Chapter 647: The moderate version of the minister

A group of supervisors and censors moved after hearing the wind, and they all participated in the sloppy private life of Chen Meng.
Nan Baoyi listened to them with a posture of pointing Jiangshan to scold Fang Qiu, reprimanding Chen Meng for how stinky his feet were and how humiliating his gentleness was. It was more exciting than listening to storytelling.
Xiao Yi whispered: "This group of supervisory historians have their mouths free and they don't do business. They stare at other people's houses all day, and they can make them participate for half a day."
Nan Baoyi raised her small white hand, gently covered her lips, and said in a low voice: "Then why don't they take part in the second brother and take me into the Golden Luang Palace?"
"They dare..." Xiao Yi smiled loosely, "However, when I first became the regent, there were two short-eyed people who participated in the offense of the royal family."
"and after?"
Nan Baoyi showed an expression of eating melons.
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, succinctly: "Later, they never appeared again."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
understood!
Xiao Yi looked down at her, fearing that she would start to be afraid of herself again, so she squeezed her small white hand and played with it lightly, and asked, "Does Jiaojiao think I am too cruel and bloody?"
"No."
Nan Baoyi has a cute face.
This is called cruelty?
This servant chopped off Yunxiu's hands in his previous life, and also chopped off a group of assassins' heads and hung them on the gates of the palace to demonstrate, and even used the princess's head as a drinking vessel...
The current Minister of Power is already a moderate version of the Lord of Power.
Seeing that she was not afraid, Xiao Yi was a little relieved.
At the Jinluan Temple, Chen Meng was caught by a group of civil servants and beaten to death.
Those words that participated in him were gorgeous and delicate and seemed to make sense. He was a military commander who was lonely and clumsy, and he couldn't even speak of them!
Chen Meng is about to be beaten and cry!
Chu Huainan was finally approaching the breaking point.
He is the emperor, the emperor of the South Vietnam!
He was in the courtroom, of course, to give advice to the country to benefit the community.
Xiao Yi and the little princess spent a lot of time before you and me, why did he take so long to listen to how stinky Chen Meng's feet were? !
He couldn't bear it, and said in a deep voice, "Enough!"
The whole hall was noisy and quiet, instantly.
Chu Huainan said coldly: "Chen Meng was fined for half a year if he didn't trim the edges and humiliated the image of an official."
Chen Meng couldn't hold his old face anymore, so he blushed and fell to his knees, thanking Lord Longen.
After dealing with Chen Meng's affairs, Chu Huainan stared at Xiao Yi: "Xiao Qing, did you violate the rules of the palace when you brought your family members to court? In your eyes, there is still the etiquette rule? Women are not allowed to do politics, as a man, No matter how you dote on a woman, you should not let her participate in the affairs of the court, let alone let her listen to court secrets."
Xiao Yi smiled: "The emperor thinks that this king's Jiaojiao is inappropriate to sit here?"
Chu Huainan's right eye flushed, and he asked in a cold voice, "Does the regent think it's appropriate?!"
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Nan Baoyi thoughtfully.
After a long while, he smiled: "Jiaojiao is really inappropriate to sit here."
Just when Chu Huainan and the civil and military officials thought that he was leaving with Nan Baoyi, Xiao Yi reached out to Nan Baoyi.
Nan Baoyi was ignorant and put her little hand on his big palm.
Xiao Yi held her hand firmly.
He was tall and straight, with leather boots, fully propped up the generous and cumbersome official robes of the regent. The robes fluttered between the walks, and his posture was relaxed and elegant.
The girl he was holding was only as tall as his shoulders, petite and beautiful, with white skin and snow, black woven gold skirt, and his official robes seemed to complement each other so well.
In the attention of the Mandian Civil and Martial Arts, Xiao Yi led Nan Baoyi and casually set foot on the ninth imperial rank.
He stood in front of Chu Huainan, condescending, smiling and raising his eyebrows: "Get out of the way."
Chu Huainan: "..."
He sat on the dragon chair, his face gradually pale.
His hands trapped in the wide sleeves of the dragon robe were squeezed into fists, nails pierced the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood in his palms seemed to be indistinct.
Xiao Yi, tell him to move away...
Tell him, get away from the dragon chair...
There was silence.
Chu Huainan slowly raised his head and stared at Xiao Yi: "You call me, get out?"
Xiao Yi turned his back to the civil and military officials, his thin lips pursed in a harsh arc: "Yes, this king told you to get out of the way. You said that this king's Jiaojiao is not appropriate to sit there, this king thought left and right, this hall Except for this king’s official hat chair, only your dragon chair is the only one. I beg the emperor to get out of the way."
Last night, Chu Huainan eloped with his Jiaojiao.
Don't ask Chu Huainan to have a long memory, he really thought Nan Yue was his last name.
The blood in Chu Huainan's palm gushed out, dyed red with bright yellow sleeves.
He was eager to split, and said every word: "You call me, get away?!"
Xiao Yi was already impatient.
Nan Baoyi's small face is innocent, and he repeats in a good voice, "Yes, your lord, you have asked twice, my lord, I really call you, let's go!"
She seemed to be afraid that Chu Huainan would not understand it, so she deliberately increased the word "Get out".
Chu Huainan kept sitting upright, but his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.
Tears gradually welled up in his right eye, he was silent, Jun's face tense tight.
He closed his eyes.
It seemed that he had made great determination, he finally stood up slowly and retreated to the dragon chair.
Facing the civil and military officials, a line of tears rolled down his intact right eye.
The feelings of the ministers suddenly felt complicated.
But Xiao Yi was standing there, and the courtiers didn't even mention accusing him, they didn't even dare to breathe, lest they would annoy the murderer.
They had to look at Chu Huainan with sympathy and pity.
However, that look just made Chu Huainan more tormented.
Xiao Yi pointed to the dragon chair very generously: "Sit Jiaojiao."
Nan Baoyi always dislikes politeness.
She had never sat on a dragon chair before, and immediately sat on it happily.
The dragon chair was high, and the girl smiled like a flower, dangling her little feet, raised her white and round chin, and raised her hand domineeringly: "My lord, you have to talk about business, don't be influenced by me. Don't be polite to me, If the talking throat is dry, I will ask someone to prepare tea and snacks for you!"
Baiguan's expression is complicated.
Princess Regent, really...
Considerate!
Due to Xiao Yi's deterrence, they didn't dare to say anything, they had to continue with the initial issue, arguing about whether to build the official road to Dayong.
When the whole hall was noisy, Chu Huainan whispered: "Is the regent is taking revenge on me?"
Xiao Yi smiled: "I don't understand what your Majesty said."
"I persuaded the little princess to run away with me last night. You were angry, so you deliberately retaliated against me..."
Chu Huainan's voice was low.
And after he finished speaking, he remembered the suggestion that Song Rou asked him to find a way to relax Xiao Yi's vigilance last night.
He gradually calmed down: "Xiao Qing, I have already known my mistake. The beauty is yours. From now on, I will never dare to get involved. If Xiao Qing likes the rivers and mountains, you can take it. I, I want Zen to be yours. Just beg you, don't lose my face in front of the civil and military officials like today."