Murong Yue's displeased gaze was quickly noticed by the ministers.
Your Majesty... what's wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
Did you eat too much?
Murong Yueteng stood up from the dragon throne, and everyone trembled.
"I ate it all!"
Don't waste it!
ah?
When His Majesty gets serious, he can be quite intimidating, as if he would devour them if they dared to oppose him.
Huh? Why would I have such a strange thought as eating them?
Murong Yue first looked at Xu Qing, the Minister of Justice.
Xu Qing immediately picked up her chopsticks and continued eating.
Then came Li Daoyun, Minister of Works, and Murong Anle, Minister of Rites.
The other ministers also picked up their chopsticks and continued eating.
Before attending court, they would eat something, and sometimes, fearing that the court session would last too long, they would even secretly slip a few snacks into their sleeves.
They really couldn't eat a whole table of food like this right now.
They turned their attention to the Imperial Preceptor, who was also eating at a leisurely pace.
well.
Murong Yue walked slowly down the steps with her hands behind her back. The way she walked, no one could tell that she was a zombie.
Don't be afraid.
He went to each minister in turn to check if they had finished eating.
Murong Anle couldn't eat anymore; there were two spring rolls and a chicken leg left on her plate.
He looked left and right, and with lightning speed, taking advantage of the opportunity when Li Daoyun, the Minister of Works, was secretly reading a memorial, he put the chicken leg on Li Daoyun's plate.
Just as I was about to do the same and give the spring rolls to others, I felt the light in front of me dim.
Looking up, he saw His Majesty standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty...I, your subject..."
He stammered and couldn't find a suitable reason.
"eat!"
Murong Yue's words were an imperial decree. Murong Anle's father was the Emperor Emeritus's uncle.
In this complex royal family relationship, strictly speaking, His Majesty should call him uncle.
But how could he dare?
Now that His Majesty was watching him, he dared not resist. He struggled to pick up his chopsticks, grabbed a spring roll, and put it in his mouth.
After eating one spring roll, I was already feeling full; if I ate another, I'd probably throw up on the spot.
But His Majesty is still watching.
He could only force the spring roll into his mouth.
"good."
He's a good person who knows how to manage his life.
Murong Yue nodded.
Murong Anle was pleased to receive the praise and felt that he had made the most of the day.
Li Daoyun, the Minister of Works standing next to him, was quite at ease. He was tall and had a large appetite, so eating all of this was nothing to him.
He was waiting for His Majesty to praise him too, but then he noticed that there was a braised chicken leg on his plate.
The chicken leg had a shiny, glistening sheen.
? ? ? ?
He looked up and saw His Majesty tilting his head and looking at him.
Li Daoyun quickly picked up the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.
Hmm—
Murong Yue was very satisfied.
Seeing this, the other ministers dared not slack off and forced themselves to finish all the food on the table.
This has never happened before.
Even during the years when the Qing Kingdom was weak and its national strength was frail, the court was short of money, and the variety of dishes at the palace banquets was limited, there was never a time when the food was all eaten up.
Even in ordinary households, if a wealthy family has leftover food, it makes them seem even richer.
Unlike now, the food was completely gone, and this is the first time in history that we've done this.
Murong Yue stood in the main hall, nodded, and returned to the dragon throne.
Only then did the ministers realize that all the plates on the table in front of His Majesty were empty.
!!! !!! !
Looking at His Majesty again, his eyes were filled with curiosity mixed with fear, and fear mixed with admiration.
The palace servants lined up and entered, then carried out in pairs, lifting the table and the tableware on it.
They were all stunned to see that all the disks were empty.
Without daring to linger, they quickly carried the table and ran away.
When the head of the imperial kitchen, Steward Zhu, saw the empty plates, he stood there stunned for a long time.
"It seems that His Majesty and the officials are quite satisfied with today's meal, but the portion was too small, wasn't it?"
"Yes, yes, look, they're all CDs."
The young eunuch standing nearby immediately agreed.
Steward Zhu stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully, "Hmm, it seems we should increase the portion size for the next court banquet."
"Your Excellency is wise."
...
Murong Yue felt like she was a human being, because she was a little sleepy after eating.
She simply leaned against the unbroken armrest on the other side of the dragon throne and drifted off to sleep.
Holding the memorial, Li Daoyun spoke with great passion, "Your Majesty, the construction of the underground palace is a testament to the nation's strength."
"It would be a blessing for future generations, so please grant Your Majesty's permission."
Murong Yue couldn't understand a single word, so she didn't bother asking Ah Hao and directly asked Li Daoyun.
"An underground palace? What for?"
"His resting place after His Majesty's passing."
Murong Yue frowned. "What is 'Return to Heaven'?"
Li Daoyun was in a dilemma. Why did His Majesty ask such a blunt question?
But he's going to go all out today.
Every emperor begins constructing his mausoleum upon ascending the throne, in case, just in case, that is, in case, the emperor encounters some misfortune and dies.
At least there's a place to bury them.
If this really happens, and His Majesty has nowhere to be buried, then the first person to be buried with him will be the Minister of Works.
Moreover, it will be recorded in history books, allowing future generations to condemn it.
Your Majesty has been on the throne for five years; it's time to build the imperial mausoleum.
This matter absolutely cannot be delayed any longer!
Li Daoyun took a deep breath and answered Murong Yue's question, "Gui Tian means death."
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