"Azhan, if you want the throne, I will abdicate immediately and offer you a five-clawed dragon robe. But if you want to call the clouds, I, I will not obey you at all..." On the huge high seat, a man sat with his head down, his expression unclear, and he could only mutter.
In the northeast corner of the hall, in the Xiuwen Hall, His Royal Highness Prince Changguang was standing by the window in blue clothes. His eyes didn't know where to fall, and he was holding something tightly in his right hand. Lu Zhen stepped forward, took his hand and opened it gently, and saw a rough-made white porcelain bird lying in the palm of his hand.
"Have you really thought it through?" The only female prime minister in Northern Qi and history sighed secretly.
The heart of the candle popped loudly, and even the flames shook. Gao Zhan coughed lightly: "Yuanlu, bring me a pair of candle scissors." In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhen looked at Gao Zhan's face carefully, hoping to get the answer she wanted from the man's brows, but in the end it hurt her temples.
After glancing at the person who was seriously cutting candle flowers, Lu Zhen closed the palace door, turned around and looked at the crowd of palace maids and servants who were bowing their heads in front of her, and a strong sense of doubt struck her. What role is she playing when she gets here today? To be a female prime minister handed down from generation to generation, you have to manage the affairs of the court and manage the official kiln. Is it possible that you also have to help the owner of the palace to cultivate the relationship?