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"This is too ridiculous!" The angry man was a senior minister and valued etiquette greatly. He spoke out in indignation, "Your Majesty, the Empress has an impolite appearance. You should discipline her properly so that she can shake the rules."

"This lowly general actually feels that the Empress's true nature is not as it seems." Zhao Qiyan stroked his beard as he personally went to the Southern Yue to escort the bride. Although they hadn't seen the empress's appearance as the number one beauty in the world, the ladies of the southern Yue were all quite spicy. Each of them was as passionate as a flame, giving them a different kind of amorous feeling.

"Humph, boorish taste!" Minister Wen raised his eyebrows and criticized Zhao Qiyan mercilessly.

The latter immediately gave up and started arguing with the Minister of Arts.

Qin Shuo had a big headache from the two of them quarreling. Since he was young, he had always been full of this sort of flattery, so he wasn't tired of it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Yin Fufeng enjoying the show. He then slowly said, "Prime Minister Yin, what ideas do you have?"

Having been called out, Yin Fufeng rubbed his nose and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, perhaps the empress was restrained too tightly by the rules of the palace, which led to her overreacting. After all, the Eastern Courtyard was different from the valiant people of the Southern Yue. Men, women, old and young rode on arrows, and the Empress was the apple of the eye of the king of the Southern Yue. Furthermore, our country is in an even more strict mood, so His Majesty should give the Empress some time to calm down. "

Little fox!

Hearing this, Qin Shuo frowned, speechless as he looked at the smiling Prime Minister.

This was equivalent to not saying anything at all.

Did he want the reason for the change? What he wanted was a way to deal with it! This brat knew he had a plan and was afraid the empress would know and hold a grudge, so he played with the ball and kicked the problem back.

Feeling displeased, Qin Shuo was about to grab Yin Fufeng and tell him the reason when he saw his close servant walk in from outside with a strange face and a stack of papers in his hand.

"What is this?" The nearest official offered it with both hands, and Qin Shuo took it with a look of suspicion.

"Your Majesty, this is what the empress wants."

The words' Empress' attracted everyone's attention.

Zhao Qiyan stretched his neck and looked curiously at the stack of papers in Qin Shuo's hand. Seeing that the king's expression was growing more and more unsightly, he could not help but ask, "Your Majesty, just what does the Empress want?"

With a gloomy face, Qin Shuo threw the paper in his hand at the minister's face. The paper scattered in all directions, scaring the eunuch to the point of kneeling down: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger."

The king of the Eastern Courtyard left like the wind, leaving behind a few officials confused.

The few of them surrounded him and picked up the paper to examine it.

Minister Wen said angrily: "The upbringing of the Southmoon Kingdom is just too bad. Not only are they rude and domineering, they even want some useless things that waste the treasury. They don't have the demeanor of a motherly mother."

Yin Fufeng glanced at him and turned around. He saw Zhao Qiyan, whose hair was standing on end, staring at those pages with a serious expression on his face. His heart moved as he smiled: "General Zhao, do you know the use of these things when you are so engrossed in them?"

Zhao Qiyan stroked his beard, his big eyes shining brightly. "Prime Minister, our king is going to be very worried in the future!" Since Zhao Qiyan was a military man, how could he not recognize the uses of these things when he was a scholar?

"What do you mean?" Yin Fufeng hurriedly asked when he heard the meaning behind Zhao Qiyan's words.

"This big sandbag should be for training, but why is it hanging on the tree? Pile, I also recognize, this can be used for leg training. Tsk tsk … What kind of thing was this Bamboo Stick Fruit? The food? " Zhao Qiyan muttered to himself, rubbing his chin, "If an ordinary person continues to practice, they'll be able to kill an ox with a single punch."

Yin Fufeng and Wen Shangshu looked at each other in surprise, thinking to themselves, "Didn't they say that the Empress is the most beautiful woman in the Southern Yue?" In his impression, all beauties chirped like a bird and walked in the wind. Was it because the Southern State Wind was different from the East Court, that the stronger the woman, the more beautiful she was?