Chapter 61： Uncle, want to hug (15)

Feng Jue and the little emperor got into the carriage together.

The little emperor's round and beautiful eyes rolled around, looking at the environment in the carriage with some curiosity.

The carriage has a lot of space, but everything is simple, gray and white.

Fortunately, a layer of fluffy cushions was spread on the soft couch.

Looks like new.

Looking back, the little emperor's white and tender little hands lifted the large dragon robe and slowly sat down.

Feng Jue's eyes were cold, she glanced at the other party lightly, and then sat down slowly.

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.

Feng Jue closed her eyes, as if she was closing her eyes to rest.

The little emperor stared at him for a long time, feeling a little sleepy, and tears welled up in his beautiful eyes.

Feng Qian looked at each other, then found a comfortable position to lie down on the soft couch, and fell asleep after a while.

Feng Jue saw that the little emperor didn't move for a long time, so he opened his eyes.

However, he saw the little emperor sleeping soundly on the soft couch.

The other party was not sleeping very comfortably. In order not to press Mian Hao on the top of his head, the little emperor lay on the soft couch with his face sideways, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes.

I don't know why, I can't see the other party being a little wronged.

He was probably a little... stunned.

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Because he slept in the carriage for a while, now Feng Qian was sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the minister who was drowsy below, still a little confused.

The little emperor blinked slightly blankly.

The minister below bowed slightly, respectfully waiting for the Nine-Five Lord above to speak.

Situ Yan glanced at the slightly confused little emperor, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

The little emperor is really cute.

Very satisfying.

Feng Qian pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "If there is something to play, I will retreat."

The little emperor's voice was soft and waxy, without the majesty of the emperor.

Many ministers in the court are actually very dissatisfied with the current little emperor, but after all, the little emperor was supported by the Prime Minister alone.

As for the little emperor's remarks, the left ear can go in and the right ear can go out. The real decision-making power is still in the hands of the Prime Minister.

Gu Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, took a step forward respectfully when he saw that there was no one to play.

"Your Majesty, the recent famine in Luoyun City is a natural disaster. The people of the whole city have been displaced and miserable. Wei Chen dared to ask Your Majesty to allocate funds for disaster relief and appease the people of Luoyun City, so as to show the benevolence of the emperor of Fengqi Kingdom."

Feng Qian blinked, and his eyes fell on the other side.

The little emperor searched the memory of the original owner.

Gu Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, is the newly promoted champion.

In my impression, this person is upright and honest, caring about the country and the people, putting the people first in everything, and is a rare and honest official.

The other party is about twenty years old, with delicate features, young and promising.

Probably because he was young and energetic, although he had a righteousness, he did not understand the deep waters of the court.

In another parallel time and space, Gu Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, offended the Prime Minister because of his words, and was pushed out by the Prime Minister's henchmen, and died unexpectedly.

The wind pondered for a while.

Since you want to prevent the prime minister from conspiring to usurp the throne, you have to be a wise ruler.

Well, you should also find some help.

The little emperor said: "Since it is a natural disaster, the court will naturally not sit idly by."

The little emperor's eyes fell on the Minister of the Ministry of Commerce.

"The Minister of the Household."

When asked, the Minister of the Household raised his foot and took a step forward: "Wei Chen is here."

The little emperor tilted his head, "According to the usual practice, the disaster relief funds are allocated to the people of Luoyun City."

The Minister of the Chamber of Commerce raised his eyes in surprise and hesitated: "This..."

He raised his eyes and asked the Prime Minister for help.

Situ Yan was slightly startled, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the little emperor on the dragon chair.

Usually in such a situation, the little emperor always asks him to make a decision.

And now, the little emperor doesn't even ask his opinion at all...