Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

51-2

Yunkang was getting tired of listening to this. His eyes from under the imperial crown slowly scanned the faces of the people and he said, "The noise is giving me a headache. The officials who violated the rules will be executed if found. No need to say more."

The sound carried the chilly hissing sound of a python, and the chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

The man's ears were finally a little quieter. He tapped lightly on the imperial desk, signaling each department to report.

A military general rushed to report the urgent situation at the border.

It was still those old assassins. Daxin was located in the Central Plains. To the north of its territory was the Zhuo Jue, a nomadic people with countless brave cavalrymen who were good at fighting and skilled in martial arts. They had long set their eyes on the fertile land of Daxin and had been making small moves all year round.

"Zhuo Jue has repeatedly violated the treaty signed with Daxin, captured vagrants near the border, burned, killed, and looted, and refused to listen to advice. Everyone knows Sima Zhao's intentions. We should give them some warnings. Otherwise, when Zhuo Jue becomes powerful, it will be a misfortune for Daxin."

"For the sake of my people and Daxin, I beg Your Majesty to send troops to occupy Zhuo Jue. I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Yunkang's eyebrows were clouded with gloom, and he said calmly: "Well, I know."

The general was stunned: "Your Majesty, the matter of sending troops..."

Yunkang said with ease: "We'll discuss it later."

No matter how much you say, it's just that you know and hear it, and we'll discuss it later.

The general wanted to fight again, but when he saw his companion winking at him, he gritted his teeth and struggled for a moment, then gave up.

He already knew Yunkang's true nature.

Why should they still place their hopes on him?

It is really stupid and hopeless.

There was only a cup of tea left before the morning court was over. The ministers started talking about trivial matters. Yunkang reached out to loosen his tight collar, and when he raised his eyelids again, he was suddenly stunned.

A head popped out from outside the door at some point, clinging to the door frame, with five slender white fingers trembling a little, and that little face full of an indescribable blush, and the bright red lips slightly parted, as if inviting people to suck and love it.

...Xue Yu?

He don't know what happened to the half of his body that was leaning out. It was obvious that no one was mean to him, but his skin was turning pink.

It doesn't seem to be because of the cold.

Yunkang frowned and was about to stand up when he remembered that it was still morning court.

Xue Yu seemed to know that he was busy and did not dare to say anything. He endured the discomfort and waited slowly, but he would occasionally poke his head out to see if he had finished speaking.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty, are you listening?"

Yunkang came back to his senses, glanced at the people in the hall, and asked them to continue.

When the discussion sounded again, he looked towards the door again, and the head happened to stick out. This time it was even more pitiful with redness and misty eyes. He could hardly stand and had to lean his whole body weight against the door.