After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

At this moment, Feng Xingjun had a new understanding of the relationship between Fu Yutang and the late emperor.

The expressions of all the civil and military officials in the court changed slightly, and they also had a new understanding of Fu Yutang's cruelty.

The historian at the side glanced at everyone, his pen in his hand did not stop for a moment, silently recording everything that happened in the hall, and wrote in a flamboyant manner: "Fu Yutang, what a vicious man this is!"

Feng Xingjun pondered for a moment and felt that what Fu Yutang said made some sense, so he decided: "Then let's do as Fu Aiqing said, pardon Liu Chengwen's death penalty, remove him from his post as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and exile him to the frontier with his wife and daughter."

"As for Shi Lezheng and Xiong Yingwu," Feng Xingjun said calmly with a gloomy face, "Although you two did not slander the late emperor, you did not distinguish right from wrong. Not only did you not correct Liu Chengwen's mistakes, but you also sided with him. When your colleague fainted, you stood by and watched. You are cold-hearted and have bad character. You will be demoted one rank and fined half a year's salary as a warning to others!"

Hearing this, the two of them felt weak on their feet and knelt on the ground, subconsciously defending themselves, "Your Majesty, this happened suddenly, and I just didn't react for a moment..."

Feng Xingjun was too lazy to listen to the two's arguments, so he waved his hand casually to silence them. Then he set his eyes on He Zhiyong and said expressionlessly, "As for He Zhiyong, if you are not feeling well, go back and take a good rest. Come back when you are better. His post as the Left Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue will be temporarily handled by your beloved Minister Gao Liyan."

As soon as the words fell, a fat man with a kind face and a very festive look stood up from the crowd and said loudly: "I will obey your order. I will not let your majesty down."

Fu Yutang listened to Feng Xingjun's words, his eyes shone brightly like two searchlights.

If she pretended to faint, she could go home and rest, then she...

His eyes wandered around and he quickly found a place to "lie down" on the spot. He moved his feet slightly and was about to take action when he saw Feng Xingjun winking at Fulu beside him.

Fulu understood what he meant and called four guards to carry He Zhiyong out of the palace like a pig.

Seeing this, Fu Yutang's eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed instantly.

forget it.

She just wants to be a human being, not a pig.

With her head hanging listlessly, Fu Yutang could only pin her hopes on Feng Xingjun, hoping that he would not let her go because she had angered He Zhiyong to the point of fainting.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for so long, Feng Xingjun did not punish her. Instead, she could hear that he was eager to leave the court and return to the harem. "My dear ministers, do you have anything else to report? If not, I will adjourn the court now."

Hearing this, several officials on Fu Yutang's right exchanged glances. After a while, a middle-aged man with regular features, a goatee, and an upright figure stood up, and with a righteous attitude of "I am doing this for the good of the court, I have absolutely no selfish motives," he said loudly: "I have something to report!"

Feng Xingjun said calmly, "Yes."

"I think that Minister Fu has not yet had his coming-of-age ceremony and is still young, so he is bound to act impulsively and is not qualified to be the prime minister," said the middle-aged man.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yutang suddenly perked up, his eyes lit up again, and he looked at the middle-aged man with such a passionate gaze as if he had seen a confidant.

"You have a good eye." Fu Yutang smiled and gave a thumbs up, praising: "You can tell at a glance that I am not suitable to be the prime minister."

Little did they know that this joyful smile had another meaning in the eyes of the middle-aged people:

I am not suitable, are you suitable?

How many lives do you have, boy, if you dare to ruin my good deeds?