng Mu heard the young man scolding him angrily, his smile increased instead of decreasing, and he approached the young man slightly.

Zhouze was suddenly approached by the opponent and subconsciously took a step back. However, because the dragon robe was too heavy, his center of gravity was temporarily unstable and he was about to fall to one side.

Sheng Mu had quick eyes and quick hands. He held Zhouze's waist with one hand and held Zhouze's wrist with the other hand, leading the person towards him.

When Zhouze stood still in shock, Sheng Mu still held his slender wrist firmly.

Feeling the fragile yet alluring touch in his palm very clearly, Sheng Mu's breath sank slightly, and he smiled and said: "Didn't the Emperor ask me to hold my mouth? Well, I will do it now."

After saying that, Sheng Mu gently raised Gao Zhouze's hand and placed it on his cheek.