Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 138 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (45)

Murong Yuan still held his wrist tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Tangcuo watched himself getting closer and closer to the dragon throne, feeling anxious. "Ayuan, where are you taking me? I can just stand below..."

Before he could finish his words, Murong Yuan pulled him hard. Tang Cuo was caught off guard and staggered a few steps and fell into his arms.

Tang Cuo hurriedly stood up, but saw Murong Yuan smiling happily. He raised his hand, put his arm around his shoulders, and sat on the dragon throne with him.

Tang Cuo felt that more and more eyes were focused on him, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He moved closer to Murong Yuan and whispered angrily, "Ah Yuan, how could you bring me to the dragon throne? Let go and take me down."

"Don't worry, Your Highness..." Murong Yuan held his hand and patted it twice to comfort him.

In the hall, civil officials and military officers looked at each other in bewilderment, obviously not knowing what their Majesty intended to do.

"A Yuan, as a king of a country, if you are so casual, how will the ministers see you? Be careful that you are known as a tyrant." Tang Cuo's eyes twitched.

"No problem. If anyone is not satisfied, just kill them." Murong Yuan glanced at everyone in the hall and said solemnly, "My dear ministers, the one next to me is the crown prince of the Puyang Dynasty, and also my only guest of honor. Seeing him is like seeing me. From now on, he can enjoy the same treatment as me in the Libei Dynasty."

"This..." Upon hearing his words, a fifth-rank minister in red official robes stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this dragon throne is a symbol of the emperor. It is a bit against the rules to sit on it with others..."

"Yes, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a rule for two men to sit on the dragon throne together."

"Not in accordance with the rules? Then change the rules." Murong Yuan said indifferently, "I am just informing you, not asking for your opinions. If you think what I did is wrong, you can take off your hats and go home."

After hearing his words, the arguing voices in front of the hall suddenly quieted down.

Tang Cuo looked at them, all of whom were afraid to speak, and inexplicably felt a little pity for them. He raised his hand and pulled Murong Yuan's sleeve, signaling him to speak more gently.

"Since no one disagrees with me, then let's go to court." Murong Yuan turned his head, looked at Tang Cuo with a smile, and explained in a low voice, "Your Highness, you said that when you come to my country, I must treat you as a guest of honor."

How can this be called a distinguished guest? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were giving me the entire country...

Tangcuo forced a smile at him.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report. Recently, there have been rumors that you have signed a ceasefire agreement with the Rong Dynasty? I wonder if it is true or not?"

"What the Prime Minister said is right. This is indeed the case. Years of war have displaced many civilians and even drastically reduced our country's revenue and expenditure. So we must think carefully about whether or not to start this war." Murong Yuan tapped the armrests of the dragon throne with his fingers, looking cheerful and talkative.

"Your Majesty, what you said makes sense. However, I have also heard that the Rong Dynasty wants Your Majesty to personally go to their capital to sign a ceasefire agreement. I wonder if Your Majesty, this matter..."

"Well, that is true, and I have already decided to go to the Rong Dynasty."

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely unacceptable. He is too dangerous in a foreign country. Your Majesty's holy body must not suffer any damage... Please think twice..."

"Your Majesty, please think twice!" When the ministers on both sides heard his words, they knelt down and bowed their heads.

"Okay, I have made up my mind. My dear ministers, there is no need to persuade me anymore. I know what to do." Murong Yuan raised his hand casually.

“But…” The minister raised his eyes slightly and looked at his expression.

"What? My dear ministers don't believe me? Do you think I will die in their country?" Murong Yuan raised his eyes and looked at everyone.

A strong sense of oppression suddenly rose around him, which was the majesty of his being an emperor.

"I dare not wait."

"Are you afraid? Or are you powerless?" Murong Yuan sneered, "If I really die in a foreign country, will you be happy or unhappy?"

Tang Cuo was somewhat confused about the meaning of his words, and silently turned his head to look at him.

"Recently, Changzhou was hit by a sudden flood. The disaster relief funds I allocated from the national treasury have not reached the victims for several months. I wonder if any minister can help me resolve this doubt?" Murong Yuan moved his position calmly, and his body moved closer to Tang Cuo.

Hearing his words, Tangcuo could clearly feel that several people seemed to be desperately trying to avoid the gazes of His Highness.

Seeing that the Grand Prince was silent, Murong Yuan's smile became more and more clear, "Why? No one is willing to help me solve my doubts, so I will come and solve the doubts for you, my dear ministers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure slowly walked in from outside the palace. Yue Xu picked up the collar of the person beside him with one hand and threw it aside casually. Then he stood directly in front of Murong Yuan and bowed, "Your Majesty, I have brought the person to you."

Seeing the panicked look on the ground, Murong Yuan found it more and more interesting. "Everyone, this is the corrupt person I sent people to catch in Changzhou. Does anyone recognize him?"

When the man heard his words, he stood up and grabbed the edge of the official robe of the minister beside him, shouting weakly, "Sir, sir, help me, this matter is not yours..."

"Nonsense, corruption is a capital crime. Why do you want to drag me down with you before you die?" A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the minister beside him, and then he immediately interrupted him.

Looking at the threatening look in his eyes, the man swallowed the words in his mouth and then knelt down dejectedly.

"Since no one recognized him? That must be his own idea." Murong Yuan placed his slender fingers on Tang Cuo's brow, blocking his gaze, and said in a cold tone, "Yue Xu, clean it up."

As soon as the words fell, the man who was kneeling on the throne had his neck wiped in an instant.

The blood from the neck flowed onto the ground and stained the robe of a minister standing next to him, frightening him so much that his cheeks turned pale in an instant.

Yue Xu raised his hand, and the servants outside the hall quickly understood and stepped forward to clean up the corpses in the hall.

Seeing the ground become spotless, Murong Yuan put down the hand that was covering Tang Cuo, and then held his wrist, "I have always been casual, and I know that I am not a wise ruler. You all know this, so don't play tricks under my nose, because I won't give you a chance to repent.

I have always believed that the Minister of Revenue is fair and honest, so as for the follow-up disaster relief, I will leave it to you."

Murong Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the pale-faced man, speaking in a casual tone.

"Yes... yes, I promise... I will live up to your Majesty's trust..."

"In that case, let's adjourn the court. I will not be in the palace for a few days. All morning court and state affairs can be handed over to His Highness Tangcuo to handle. His words can represent my decision. If anyone disrespects or fails to act, he will be killed directly to prevent future troubles..."