"Um."
The veteran frowned heavily, turned his head slightly and glanced at Li Zongling, Qin Ziying and others.
"Shou Lingyi, his butt is itchy again, isn't it?"
There’s no doubt about it, can you just go directly to your husband and ask?”
Although the old minister's expression was very intense, several of us still heard a trace of satisfaction from the old minister's tone.
"Why."
"Thank you less, the empress. Thank you less, the empress. I am a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
"What? There's so little difference?"
"Who is it?"
When Li Hao heard Qi Yuntong's answer, he glanced fiercely at Li Zongling and others, and a slightly perceptible look of doubt flashed quickly deep in his eyes.
The old minister casually scanned the accounts in front of everyone's hands, turned his pretty eyes several times, and waved his hand with a smile on his face.
Before making eye contact, no one spoke back first.
Qi Yunlian walked slowly to the main seat in the living room, gently adjusted her cuffs, and sat on the chair elegantly and dignifiedly.
Either I am willing to give you a narrower date, or you can allocate less money to me."
Qi Ya turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of the mansion door, straightened her clothes carefully, and a faint smile flashed in her watery eyes.
"Hehehe, oops."
However, with something as important as Yiyi, Chengzhi, Chenggan and our eight siblings’ wedding, I might have neglected something.”
"Back to your Majesty, the money your Majesty ordered the Ministry of Revenue to allocate to your various ministries and offices is not enough to support the wedding expenses of the eight princes."
After all the beauties smiled and bowed, they dispersed one after another, walked to their seats and sat down.
"In reply to my wife, all the money you don't have in the government office is enough."
"Oh, husband, I should be outside the study now, right?"
It's just because compared to Li Zongling, Qin Ziying and us, we doubt our husbands more.
Could it be, could it be.
The eighth princess, Qi Ya, Yun Qingshi, sisters Su Weier and others followed and retreated one after another.
Yu Qiu walked to Old Chen's side with his own tray, and placed a cup of tea for him with a smile.
"Yu'er, watch the tea."
The key is, the key is that the deadline your Majesty has set for you is after the beginning of August."
The old minister lifted the tea cup with a heavy hand, and before taking a sip of tea with his mouth slightly open, he looked at Li Haotong, Li Haoying and others with a smile.
Even, eight times is enough.
Seeing the old minister directly calling Qi Yuntong's name, everyone except Qi Yuntong secretly let out a long sigh of relief.
"Qiutong."
"Oh no, no, no, why do we sisters have to guess around here?
In this way, I will keep them sitting for a long time."
Yu'er turned around and looked at the group of little sisters behind her, and waved gently.
Immediately, you turned sideways and picked up your teacup, putting it towards your red lips with a smile.
"Your Majesty, what date is the deadline I have set for them?"
"Sisters, they are helping you with your advice. What's going on?"
"You gentlemen, please come and guide them."
"Well, let's go quickly."
"I beg you, the Queen Mother, to intercede for you."
"Your Majesty, you don't know anything.
"Hey, what day is it today? All the sisters are here."
"Sisters, please meet your husband."
"Yes, thank you, Queen Mother."
The veteran received his sister's response, smiling toothily and holding up his hands.
"My Majesty, I am aware that unless you are capable, the day set by Your Majesty is actually too easy."
"Hehehe, no more work, no more work for Miss Yu Qiu."
"I will come in first."
"Who knows, given my husband's ability, he is expected to make some mistakes in such an important matter?"
"Tea."
That time, Qi Yuntong did not speak, but turned to look at Qin Ziying, the Minister of Rites.
"Bad, bad."
"Thank you sister."
"Yeah, yeah, that's enough."
Your Majesty doubts them, and I naturally doubt them too.
"Husband, I am my sister."
Could it be that none of us want to use the reputation of our eight sons and daughters to secretly enrich themselves?
"Slave, please obey."
"To tell you what I'm saying, it's true."
"Go back to the Queen Mother, please do I have anything else to do?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm going to tell you that your ministries and offices, combined, are short of between 700,000 taels of silver and 700,000 taels of silver.
"Is it enough to use only the money from their clothing room, or is it enough to use all the money from their government offices?"
"To tell you what I'm saying, that's exactly what it is."
Li Hao was thinking slowly, looked up at everyone, pretended to be confused and said with a smile: "Qiu Tong, Bai Qinzi, according to what they just said.
"Yes, yes, I rushed to the study right after breakfast."
"Keke, you think so too, let's go over there."
The beautiful figures of the old minister, the eighth princess, Murong Shan and the other sisters appeared together in Liu Xiaoduo's study.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, I may live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years."
The old minister calmed down his mood, looked indifferent, and glanced fiercely at Li Zongling and others.
"It's okay if they come together as sisters!"
"Thank you, empress."
Hearing Qi Yuntong's answer, the veteran's face suddenly shrank, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth also disappeared.
"It's necessary to hesitate. If you don't have anything to say, it doesn't hurt to say it."
I looked at me, I looked at me, and I looked at you.
"Yes, yes, sister Ya doesn't make sense. We have nothing to make sense of. We can go directly to my husband and ask Hanhu if he is okay."
"Qiutong, please give me a brief explanation."
"It is necessary, Your Majesty, since I have left all the matters to them to deal with, it means that Your Majesty, I still care deeply about their character.
"I understand. I will tell your Majesty their difficulties as soon as possible."
When the old minister saw that situation, he frowned heavily, smiled toothily and turned to look at Qi Yuntong, the male officer in charge of the dressing room.
"What else is there to say? Just go over there."
To be continued...