Fast Transmute Female Supporting Role: Male Lead Strategy Manual

After several days of careful deployment.

All the princes in the capital are under strict surveillance in secret.

The border is retreating steadily.

Internal and external troubles made Bei Qiu almost forget everything.

However, the ministers who hold great power are also putting pressure on her, pressing her step by step. In the court, they even want her to speed up the time to choose Fu Nalang, which makes Bei Qiu a headache.

"Now that the border is retreating steadily, you don't put your mind on the country, and let the orphans marry their husbands and concubines, what are your intentions!" Bei Qiu's face was sallow, and she glared at the civil and military officials of the court with a gloomy face.

"Your Majesty, the border is guarded by generals, but the most important thing is the face of the royal family!" The minister knelt on the ground and said.

"Your Majesty, there is no heir to the emperor, so how can the Fenglai Kingdom establish its prestige among many countries?!" The minister also knelt down.

Following that, all the ministers also knelt on the ground.

"I hope Your Majesty will think twice!"

All the ministers said in unison.

Bei Qiu held the dragon chair tightly, pursed her lips and said with an unfriendly expression: "The country is safe and peaceful, and it is safe and peaceful. If the Fenglai country is destroyed, so what if there are millions of heirs alone?! Let people from other countries trample and humiliate them?!"

All the ministers suddenly silenced and looked at each other.

However, a senior official stepped forward and knelt on the ground, saying: "Your Majesty is so confusing. How can I fall into the hands of others when my country is strong and my army is strong. Now the draft has been more than two months, and the last round needs to be selected by Your Majesty." However, His Majesty has not chosen for a long time, is it true that the monk in the palace is a demon monk like the rumors!"

Bei Qiu was shocked.

Clenching his hands tightly, the plot really has come to this point.

"Bold!" Bei Qiu slammed the imperial chair and stood up.

The maid at the side also knelt down on the ground in fright.

"Okay, okay, okay, all the ministers don't pay attention to Gu at all! They are pressing against Gu every step of the way. Why, do the ministers already have another owner in their hearts? Let's talk about it, Gu Sure!" Bei Qiu said angrily.

"The minister is terrified, and His Majesty is happy and angry!" All the ministers kowtowed.

The left minister said: "Your Majesty, we have no other ideas. The first emperor was born at the age of fifteen. Now, His Majesty is already twenty-three years old. If this word spreads, it will make other countries a laughing stock!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Bei Qiu stared at the ministers kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: "Okay, if the frontier wins the battle, Gu will choose Fu Nalang on the same day, will the ministers be satisfied?!"

Everyone looked at each other and kowtowed.

Bei Qiu returned to Luanfeng Hall, walking back and forth in the room, she was angry, but she couldn't follow those men's way of smashing things.

The anger in her heart was burning crazily. She was a king, but was restrained by ministers everywhere. She felt so useless, how could she be such a king!

"Your Majesty." Shi Qing knelt on the ground.

"How it goes."

"Everything His Majesty ordered has been done."

Bei Qiu nodded, and a coldness flashed in his eyes, "Give Gu a good look, I didn't expect that there are people in this hall who want Gu's life!"

"Why didn't Your Majesty directly kill him?" Shi Qing was a little confused.

"How many cavalry are there alone?" Bei Qiu asked.

Shi Qing was a little confused, and answered truthfully: "It's more than 150,000."

"How many infantry?"

"More than two hundred thousand."

Bei Qiu said coldly: "Then how many soldiers and horses do these princes and nobles have in their hands!"

Shi Qing was stunned, "The military power in the hands of all the ministers, together, there are more than 300,000 cavalry and more than 500,000 infantry."

"What if Gudang wiped them out without any evidence?" Bei Qiu's eyes turned cold.

"The feudal lord rebelled, and all the ministers raised their troops!" Shi Qing's heart sank, he never expected that the seemingly peaceful dynasty would be so turbulent, and if the queen made a wrong move, she would be devastated.

Bei Qiu sat on the chair tiredly.

The male slave pressed her temples behind her, Bei Qiu glanced at Shi Qing, and asked: "Nowadays, the government and the public are in turmoil, so I have to be careful."

Shi Qing immediately knelt on the ground, "Yes!" Said and immediately backed out.

"Do you like her?" Bei Qiu asked.

The male slave's hands trembled, and he whispered back: "I dare not."

Bei Qiu closed her eyes, and said: "If everything is safe and sound, I betroth you to her as my thank you for teaching me how to embroider sachets."

The male slave was overjoyed, and he couldn't control the corners of his mouth even though he pursed his lips, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

That night.

The sound of wooden fishes in the house, heh, heh, heh...

The little monk pouted and brought in the dinner.

After that day, the queen never came to the meditation room again, but he stayed in the meditation room to chant scriptures and pay homage to the Buddha.

"Brother, I'm wondering why we are always the latest to know the news." The little novice put the dinner on the table. "Brother, let's have dinner."

Zhu Li nodded, stood up, walked to the dining table and sat on the stall, "What's wrong?"

"Today, I saw a group of men on the west side of the imperial garden." The little novice said unhappy.

Zhu Li looked at him inexplicably, "So what?"

"Oh, senior brother, why are you so stupid? Those men are so gorgeously dressed that they are not male slaves. His Majesty dismissed the harem a while ago, so why are there so many men?" The little monk pouted, put the rice in a bowl and handed it to him. To Zhuli.

Zhu Li was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't take it for a long time.

"Brother?" The little novice looked at Zhu Li suspiciously.

Only then did Zhu Li regain his senses, took the bowl and chopsticks, added a mouthful of vegetables and chewed them in his mouth, but there was no taste at all.

"I heard that these people entered the palace a few days ago and have been staying in the west of the imperial garden. I heard from those palace maids that His Majesty will choose a husband in a few days. Those people must be waiting for the election. Bar?"

"Why do you say that?" Zhu Li swallowed bitterly, with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Brother, you don't know if you stay here all the time. I heard from those women in the court that your majesty was forced to marry by the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. He wanted to let your majesty have an heir. His Majesty became angry on the spot and told the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. After winning a battle, I will choose a husband on the same day, brother, tell me, why do these ministers always participate in His Majesty's affairs!" The little novice pouted her lips, very dissatisfied, "Your Majesty doesn't like them, so what if you don't marry them, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven ah!"

"If I were Your Majesty, I would kill these people and change a group of ministers. Anyway, in this world, there are many people who want to be ministers." The little novice said to Zhu Li, "Isn't it? Brother."

Zhu Li was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah."

The little monk saw that he was gossiping, and the senior brother didn't talk to him, so he was not interested in talking.

But Zhu Li took a few bites and went to knock on the wooden fish.

The words repeated in my mind were all the words of the little novice. Those men have been in the palace for a long time, and His Majesty has been urged to marry for many days. Yes, His Majesty will marry a husband one day, Nashilang...

Even if the harem is gone, someone will still send the man in, over and over again...

And he is just a monk, a monk, a person who is destined to be with the Buddha, His Majesty gave up, it's okay, it's okay...

The little monk finished packing the dishes and went into the meditation room.

He glanced at Zhu Li strangely. Why is the sound of the wooden fish being a little messy today?

The little novice fell asleep.

There was a click.

The wooden fish mallet broke in two.