Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

  Chapter 1966 Deep Palace 39

  Everyone calmed down.

  Bian Cheng said meaningfully: “The world is mine after all, so it’s also my own to ask others to take a peek at it.”

   "Respectfully invite the emperor to come back to the court!" Meng Li said immediately.

  The others also shouted.

  Biancheng looked arrogant and disdainful, just snorted, and said domineeringly: "I want to take back my things." Then he turned directly into the house.

   Staying outside of the group of them, everyone was embarrassed for Meng Li. After all, the emperor's intention was too obvious. There was a kind of intuition that the queen was going to be unlucky.

   And Meng Li didn’t feel embarrassed at all, and said easily:

   "The palace can finally take a good rest."

  Someone is muttering in his heart, isn’t it?

  I hope I can take a rest.

  As everyone dispersed, Bian Cheng calmed down and looked at the meal that was brought up. He thought that he could not drink anymore, and that he would have to go to court early the next day.

  I just ate two bites of dishes, and I always feel that there is something missing. I can’t even eat the dishes without alcohol.

  He really wants to drink too much.

  Can't help it, can't help it, Bian Cheng can only tell himself that this time I drink a little less, but when the wine is in his throat, he forgot everything.

  I was drunk again, fell asleep, woke up in the middle of the night, felt really hard to sleep, and drank again.

  He used to drink day and night, drinking when he woke up, and sleeping when he was drunk, and he couldn't adjust it for a while.

It's just that I drank in the middle of the night and couldn't get up at all the next day. The **** shouted outside the door for a long time, and went in cautiously. Seeing him lying in a drunk suit, pushing and shouting, he opened his eyes, just I was very annoyed and said:

   "Go away, don't bother me."

   "I have a headache."

  He closed his eyes again.

  The **** knew his temper too much, so he could only shut up when he saw this, and did not dare to speak out.

  He was too late to afford it, but the ministers said that today the emperor is finally going to court, and they all came to the hall to wait, but they waited for more than an hour and no one came.

  "Would you like to check it out?" someone asked.

  They asked the **** again, and the **** could only say cautiously: "The emperor hasn't gotten up yet."

  Everyone: "..."

  Is this the attitude of the emperor to come back to government?

After waiting for another half an hour, Bian Chengwa woke up, dressed casually, and went to the court. His beard was shaggy, the corners of his eyes were black, and his figure became thinner. The overall image was really not good.

  Everyone took a look and didn't care about the appearance problem. It's not bad to come, and there is no other requirement.

  Everyone began to follow their previous habit, whispering and telling Bian Cheng some things, and soliciting his opinions by the way, and discussing them together.

  But Bian Cheng hasn’t been in touch with these things for a long time, and he doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They have to start talking about one thing from the source. They are helpless, but they have the patience to start from the beginning.

  It’s just that they have this patience. Bian Cheng didn’t. He felt very irritable after listening to it for a while.

  I really want to drink.

  Sitting here, he was listening anyway. It would be better to listen while drinking. He thought so, and did the same.

   asked the **** beside him to get the wine, and when he heard that he was about to get the wine, the **** was startled, and whispered in his ear:

   "His Royal Highness, no."

  Biancheng: "Why not? Anyway, they also know that I love wine."

  They definitely did not dare to stop them, after all, what they wanted was an emperor to sit here and not let the woman in the harem have a chance.

  "Go get it, or you will die." Looking at the eunuch, he was still hesitating, and Bian Cheng glared at him.

  The **** shrank and had no choice but to fetch the wine, so when the courtiers were still chattering, there was a sudden smell of wine in the air.

  Everyone looked up and saw that the emperor actually drank from the court. His body was not sitting on the dragon chair, but crooked, and it was worthy of putting his body on it.

  Indecent posture.

  Tao Fu stood up and asked: "What is the meaning of the sage?"

   "Can't you understand? I'm drinking." Bian Cheng said naturally:

   "Is there a rule that you can't drink on the court?"

  Tao Fu: "……"

  There is no such rule, but no one drinks at the court, but the basic etiquette is that drinking is not allowed.

   "It's okay, I won't be drunk, just say it slowly, what about me, listen slowly." Bian Cheng said casually.

  The Tai Fu wanted to say something, but was pulled by the person next to him and said:

   "The emperor has finally come back. If he gets mad again, he doesn't know when he will come back. Maybe it's suddenly uncomfortable. Let's just let him go, and I won't be able to do it again."

  Tao Fu had no choice but not to speak. He sighed in his heart as he looked at the emperor who had no gesture on the dragon chair.

The minister who talked about the matter before went on to say that the matter was quite complicated. I was worried that the emperor had not heard it clearly. He was more detailed, and the words were longer. At first, Bian Cheng also listened to a few sentences, and then he felt that the wine became more and more drunk. Comfortable, especially after the wine is over, there is a feeling of soul ascending to heaven, and it is even more wonderful.

  He is deeply obsessed with this feeling, and he looks forward to meeting his beautiful soul in this situation one day.

  The group of people in his eyes were all vague and hazy. After the minister had finished talking about things, he asked him:

   "Emperor, what do you think of this matter?"

   "What's the matter?" Bian Cheng was already drunk, and even forgot what the minister said before.

  Minister: "..."

  So he talked for a long time underneath, and the other ministers followed and discussed for a long time, but the emperor didn't listen to a word.

   "You just discussed it, right?" Even though Bian Cheng was confused, he still had a way to deal with it. He said:

   "Since the negotiation is complete, just follow your ideas."

   "I think your ideas are very good, very good."

  The tone is very perfunctory.

  Everyone is even more speechless. Did you hear what they said? Just say it very well?

  Isn’t this playing around with Jiangshan Sheji?

   "The emperor, listen to the minister..."

  Bian Cheng half-squinted, shaking the glass, staring at the wine in it, and said casually: "Well, you said, I'm listening."

  "……"

  Who is still interested to say?

  The truth has made many people angry, and it is worse than playing the piano against a cow.

   But then again, Bian Cheng was so unbearable, but he didn't give anyone with a chance to take advantage of it.

  After all, if the emperor is simple and mediocre or has some desires, he can start, but not, he is good wine, but no one can give him a better wine than the palace.

  Furthermore, the emperor is simply drunk every day, and has a violent temperament. He can't listen to the words next to him, and those who want to take the opportunity to be his side have no chance.

There are a lot of incompetent people above the court. They don’t have the real ability to join the ranks. The best way is to get the favor of the emperor and sharpen their heads to do what they like. But in the face of this Bian Cheng, they are again There is no way.

  Seeing Bian Cheng’s appearance, if you want to take the opportunity to be favored, you stand up and say it again.

  (End of this chapter)