Lu Chen had lived a very leisurely life these past two days. As he had to take close care of the little prince, he also lived in Xiaoxiang Garden and had three meals a day at the Shangshen Bureau.
All kinds of delicacies from land and sea, all kinds of birds and beasts, as long as Lu Chen can think of it, the Shangshen Bureau can arrange it.
To be frank, he eats even better than the emperor.
After all, the emperor had a fixed amount of food to eat every day, and if he liked something too much, the Shangshen Bureau would stop making it to prevent it from being poisoned by someone with ulterior motives.
As the little prince's health improved, Lu Chen could clearly feel that the people around him became more respectful towards him.
Today is the grand court meeting, and someone came early yesterday to inform him that he would also have to attend the court.
He was originally standing in the corner, thinking about the steps of brewing soy sauce.
Yes, there is no such thing as soy sauce in this dimension, so even the food prepared by the Shangshan Bureau is a bit bland.
Once you have soy sauce, the taste of stir-fried dishes will be better because the glutamate in soy sauce can react with salt to form monosodium glutamate, commonly known as MSG.
So if people who travel through time want to eat something delicious, they don’t necessarily have to use MSG. Just add a little soy sauce and the taste of the stir-fried dishes will not be too bad.
But just when he was thinking about how to contribute to Da Qi's food business, he was shocked to hear the bad news.
"Why are you still thinking about cooking me? I don't want to promote the development of Da Qi cuisine in this way!"
As he spoke, Lu Chen looked in the direction of Wei Yong, and saw Wei Yong staring at him with murderous eyes.
"I just don't understand. I'm not Tang Monk meat, why are you staring at me?"
"What a big deal! It's been how many years since we've seen these censors collectively impeach one person? If I remember correctly, the last person they impeached was Prime Minister Sun, right?" Liang Licang said to the people around him with a sigh.
Lu Zhengping, the Minister of Works beside him, nodded and said, "Yes, three or five years have already passed in a flash. Time really flies. Do you think these censors can succeed this time? Will His Majesty listen to them?"
"Your Majesty is simply soft-hearted, not incapable of distinguishing right from wrong. Immortal Master Lu has been begged for mercy, and the little prince's illness has been cured. To talk of killing him now? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! I feel disgusted for these imperial censors!"
Everyone's eyes fell on Li Zhuo, and they also wanted to see how the emperor would handle this matter.
After all, Wei Yong's words just now were not only criticizing Lu Chen, but also scolding Li Zhuo.
The Emperor of Da Qi is famous for his good temper, but you can't try to improve your reputation in front of all the civil and military officials.
As expected, a trace of anger flashed across Li Zhuo's face. He snorted coldly, "What Wei Qing said is illogical. Master Lu not only prayed for rain, but also cured the little prince's illness. These are all genuine achievements. How can Wei Qing make it sound like witchcraft?"
"You say I don't care about the people. If the rain comes, won't it be the people who benefit?"
Wei Yong was naturally quite capable to be the leader of the trolls. He had already thought of various rhetoric before coming, so in response to Li Zhuo's rebuttal, he spoke calmly, "The so-called prayer for rain is nonsense. It was just a coincidence that this evil Taoist happened to run into it. As for the claim of curing the little prince's illness, I have previously consulted some imperial physicians, and they have already prescribed medicine for the little prince. Who exactly deserves the credit is still up for discussion."
"Your Majesty, as the Emperor of Great Qi, should focus all his attention on governing the country and herding its people. I heard that Your Majesty even gave this evil Taoist a large amount of medicinal herbs, hoping that he would refine an elixir? This kind of waste of resources and manpower is detrimental to the entire country. Don't you see that the lessons of the previous emperors are still fresh in our minds? Is Your Majesty also going to leave a stain in the history books?"
Lu Chen looked at Wei Yong who was talking freely, and then looked at Li Zhuo who was sitting on the dragon throne with his face red and purple with anger. He thought that it was all over, the emperor was no match for this big talker at all.
This Wei Yong did have some tricks up his sleeve. With just a few simple words, he wiped out all his achievements.
"The emperor is unreliable. I have to figure out a solution myself now." Lu Chen thought secretly in his heart.
Li Zhuo was probably intimidated by Wei Yong's scolding, and he knew he couldn't win the fight, so he simply called out, "Master Lu, what are your thoughts on Wei Qing's remarks?"
Huh? Are you selling me out?
Do I have to bear it all by myself in the end?
After adjusting his mood, Lu Chen walked out.
This was a matter of life and death, and everyone thought that after Lu Chen came out, he would argue with Wei Yong until they were red in the face, but the reality was just the opposite.
After Lu Chen came out, he simply glanced at Wei Yong and said calmly, "Is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent?"
hiss!
There was a sudden sound of people gasping for breath in the hall.
Lu Chen's words seemed light and casual, but they were actually heartbreaking.
Just now, the two sides were clearly arguing about whether Lu Chen really knew the magic, but after this sentence was said, the whole point of the conflict shifted to whether Wei Yong was jealous of someone else's talent.
This is a direct questioning of Wei Yong's character. This is to overthrow Wei Yong from the moral high ground!
Lu Chen looked at Wei Yong with a sneer on his face. "Isn't it just using magic to defeat magic? I'm very familiar with this. Come on, let's hurt each other!"
Wei Yong, who was in his fifties, was pointed at on the nose and scolded for his bad character by a young man in his twenties. How could he have suffered such an injustice?
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