At this moment.

Zhu Yijun, who was sitting under the canopy, suppressed a smile. He was so happy. He had known these little tricks were so effective.

What kind of imperial stick is this?

The 19-year-old Wanli Master seemed to have understood the true meaning. No wonder Emperor Wu Zong wanted to re-employ people like Liu Jin, and also let Liu Jin entangle with the ruffians among the people, and created something like eight tigers and eight cats.

It seems that dealing with these officials is clear.

Removal from office, beating the imperial staff, these upright methods are of no use. Apart from confiscating the family and exterminating the clan, this unscrupulous method has to be used.

How did you say that?

When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain.

Now that I have finally figured it out, I have to do what Shen Lie said, and I must not reason with these people. In fact...

Zhu Yijun sat down seriously. He felt that being an emperor in this era was actually a physical job.

This is no lie.

These people.

Every day he was thinking about different ways to torture him as the emperor, such as the smelly and long court meetings, and constant spitting.

If he doesn't nod, he will play endlessly.

He was not allowed to sleep or calm down.

If the emperor of this age is weak in physical strength, he really can't use up these officials!

Ever since.

Another hour passed, and two hours passed...

It was almost noon.

Several elders at the Yushitai finally couldn't hold on any longer. They rolled their eyelids and fell straight down, foaming at the mouth on the spot.

"Why?"

In an uproar.
Chapter completed!