A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

In the draft and anti-draft battles, Yun Wangyue has accumulated a wealth of fighting experience, and Shu Ange successfully inherited her experience after entering the task. She wanted to change her tactics and change her excuses to block the mouths of the courtiers.

However, this time, the ministers tried their best to fill up her harem. In the hall, there were even ministers in tears, constantly mentioning the emperor's plea, as if the queen didn't get married, the royal family would wither in a blink of an eye, and the world would be in chaos immediately.

In the Golden Palace, Shu Ange sat on the dragon chair, looking blankly at the civil and military officials who rarely abandoned their previous suspicions, and persuaded her to draft the draft together with tears in their eyes.

After everyone sang, I came on stage. It lasted for several days. On the seventh day, Shu Ange finally let go.

"The matter of the draft is under the leadership of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Rites will assist."

Shu Ange made a final decision, and there was silence in the hall. No one would have imagined that after persevering for so long, His Majesty would let go like this.

After a moment of coldness, a new round of quarrel broke out in the hall.

The clan headed by King Qing strongly demanded that Zongzheng Temple preside over the draft, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs was naturally unwilling to give in. The Ministry of Rites also believed that the draft should be led by the Ministry of Rites according to the rules of the ancestors.

Shu Ange didn't talk nonsense. When all the officials were fighting for each other, he fluttered out a sentence: "It seems that you have a lot of opinions on the draft, so let's put it on hold for the time being."

As soon as they heard the shelving, the ministers who had been fighting like black chickens before, immediately bowed their heads, and shouted to His Majesty Shengming, and had no objection to the draft.

After going down to court, Shu Ange was exhausted both physically and mentally, and met Tsing Yiwei in the imperial study. There were also several memorials on the imperial case, almost all of which were related to Xuanjing.

Several officials who had little interaction with each other at the same time suggested that the reason why His Majesty did not draft the wedding was because of the bewitched by the holy monk Xuanjing.

In their memorials, they touted Shu Ange as a peerless monarch, and on the grounds of the well-being of the people in the world and the eternal youth of Qingluo, they implored His Majesty to be virtuous and virtuous.

The last thing Shu Ange wanted to see was that Xuanjing was involved. After she sent Tsing Yiwei to investigate, she found that there were indeed the writings of King Rong and King Yingyang behind them.

"Pay close attention to the words and deeds of a few people. At the same time, if there are rumors that are unfavorable to Xuanjing, it must be stopped in time, and at the same time, it must be reported to me as soon as possible."

"Honestly obey orders."

After Tsing Yiwei went down, Shu Ange sighed and threw a few memorials into the brazier, letting them turn to ashes in the brazier.

The beginning of the draft also means the beginning of trouble. Shu Ange intends to take an illusory shot. At that time, the Hundred Flowers Banquet will be held directly, so that young talents and girls of the right age in the DPRK will have a blind date meeting.

But King Rong and King Yingyang will definitely take the opportunity to step in in the draft, and it will be another tough battle.

Shu Ange looked at the hill-like memorial, and felt dizzy, so she simply ignored it and placed it in the Huangjue Temple.

The scenery in the temple was infinite, and Shu Ange walked sullenly, and unknowingly arrived at Xuanjing's residence.

At the beginning of summer, the clear water is rippling like jade, and the lotus leaves are thick and graceful. Standing at the wooden bridge, she was in a dilemma when she looked at the beautiful scenery.

The trestle bridge was only seven or eight feet tall, but the people on the other side of the bridge seemed to be far away from her.

The lotus wind sends the fragrance, the bamboo dew drips clear, and the time is leisurely as the day grows. Xuan Window was half open, Xuan Jing was chanting scriptures, and his mind suddenly moved.

He put down the scriptures in his hand, got up and tried to close the window, but saw Shu Ange standing dazed.

(Okay, yep, it's more tired than Lanqiao, the Lun family is the most tired~ Everyone is going to school and work today, and I feel that the front door is deserted and the traffic is scarce...)