Chapter 903: Baoer would like to toast his uncles first
After Prime Minister Lu finished speaking, the whole hall fell into silence.
The bustling scene where people were drinking wine and drinking was completely silent.
Xia Hongmo held the wine cup, his eyes dark.
He looked at Prime Minister Lu with a half-smile, his expression unchanged.
However, anyone who knows the emperor can feel it.
The emperor was unhappy.
Some of the ministers secretly scolded this Lu Cheng that he really didn't want to open any pot.
The heavy snowfall was a natural disaster, causing casualties and the emperor must have had a headache.
But now is the New Year's Eve palace banquet. If you blindly bring up unpleasant political affairs, it will only increase your worries.
What's more, there are so many people present, and there are also envoys from foreign countries who come to worship!
This is tantamount to turning out one's own embarrassments and showing them as a joke to outsiders.
After all, Xia Hongmo and Prime Minister Lu had been getting along for almost twenty years, and they knew each other's personalities very well.
The emperor also knew that Prime Minister Lu had always been very measured.
Now that he is saying this in public, he is really worried about the people.
Xia Hongmo narrowed his eyes and was about to speak.
However, Xia Baoer stood up first: "Uncle Lu lamented the hardships of the people's livelihood, which really moved me. Daddy has dispatched more personnel from the official department during the day,
I believe that heavy snow is ruthless and affectionate, and we work together to make the situation of the people improve. Uncle uncle, after this good year, we are about to face the severe test given by Shang Cang,
At that time, all departments will need to cooperate to work together for the benefit of the people and survive this heavy snowfall. You may be very busy and hard-working, so Baoer would like to give a toast to uncles and uncles. ”
After that, she poured herself a glass of wine.
Xia Hongmo stretched out his hand to stop him, but the little girl waved her hand even more aggressively and stopped his movement.
Xia Baner Bai Nen's fingertips squeezed the wine inlaid with ruby.
She raised the glass and swung it around from left to right, then raised her head neatly and drank it all in one gulp.
Xia Baoer's eyebrows were dark and shining with tenacity. She encouraged all the courtiers present.
"New Year's Eve should be a good day for family reunion. We celebrated tonight and will be busy with disaster relief tomorrow. I hope uncles and uncles can have a good time tonight."
Princess Mifu's words completely shocked the courtiers and envoys present.
She is so smart.
Prime Minister Lu had no ill intentions, but mentioning the snow disaster in public put the emperor in a dilemma.
Regardless of whether Xia Hongmo is punished or not, his reputation will be damaged.
As the emperor's favorite daughter, Princess Mifu stood up to rescue North Vietnam, which was much better than Xia Hongmo's own words.
Especially after what she said, it seemed as if tonight's New Year's Eve was just a banquet to inspire the ministers to work hard for disaster relief.
It's not that the emperor ignored the hungry and cold people outside the palace at this moment, and ended up having a banquet with his officials here.
In a few words, Xia Baoer put North Vietnam in a position of compassion for the people's livelihood.
Xia Hongmo is a good emperor who bears responsibility.
Not only must we take good care of the people, but we must also comfort the officials.
What Xia Baoer said convinced everyone.
Natural disasters are ruthless, this heavy snow is uncontrollable, and no one wants anyone to die.
Therefore, everyone can only do their best.
Xia Baoer has a delicate face, and her cheeks are now pink and cute due to drinking, which makes her eyes look clear and translucent.
She smiled with red lips: "Uncle Lu, please have a drink. You will be tired from the planning and deployment that follows."
Prime Minister Lu was suddenly awakened by Xia Baoer.
He is the prime minister, so he has to make arrangements for disaster relief.
How could he express his concerns openly in the hall.
Face, confused!
Lu Chenglian hurriedly raised his wine glass: "Thank you, Your Highness, for enjoying the wine. Thank you, Your Majesty."
(End of chapter)