Quick Wear: About the Things I Saved from the Villain

Wen Mansion, study.

The two brothers Wen Junyan and Wen Junhuan sat opposite each other, one was elegant and the other was cold and stern.

Wen Junyan spoke first.

"Yan Yang, our little emperor is not as simple as we imagined."

Yan Yang is the courtesy name of Wen Junhuan.

Hearing his brother's words, Wen Junhuan's eyes showed sarcasm.

Wen Junyan frowned in disapproval, "I know you have a good relationship with that person, but this is not a reason for you to be like this."

"I've told you before, without evidence, no matter how credible it is, it's just speculation, and you can't take your anger out on others because of it."

This silly brother is good in that respect. The only problem is that he is too clear about his likes and dislikes. He wants those he loves to live and those he hates to die.

He had a good relationship with the former crown prince, so he always had a prejudice against the current emperor who was suspected of murdering him.

But rumors are always rumors. No matter how widely they are spread outside, there is no evidence.

"Brother," Wen Junhuan reminded coldly, "The governor of Lanyun County who was in the court today also has no evidence."

There are so many things in this world that happen for which there is no evidence. Does that mean there are no evil deeds if there is no evidence?

"How can it be the same?" Wen Junyan felt a little headache, "Then I don't believe you don't know what's going on with the Lanyun County Magistrate."

It's not that there is no evidence, it was clearly destroyed secretly by the aristocratic family.

However, they did not expect that the Yunzhou governor had secretly collected testimonies from the people of Lanyun, which gave them the evidence and led to what happened today.

"So what if I know," Wen Junhuan looked back at him steadily, "Brother, you said it yourself, he is not simple."

Since it is not simple, the possibility of the rumors being true is greater.

"I don't really have evidence, but I know who the biggest beneficiaries are."

Seeing that he was becoming more and more certain, Wen Junyan gently pressed the folding fan in his hand on the back of his hand, his face serious.

"Yan Yang, you are obsessed."

Wen Junhuan's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word.

"No matter what you think in your heart," Wen Junyan said in a deep voice, "you can't show it once you leave this door."

"And don't do anything unnecessary."

"I know, brother," Wen Junhuan clenched his hands into fists, emotions surging in his eyes.

He whispered, "I will not ignore the safety of Dajing."

Not to mention speculation, even if the rumors are true, even if he really came to power by stepping on the blood of his father and brother, he would not do anything.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is the rule of the royal family.

He was just grieving for his lost friend.

Wen Junyan also knew that he must feel uncomfortable being torn between emotion and reason, so he patted him twice with his folding fan to soothe him and changed the subject.

"Let's just copy the laws. If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to finish it before dark."

Thinking of His Majesty the Emperor today, he smiled helplessly: That guy is really...

When the noble family Qingliu was testing the others and the others were just standing by and watching, he simply dragged everyone into the water... Should we say this is really the nature of a young man?

Wen Junhuan stood up and walked out the door.

Wen Junyan subconsciously asked: "Where are you going? Aren't you copying it here?"

"Your Majesty ordered Eunuch An to tell me not to copy it."

Wen Junyan: This kid is so lucky.

Looking at the densely packed laws under his command, he sighed and suddenly felt a little regretful:

If I had known this earlier, I would have spoken out at that time.

After the morning court session the next day, Tang Li received the law that all civil and military officials were required to copy as punishment.

There are so many copies, of course she can't look at them one by one, at this time she just needs to scan 777.

We will know which ones are missing and which ones have inconsistent handwriting, plus those that were copied by others.

As soon as the minister got home from court, the eunuch who came with the message arrived:

Those who have problems will have to rewrite the paper and be fined half a year's salary.

Those who did the tricks behind the scenes were all noble families and military generals. Although a half-year salary deduction would not have any impact, the punishment of copying would not offset it.

As a result, they have to copy and pay fines. This is like losing both the wife and the army!

They were in tears and puzzled: How on earth did His Majesty do it?

(777: Hiding one’s merit and fame)

The morning court system in Dajing is two rounds of two days, that is, two days of morning court and two days of no morning court.

Of course, not having morning court does not mean resting, but rather dealing with pending matters or going to government offices to handle government affairs.

As for the days of rest when one can really rest, they are once every six days.

On the first day of rest after ascending the throne, Tang Li truly felt how great it was to be an emperor.

No wonder there are so many incompetent emperors. On one side, you work hard to death, while on the other side, you enjoy the ultimate pleasure. Everyone wants to choose the latter.

One month after entering this world, Tang Li showed an image in front of the court officials that was very different from the "Second Prince" they had heard of before.

Although he is young, his thinking and methods in handling government affairs are mature beyond his age.

To be frank, he is even better than the previous emperor when he was young. After all, this young emperor has never received any study or training in this area before.

The late emperor was like this, the late crown prince was like this, and now Your Majesty is like this as well. One cannot help but sigh that the bloodline of today's royal family is too outstanding.

Another surprising thing is that although your Majesty's biological mother comes from a noble family, he is not biased towards the noble family at all. He even seems to have the intention of suppressing them, just like the late emperor.

The family was a little panicked.

So at the morning court that day, the issue of selecting a queen and establishing her was brought up.

"The harem cannot be without a queen for a day, Your Majesty!"

"The late emperor had few descendants, and your majesty's only blood relative is Princess Jingyuan. Please fill your harem with descendants as soon as possible!"

Although he had guessed that this would happen, Tang Li still felt a little crazy when he heard what these ministers said.

She was only sixteen years old! Sixteen years old! She was still a child. What the hell, she couldn't have a child!

No! She can't make others have children!

"I," she coughed lightly, trying her best to keep her expression straight.

"My father has passed away. As a son, I should observe mourning for him. The selection of concubines and the appointment of a queen should be discussed later."

I'm sorry, father, I have to use you as a shield.

Although the mourning period for the emperor and the common people is different, now that she has said so, these ministers should be too embarrassed to say anything else, right?