The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 1

In the tenth year of Fengyin's tenth year, he was in the Palace of Political Affairs.

"My lord, the Mang people in the frontier have been touching our territory intentionally or unintentionally. It seems that there is..." A minister in official robes held the memorial in his hand and reported the information collected by the spies from the frontier.

"Dare to ask the Holy Majesty, should we send troops to crusade so that the Mang people will retreat in the face of difficulties?"

The long fire-colored hair inherited from his mother was tied high in a bundle with a golden headband, his handsome features slightly evil, his tall and slender figure made people unconsciously focus on him, and at this moment, he was Leaning on the dragon chair with his chin propped, he looked nonchalantly at the minister kneeling in front of him asking for instructions.

After receiving the memorial from the eunuch, Yun Fengchao casually threw it on the dragon table.

All the civil and military officials present gasped immediately, and some even whispered in low voices.

This can't be blamed on them, after all, the person who just presented the performance is a veteran of the previous dynasty who has been in power since the first emperor! And the most important thing is, he is still a celebrity in front of the Queen Mother. In normal times, who would dare to treat him Disrespect is the same as disrespecting the queen mother, which means that the official rank will be lowered several levels.

Looks like there's a good show going on here.

"Please give me your order!" Chen Changsheng, who felt that he was losing face, asked for instructions again in a serious tone.

This kid actually dared to embarrass him in front of civil and military officials, he would definitely make him regret it!

"Chen Changsheng, are you in the Ministry of Industry or the Ministry of Punishment?" Raising his eyebrows, Yun Fengchao sat up straight and looked at Chen Changsheng, who was over sixty years old, in front of him.

Seeing the young emperor's serious movements, Chen Changsheng stood up on his own, and looked back at Yun Fengchao with dignity: "The old minister is just a small Imperial scholar."

Everyone present was commotion, they wanted to see what embarrassment Chen Changsheng gave this puppet emperor.

"Is it civil or military?"

"A civil official who worships the second rank."

Yun Fengchao nodded, motioning for the little eunuch standing beside him to grind ink for him.

Seeing the emperor obediently picking up the pen to write the imperial edict, Chen Changsheng's face was full of complacency.

The turmoil among civil and military officials became even more severe, because the emperor actually compromised with the proposal to send troops to fight against the Mang clan. I don't know how long the treasury can last like this for three days and one battle, and five days for one battle.

A few days ago, I heard from the officials of the Ministry of Officials that although the army always wins and returns every time, they are all defeated! They also said that many soldiers escaped because they could not bear the harsh service conditions. ...Obviously more than half of the annual national tax is allocated to the Ministry of War to increase supplies, why are there still deserters?

Seeing that Yun Fengchao finished writing the imperial edict, Chen Changsheng proudly wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by Yunfengchao.

"Wait." He motioned to two guards to support Chen Changsheng, "Take off his hoodie."

As soon as these words came out, all those present were surprised, and some even couldn't believe that these words came from the mouth of their weak and incompetent sage.

"I am the hero of the founding of the country, you have no right to take off my feathers!" Chen Changsheng was so excited that he wanted to rush towards Yun Fengchao who was sitting on the dragon chair, but how could his strength match the imperial guards? So he could only stare at him with red eyes Just badass.

"Come here," Yun Fengchao clapped his hands, and the two maids took out a pile of papers one after another. Some of the papers were even yellowed due to the age, but everything written on them could be vaguely seen. Let all the dear ministers browse one by one."

After reading all the things written on the paper, there are only two kinds of reactions, unconcealable surprise and livid face.

"Read the edict." Yun Fengchao handed the edict to the little eunuch beside him.

The little eunuch immediately read aloud everything written in the imperial edict: "For ten years in Fengyin, in the name of the national army, Chen Changsheng, a scholar of the Hanlin University, was ordered to be punished by five horses. , respect this."

"Yun Fengchao, you..." Chen Changsheng was still cursing, but no matter what he said after being dragged out of the hall by the guards, the people in the hall couldn't hear him.

After slapping the dragon table vigorously, drawing everyone's attention back in the hall, Yun Fengchao said calmly: "Today is just to scare chickens and monkeys, if there is another crime..."

"Retreat!" Yun Fengchao had already walked out of the hall before all the civil and military officials knelt down.

Just leave everyone staring.

Purple Bamboo Forest

"Mother, Feng'er has come to see you."

This is a purple bamboo forest not far from the imperial palace, and it is often surrounded by thin fog, which makes people mistakenly think they are in a fairyland.

And in the middle of the bamboo forest, there is a small and simple tomb.

There is no word written on the white tombstone, nor any decoration, only a few green vines wrapped around the tombstone from top to bottom, which looks very unique.

"In the past few years, Chuntao and the others have been taking care of Feng'er. Look, Feng'er has gained weight again." Yun Fengchao, who had changed into a normal attire, knelt upright in front of the grave, talking about some interesting things incessantly.

After talking for a while, he took out a fire pocket and some yellowed papers from his sleeve.

He tore open the torch from the middle with a "snap", and leaned one end against the papers, curling smoke came out from the papers in his hand.

"Feng'er promised mother that one day, Feng'er will fulfill mother's wish."

The elegantly scented smoke floats up slowly, gradually merging with the thin mist.

King Jin's Mansion

"Fu Yuan kowtowed to the prince, why did the prince seek the villain?"

The young man dressed as a student bowed his head and knelt on the ground, his cold voice without any ups and downs.

The face that has been matured by the years but still stable is full of sorrow, which makes the originally very beautiful appearance look very vicissitudes.

"Perhaps this king's destiny has come to an end?" He said mockingly, at this time, Prince Jin is no longer the brave and skilled "Ghost Yasha" back then, and now he is just a miserable man ridiculed by the past That's all.

Mu Fuyuan raised his head, so beautiful that it would make Prince Jin feel ashamed. His facial features were like a small thorn, which was very uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Thousand-year-old is the body of a thousand gold, and there is still a long way to go for the thousand-year-old."

Prince Jin looked at his protégé appreciatively, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"The time is only a hundred years, Fu Yuan, can you agree to a request as a teacher?"

"My lord, please tell me."

"Two days ago, His Majesty abolished the academician of the Hanlin University, did you know?"

Mu Fuyuan frowned, and replied: "I'm afraid no one in the entire imperial city knows. Why does the prince ask this?"

Prince Jin didn't answer, but turned around and went back to the inner room, took out a kit and a golden dagger and handed them to Mu Fuyuan.

"To be the prime minister and protect the current sage."

"The Empress Dowager and the Holy Majesty hate each other, I'm afraid that with the power of Fu Yuan alone..."

Stuffing the things in Mu Fuyuan's hands, Prince Jin had unquestionable determination in his eyes.

"Seeing this dagger is like seeing a military order!"

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Mu Fuyuan was puzzled: "My lord, why do you want to..."

Prince Jin didn't answer, but walked to the window, waved his hand to signal Mu Fuyuan to back down.

"The villain will leave."

The originally quiet study room seemed even more lifeless after Mu Fuyuan retreated, as if only the gentle evening breeze was pouring out something.

After a long time, a faint sound was heard.

"Because he is Xia Yu's flesh and blood, isn't he?"