Chapter 49 Can't I marry Minghe?
The identities and backgrounds of these selected talents had already been investigated by Manchuan, and it was precisely because of their good conduct that they were recommended to Junlin.
The dozen or so people who came were all deeply loved by Jun Lin. After arranging them, the group of people left with smiles on their faces as if they could finally display their talents. Now, Jun Lin and three other people were the only ones left in the hall.
As soon as the man left, she became more casual and lazy again. She slowly filled her cup of tea, the smile on her lips never stopping.
Manchuan was happy: "What do you think? My vision is still good, right?"
Jun Lin said in a serious tone: "That's right, don't you see who is in charge of this? This is the Right Prime Minister of our Dajing!"
She applauded and praised generously, making everyone in the crowd blush and angry.
Sincerity is always the most terrible killer move.
The late emperor had arranged for Jun Lin to be taught by his side since she was young, and he had watched her grow up.
Manchuan felt more emotional at this moment.
His own student, the emperor of Dajing, has grown up to be so powerful.
He is getting old, and it will be time for him to retire and return home in his fifties. Before that, he can't help but work harder and contribute more of his own strength to Jingguo.
The old right prime minister sighed suddenly, and the smile on his face disappeared, as if he was thinking about something.
Ming He asked worriedly, "Is Mr. Man feeling unwell?"
Manchuan sighed: "That's not it, I just suddenly thought of something that bothered me."
"What is it?"
"Your Majesty is already twenty years old, right? There is no female relative in the harem, and even no offspring. What will Dajing's future be like..."
Minghe: “…”
"puff--"
Jun Linyi sprayed out his tea, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve in panic, and said quickly: "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it."
After saying this, he said helplessly: "I say, Mr. Man, why are you in such a hurry? The two in the harem are enough to give me a headache, so don't add more people to cause me more trouble."
The furious beard stood up straight, pointing at her and saying, "You are good in everything except your preference for Longyang. Can you change your mind and find a woman to bear a child to raise as the crown prince? The late emperor had you when he was sixteen, but you are twenty and still have no idea."
Jun Lin: “I…”
Manchuan drank the tea in one gulp in an attempt to build up his courage. He was determined to change her sexual orientation today, even at the cost of his life. Otherwise, what would happen to the future of Jing Country?
"What do you mean by 'you'? What will you do if there is no successor? Are you expecting those two to give birth to your child? Are you expecting it to pop out of their belly?"
Jun Lin: “…”
Is Man Lao's firepower so strong?
Minghe: “…”
I’m sorry, Master. I don’t dare to speak for you in this situation.
She said weakly: "I just like men."
Manchuan laughed in anger: "You like men, right? Marry, marry, marry them all for me. Marry all the officials in the court, and then you will see who in the world will not laugh at you!"
Her eyes lit up: "This is not a good idea. We need to ask Minghe if he is willing to move to the harem."
Although he knew she was joking, Minghe's fingertips hidden in his sleeves still couldn't help trembling slightly, and his long and thin eyelashes were half closed, trying to suppress the inexplicable irritation that was rising up in him.
Move to the harem.
It means she wants him.
As soon as he thought about it, his whole mind became confused again. He frowned and tried to suppress this strange emotion.
Maybe I've been too busy lately and have really lost my mind.
Manchuan was furious: "You are so good, you dare to set your sights on Minghe. You are really, really unrepentant!"
To this veteran who had served three dynasties and was also her beloved teacher, she grumbled aggrievedly: "It was you who proposed it, and I can't marry you because you are too old and your wife doesn't want to marry you. Teacher, please don't be jealous..."
Manchuan: “???”
Jealous? You think I'm jealous?
Manchuan was almost so angry at her that he put fireworks on the table as an offering.
Why is it so out of tune here?
If the late emperor were still alive, he would probably open the coffin and jump up to hit her.
But it really won’t.
The late emperor who had never appeared in the game and was offline at the beginning: My precious daughter should marry a man, okay!
I will be angry with anyone who dares to bend her!
I'll take you into the coffin and let you lie down.
Manchuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He stared blankly and poured himself another cup of tea, drinking it down in vain to give himself courage.
Ming He burst out laughing and hurried out to act as a peacemaker: "Alright, alright, Patriarch, just give in. What Elder Man said is right."
He paused, his smile stopped for a moment, and soon returned to his warmth: "We must always consider the future. Once the country is settled, I will take a concubine."
Just take a concubine.
Jun Lin curled his lips, snorted and turned his head away. What if he really married a woman and brought her home? They still couldn't have children.
Manchuan showed the aura of a student, frowning and sneer: "What are you humming about?"
She felt aggrieved, but she couldn't say it.
The late emperor, her father, was a lovesick man. He only married her mother in his life and had only one child. Junlin had no brothers or sisters, so she could only be trained as the next monarch by disguising herself as a man since she was born.
At that time, the matter of the late emperor caused a lot of uproar. Some people praised him for his infatuation, while others accused him of not considering the future of Jing State. What if the successor is incompetent?
They both died of illness early, and the late emperor also passed away as he could not bear the pain of missing her. If you want to know why there is so much love in the world, there are still people who mention the late emperor's name.
He was not a good emperor, nor a good father, but he was definitely a good husband.
Whenever Junlin thought of his father and mother, he would always sigh at the cruel fate.
The infatuated lover was born into an imperial family, and the queen mother, who should have been happy, was beautiful but had a tragic life.
She sighed deeply: "Okay, let's discuss this matter later. I have listened to what you said, Master Man. Now let's talk about punishing the guilty minister."
In fact, Manchuan didn't know Junlin's true gender, and the quarrel just now was also a piece of advice. At her age, it was too disadvantageous for her to have no concubine and no children.
Manchuan also imitated her arrogant snort, and then said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, what do you plan to do?"
Jun Lin: “…”
Now you know to call me Your Majesty, right?
Minghe kept a smile on his face the whole time. This was always the case when the three of them were together before. Even though they were noisy, it made him feel peaceful and fulfilled.
Minghe suggested: "Why not pick the opportunity when we go to court tomorrow?"
Jun Lin just shook his head.
She thought again of the evidence of the crime she had seen, and a chill crept up on her again, sinister and terrifying.
"Tomorrow, I will go outside the palace, to where the people are gathered. I will drag them in front of everyone, expose all the haze to the sun, and let the victims' families execute them with their own hands."
She glared at him, stood with her hands behind her back, her fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.
Minghe and Manchuan were both stunned. They didn't expect her to handle it this way.
This not only comforts the victims' families, but also tells the people that the king of Dajing has truly returned and will once again protect them from suffering.
At the same time, it also allows the spies lurking in Jing State to see what kind of person Emperor Jing is and whether he is easy to mess with.