Boss, She is Unparalleled

Chapter 124 Dark Head Glory (12)

The servant of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward, crossed his hands and bowed, and said loudly, "I think it is most suitable for the prince to do this."

There is only one prince in the Qi Dynasty.

It was the bloody and violent Prince Regent.

In an instant, the entire court was silent.

There was only the clear sound of Rong Fenglin tapping on the armrest of the Jiaolong Chair.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

Zhong Bainian looked up at Rong Fenglin who was sitting above him, with a bit of planning in his eyes.

After a long time, just when the minister thought that Rong Fenglin was going to kill again, Rong Fenglin spoke lazily.

"That's it..."

"Then the king should not go?"

The little emperor who was closest to Rong Fenglin shook his body, and almost couldn't resist running away from this place.

The old eunuch's downcast eyes flashed hatred of iron but not steel.

Although the empress dowager wanted to train him, but the little emperor was too courageous, and every time he was almost scared out of his wits by the regent.

After receiving Zhong Bainian's reminder, Hubu Shangshu stood up again.

"My lord, because King Rong liked to travel in his early years, he only knew about these famines. I believe that his lord must also know something about it. Therefore, I beg your lord to personally deal with the famine in Min County."

Hearing the Minister of the Household Department mention King Rong, Rong Fenglin's eyes flashed coldly.

The fingers casually resting on the armrest of the dragon chair curled up slightly.

Because of the mask, the ministers couldn't see Rong Fenglin's expression clearly.

And Rong Fenglin has always been used to not showing his emotions.

After a while, Rong Fenglin let out a low laugh, which shocked the ministers below into a cold sweat.

Hearing this low laugh, Zhong Bainian was overjoyed.

Then I heard the man above say, "Your Majesty, let's make an order."

Seeing Rong Fenglin talking to him, the little emperor nodded hurriedly, "Okay emperor uncle, after the morning court, I will draw up the imperial edict and send it to the emperor's uncle's residence."

Rong Fenglin nodded slightly, lowered his eyes to slightly adjust the sleeves that were not wrinkled, and looked at the ministers with a half-smile.

"Anything else to say?"

Seeing this, the old eunuch flicked the whisk again, and said in a high-pitched, piercing voice, "Back the court."

Rong Fenglin raised his chin slightly and rubbed his ears with his hands.

Tsk, it's really uncomfortable.

The carriage made of black agarwood slowly drove out of the palace.

In the carriage.

Rong Fenglin lowered his eyebrows, holding a blue teapot in one hand, and slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

The mask on his face has long been put aside.

The deep and sharp facial features appeared.

The slightly upturned corners of the eyes dissipated the sharpness by three points, making it a little more sinister and undisciplined.

The slender fingertips lifted the teacup, and the blue color made the skin whiter.