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After the carriage had traveled for a while, the driver sitting in the front seat cautiously turned his head and asked his master, "Master, that Minister Ge seemed very dissatisfied with you just now. His face looked very unhappy..."

Although you don't need to look the other person in the eye to know that if you don't take direct retaliatory measures in this situation, you are already quite restrained.

But at this moment, Prime Minister Peng in the carriage seemed quite relaxed. He was lazily leaning against a soft cushion, eyes closed, and whispered, "That official surnamed Li is just an ant that jumps a few times in the autumn. There's no need to worry too much. Just wait and see. Things will naturally have a conclusion."

After hearing this, although many questions still lingered in his mind, years of experience had taught this loyal old servant that some topics were not suitable for further questioning, so he just nodded slightly to show his understanding and quickly shut up.

In the hall of Minister Ge's residence.

A group of dancers gracefully shuttled between the seats, dancing slowly to the melodious music of string instruments, as if the entire space was brought into a dreamlike world by them.

Until the end of the song and the dance.

The group of girls bowed and bowed in an orderly manner according to the rehearsed movements.

When the last dancer left the stage, Minister Ge, who had been observing the entire performance with aloof eyes, suddenly broke the silence and said, "That stubborn Peng Haiming is truly unyielding. We must come up with a good plan to teach him a lesson as soon as possible. Otherwise, he will become a huge stumbling block on our path forward!"

A plump, smiling official sitting to his right said nonchalantly, "Haha, brother, you're wrong. Perhaps it's because you were too aggressive in your conversation just now that you've aroused their high alertness. After all, Prime Minister Peng isn't someone who can be easily manipulated."

Judging from his expression, he should be opposed to the former proposal.

Immediately afterwards, an old bureaucrat with gray hair and a gloomy face sitting opposite Ge Shangshu immediately put forward a completely different point of view.

"Let's not discuss this further. We're already being very respectful by being willing to cooperate with someone of Peng Haiming's background. You know, if we talk about family background, they probably don't even have the qualifications to be on the same page with us!"

Even though the other party only held the position of Left Vice Minister, he did not feel embarrassed or guilty at all when expressing these words.

"But speaking of which, Lord Wei, now that General Lu's affairs have dragged everyone into this, unable to stay out of it, are you prepared for the worst?"

Just when everyone was still arguing about the previous topic, the fat official suddenly asked a question without any reason, which made the already depressing and dull atmosphere even more weird and unpredictable, without giving anyone any time to come back to their senses and think.

Upon hearing this, Minister Wei, who had been a little too proud of himself just now, was stunned for a moment and then suddenly exploded in anger as if he was suddenly irritated.

The wrinkled old face actually relaxed a little due to anger. He rolled his eyes at the fat man and said impatiently, "I don't need a mere censor like you to teach me how to behave."

Censor Qi showed no sign of resentment despite this cold treatment.

He picked up a grape, put it in his mouth and chewed it, as if he had reached the point where he didn't care about anything.

"The current Censorate is so boring. How long do you think it will take for us to be effective?"

Censor Qi spoke slowly, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness and dissatisfaction.

The other two officials immediately stopped arguing, looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Minister Wei frowned and looked at Censor Qi, as if he also felt this oppressive atmosphere.

"Recently, the emperor's favorites are those who flatter and curry favor with him, while we have been marginalized and excluded."

Minister Wei sighed, a look of loneliness on his face.

"I have an idea, but I need everyone's support and cooperation."

Censor Qi rolled his eyes, a shrewd gleam in them, but he deliberately pretended to be hesitant and spoke.

Minister Wei was impatient and quickly said, "Stop wasting time and tell us so we can make arrangements quickly."

His words were hurried and he seemed extremely anxious.

Seeing this, Censor Qi asked several officials to move closer, and the three of them discussed quietly for a while.

They lowered their voices, trying not to let those around them hear their plans.

At the end of the conversation, everyone had a long-lost smile on their faces, as if a stone in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground.

Minister Wei, who had looked impatient before, even poured a glass of wine for Censor Qi himself and said with a smile: "Brother Luo's idea is brilliant, I admire it."

There is sincere admiration in his words.

Censor Qi gently shook his hand to show his modesty and replied with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment..."

Although he said so, he could not hide the pride in his eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room had improved, the steward hurriedly gave orders, asking the dancers who had been prepared long ago to come into the room and start performing, hoping to bring more joy to the adults.

For a moment, the whole room was filled with laughter and joy, and the previous oppressive atmosphere was swept away...

On the other hand, Long Fei found that the military training seemed to be ruined, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. He hurried to the palace to plead with the emperor.

After receiving the notification, Xiao Yanheng ordered someone to bring Long Fei into the hall.

When he looked up, Xiao Yanheng saw the general kneeling in the hall with a wronged look and an extremely submissive attitude.

Xiao Yanheng held his forehead with his hand helplessly, and secretly encouraged himself in his heart: We are one family, so you must never get angry.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then asked, "Get up, what's going on?"

Upon hearing this, Long Fei stood up silently. After standing for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Your Majesty, are you planning to suspend military training?"

His tone was full of confusion and puzzlement, and his eyes were fixed on the dragon-robed emperor in front of him, hoping to find the answer from him.

The man's question was so direct that it left people speechless. Xiao Yanheng almost didn't respond and wondered in his heart what this man was thinking.

"We'll discuss this later. You go back to the camp first."

Long Fei looked at Xiao Yanheng deeply, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes, and then made a suggestion.

"Your Majesty, since we can't train our troops right now, can we go and ask the immortals if they have any tricks they can teach us?"

After hearing this, Xiao Yanheng felt a lot more relieved. At least there was still a direction he could try.

"Well, that's not a bad idea, but what should we use as an offering?"

Xiao Yanheng asked in an approachable tone. He hoped that Long Fei could give an answer. However, it was a pity that Long Fei really didn't know much about these aspects. Apart from fighting, he knew nothing about other things.