Boss, She is Unparalleled

Chapter 124: Dark Head Glory (12)

Chapter 124 Dark Head Glory (12)

The Minister of Rites stepped forward first, crossed his hands and bowed, and raised his voice, "I think it's the most appropriate thing for the lord to do this."

There is only one prince of the Qi Dynasty.

is the **** and violent Prince Regent.

In an instant, the entire courtroom fell silent.

Only the clear sound of Rong Fenglin tapping the armrest of the Jiaolong chair.

The air seemed to freeze.

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

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

"Is that so..."

"Then why don't the king go?"

The little emperor who was closest to Rong Fenglin shook his body and almost couldn't hold back his legs and escaped from here.

The drooping eyes of the old **** flashed hatred for iron to become steel.

Although the queen mother had the intention to cultivate, but this little emperor was too courageous, and every time he was scared by the regent.

After receiving Zhong Bainian's reminder, the Minister of the Ministry of Housing stood up again.

"My lord, because King Rong liked to visit in his early years, he only knew a little about these famines, and I believe that the lord must also know something, so I implore the lord to personally handle the famine in Min County."

Hearing that King Rong was mentioned by the Minister of the Ministry of Housing, Rong Fenglin's eyes quickly flashed a cold light.

The fingers that were casually placed on the armrest of the Jiaolong chair were slightly curled.

Because of wearing masks, the ministers could not see Rong Fenglin's expression clearly.

And Rong Fenglin has always been accustomed to his anger and anger.

After a long while, Rong Fenglin let out a low laugh, causing the ministers below to break out in a cold sweat.

Hearing this low laugh, Zhong Bainian was overjoyed.

Then I heard the humane voice above, "Your Majesty, then make an order."

When the little emperor saw Rong Fenglin talking to him, he nodded hastily, "Okay Uncle, I will prepare an imperial decree and send it to the uncle's mansion after the morning court."

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

"Anything else to say?"

Seeing this, the old **** flicked his whisk again, his voice shrill and harsh, "Retreat."

Rong Fenglin raised his chin slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his ears.

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 green teapot in one hand, and slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

The mask on his face has long since been put aside.

Deep and sharp facial features appeared.

The slightly raised corners of his eyes dissipated the sternness by three points, making it a little more sinister.

The tip of his slender fingers raised a teacup, and the bluish color made his skin even whiter.

Take a breath and blow away the tea leaves floating on the top layer.