He is the ghost-faced general that everyone loves,
You can drive away the enemy troops,
You can warm the bed below.
He is the genius prime minister of the dynasty,
for him,
I am willing to do anything,
Contradicting the emperor or something like that,
It's just a daily routine.
Song: Alas! The military is running out of funds.
Shen: I'll go talk to the emperor.
In the study,
From poetry and painting to life insights.
The emperor waved his hand: Stop talking. I will ask someone to approve a fund for him now.
Then, the Prime Minister walked out of the study without looking back.
The emperor hugged himself tightly in distress.