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

Then, the Ministry of Personnel also jumped out.

Official A said, "It's not that I like to gossip about others, but your Ministry of Rites has indeed gone too far. Every year when we evaluate your Ministry of Rites, we find that your officials, apart from being sad and depressed every day, laugh at the Ministry of War's vulgarity behind their backs, and have hardly done anything practical..."

When official B heard this, his eyes widened instantly and he exclaimed, "Talking bad about people behind their backs? With such a character, you still want to be in charge of etiquette? A truly polite person would not gossip about others behind their backs."

"Well, the Ministry of Rites is full of pretensions, thinking that they are talented scholars with a wealth of knowledge. How can what talented people do be called gossip?" Official A waved his hand and said seriously: "That is called condescending to comment on the shortcomings of the Ministry of War..."

Official B suddenly realized what was going on and said, "Oh," in a long tone, "So that's how it is. I was too superficial."

"Oh, by the way, they also laughed at the Ministry of Industry, saying that they were a bunch of unkempt, poor people..."

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The two of them sang in unison, and Fu Yutang and the people from the Ministry of Justice listened with great interest, only regretting that they had no melon seeds in their hands.

The people in the Ministry of Revenue put their hands in their sleeves, sneered, and occasionally agreed with the Ministry of Personnel, proving that the Ministry of Rites was a group of useless people who did nothing but ask for money in front of people and talk about others behind their backs.

The corner of Lu Zhengyun's mouth twitched. He never expected that just saying two or three words would lead to an attack from the three ministries of justice, household and personnel.

Looking at the people in the Ministry of Rites, they all had gloomy faces. As the "culprit", his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to explain, the people from the Ministry of War also spoke up.

"I didn't know that my people in the Ministry of War were so unworthy in the eyes of the Ministry of Rites."

Rui Yuanguang looked stern, staring at the people in the Ministry of Rites, and said in a cold voice: "Since you think that the people in my Ministry of War are useless, how about leaving the responsibility of defending the country to your Ministry of Rites?"

"That's great!" Shao Qi, the Minister of Revenue, immediately stood up and raised his hands to show his agreement. "Don't you in the Ministry of Rites always think that the Ministry of Revenue favors the Ministry of War and gives it everything it wants? If you go to the battlefield in place of the people from the Ministry of War, we will also favor you in the same way."

At Qian Youcai's suggestion, the officials of the Ministry of Personnel also stepped forward and said, "If you, the Ministry of Rites, really have the courage to go to the front line, let alone the Ministry of Revenue, we, the Ministry of Personnel, will even give you a generous military pay even if we have to go bankrupt!"

Minister of Industry Ji Peng smiled faintly and said, "We in the Ministry of Industry are all poor people with little money, but at least we have enough brains and dexterity. For the sake of our colleagues, we can develop some life-saving machines for you, so that you can keep your bodies intact when you go to the battlefield."

Since the other four departments have expressed their stance and generously demonstrated their colleagueship, Fu Yutang cannot be left behind.

Seeing that the faces of the people in the Ministry of Rites turned green and red, and there seemed to be a trace of worry in their eyes that no bones would be left, he said kindly: "Don't be afraid. Once you go to the battlefield, my Ministry of Justice will immediately send a group of coroners. I'm not bragging, but the coroners in the Ministry of Justice are very powerful. Even if you are chopped into meat paste and trampled into meat patties by horses' hooves, they will scoop you up bit by bit, put you in a jar for pickling, and send you back to the capital as soon as possible. Don't worry about no bones being left."

The four departments of military, household, personnel, and engineering: "..."

You are still cruel!

They haven't even gone to the battlefield yet, and you've already arranged all their funeral arrangements.

Everyone from the Ministry of Rites: “…”

You are sick!

Still pickled.

Do you think we are pickles?

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but glare at Fu Yutang.

Fu Yutang: “……???”