"Royal Grandmother."
Zhao Qingzhan cried out sadly.
The divine light that had just risen in his eyes quickly dissipated, and he sat down on the ground.
"Records of Taizu" ten times.
That’s a total of three hundred thousand words.
The whole article was written in official script, and he looked dizzy not to mention the formality.
"Hmph, this Crooked Dragon King will never give in!"
Looking at Queen Ma's leaving figure, Zhao Qingzhan stood up and said, "Copy it!"
Afterwards, Zhao Qingzhan, holding back his anger and the ambition of "Don't bully young people who are poor", quickly ran back to the East Palace, calling Sister Cuiluan one after another, and the latter asked the emperor's eldest grandson, "You" I don’t want you to be threatened by mixed doubles again.
Holding ten brushes in both hands, he started his book copying business!
Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
"Your Majesty, this is the list of death row prisoners that you personally decided for this year from the Ministry of Punishment. All those who were to be executed have been... ah, no, they have been executed. Your Majesty, please take a look."
Liu Deming, the Minister of Punishment, is a fat man.
At this moment, he was standing in Jinluan Hall panting.
There was a river of blood outside the Meridian Gate last night, and dozens of knives were chopped into pieces.
He, the Minister of Punishment, was so anxious that he went up and chopped him off twice. He was so tired that he almost lost his fat body.
As a result, I didn't sleep for two hours, and Yang Taishi, the chief minister of the Yang family, stood beside the bed and shouted, how can a fifty-year-old kid like you sleep?
Liu Deming is resentful.
I am fifty years old, and my grandson can go to private school, so why am I considered a child?
But at first glance, Yang Mansion is already eighty years old.
Um.
I, Liu Deming, am a child...
"Your Majesty, this is a project that has been built by the Yingzhuan, Yuheng, Dushui, and Tuntian departments of the Ministry of Industry in the past few days. Construction has been stepped up. The details of the progress are in the memorial. All statistics are as of yesterday."
After Liu Deming finished his report, Zhang Degan, Minister of Industry, walked out.
As the name suggests, he is as thin as a hemp stalk.
It is said that Zhang Degan was still a fat man when he was not minister of the Ministry of Industry, but since he became minister of the Ministry of Industry, his weight has gradually dropped.
Just the opposite of Liu Deming.
Therefore, the two of them have always been jokingly called Fat and Slender Toutuo in the Daqian court.
Zhang Degan has always been opposed to this. Why is he called Fat Toutuo when he is so thin?
"Your Majesty, this is the national official assessment list calculated by the Ministry of Civil Affairs this year. Among the officials appointed and removed last year, 36 people showed signs of corruption and have been dismissed from their posts and investigated. There are still 16 people who are suspected of neglect and have been punished. All of them should be dismissed and retained, and three others should be promoted."
"Your Majesty, this is the Ministry of Household Affairs..."
"This is the Ministry of Etiquette..."
"This is the Ministry of War..."
…
Listening to His Highness, a presiding officer from the Sixth Department came forward to report what happened after he left Beijing.
Zhao Chongyuan was happy.
Unexpectedly, his move killed the chicken and frightened the monkey, but the real monkey was not frightened.
The chicken laid quite a lot.
This is obviously much more efficient.
His eyes signaled Wang Lishi to step forward and take the folds handed over by officials from the six departments one by one.
Zhao Chongyuan looked at the officials from the six ministries and the three cabinet ministers present, and said, "How did my grandson supervise the country these days when I left the capital? What did the ministers in the DPRK do?"
Zhao Chongyuan's voice was neither slow nor fast, and there was no trace of joy or anger at all.
Yang Mansion, who originally wanted to complain, suddenly got stuck when he heard Zhao Chongyuan mention Zhao Qingzhan.
Not only the Yang Mansion, but also the other two cabinet ministers present, including Liu Deming and Zhang Degan, and several senior officials from the Sixth Department were a little stuck.
Look at each other.
Don't know what to say at all.
After the last few people looked at each other.
Yang Mansion wandered out and said with cupped hands: "Your Majesty, the emperor's eldest grandson has always been diligent and cooperative with the queen during your absence these days..."
"Oh, you old master, open your mouth and shut up. Why are we kids so timid when it comes to this matter? I, Zhang Dezhan, am not afraid of death.
I, Zhang Dezhan, said it.
The emperor's eldest grandson can listen to our reports except when the queen and the queen draw the curtains. At other times, he hides in the East Palace and plays pretend games. He also built a market in the East Palace, called Chaotianfang, and gathered a group of young eunuchs. The palace maid played the role of a merchant, and she played the role of a government servant managing the market. By the way, she also gave her four-clawed python robe to the young eunuch to wear, and..."
Zhang Dezhu kept chattering.
Liu Deming on the side covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly at him.
This broken hemp stalk really does not give the royal family any face.
Not only Liu Deming, but also several other members of the Sixth Department were so frightened that they were sweating coldly, lowering their heads and not daring to take a breath.
The more he listened to Zhang Dezhan's report, the darker and purple Zhao Chongyuan's face turned.
"So for the rest of this month, that bastard has been just having fun, right? Didn't do anything serious at all?"
Zhao Chongyuan was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wished he could just pick up the pumpkin and hit Zhao Qingzhan on the head.
The Yang Mansion quickly took over the topic and said: "No, when the Empress is hanging up the curtain, the grandson is still very serious in handling the affairs of the court. But as soon as the Empress leaves..."
But before Yang Mansion finished speaking, Zhang Degan immediately took over the words angrily: "What are you serious about? I just reported to the various government offices about the famine this year and asked the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate funds for disaster relief. Let's grab an uneaten meal." ah."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chongyuan could no longer sit still.
Snap!
One-shot dragon case.
Zhao Chongyuan stood up from the dragon chair, picked up the golden melon beside him and walked towards the east palace: "I will kill this turtle grandson."
Wang Lishi quickly chased after him: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
I have picked up all these pumpkins and want to beat them to death...
Watching Wang Lishi chase Zhao Chongyuan and run out.
Yang Fu was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Zhang Dezhan, Zhang Dezhan, you are really good at doing good things."
"You idiot, don't drag me down if you want. I don't want to leave these two hundred pounds of fat here."
Liu Deming pointed at Zhang Degan and stamped his feet.
"Huh, did I say something wrong? I'm right! I won't go along with you weaklings."
Zhang Degan stood there groaning.
…
Inside the East Palace.
It was rare for Zhao Qingzhan to lie down on the desk honestly.
Holding ten brushes in his hand, each brush was tied to his finger, and he wrote rows and rows of... crooked "hieroglyphics" on pieces of rice paper.
In just a short time, Zhao Qingzhan's face was covered with ink.
"Sister Cuiluan, you see I've copied this twice, please beg the emperor's grandmother and let me go, can you?"
Zhao Qingzhan smacked his lips and looked at Cui Luan, who was sitting not far away and nibbling a white pear, with a flattering look on his face.
"Ah? Emperor's eldest grandson, what are you talking about? I can't hear you."
Cui Luan raised her ears in an extremely grandiose manner: "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, eldest grandson of the emperor, my ears are deaf. I can't hear anything."
"Oh, Sister Cuiluan, my good sister, please let me go. Please be kind and spare me. There are 300,000 words here. I can't even finish copying with all my ten fingers."
Zhao Qingzhan looked at Cuiluan with a painful look on his face, his face stuck directly on the desk: "Besides, Grandpa Huang might want to beat me up later, so just because I'm so pitiful, please spare me. Bar."
"Your Majesty, the emperor's eldest grandson is inside."
At this moment, the little eunuch's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Um?"
Zhao Qingzhan was stunned.
Cui Luan quickly stood up.
Bang!
The door was kicked open from the outside.
Zhao Chongyuan strode in carrying the pumpkin.
"Zhao Qingzhan, get here!"
