He should be in the palace. "Why should I follow the rules?" The Jiaozi spoke concisely. "If you are not satisfied, please give me advice." "Any official or commoner who points out my faults to my face shall be sentenced to death or life imprisonment; anyone who writes to me to remonstrate with me shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years; anyone who slanders me in public and makes me hear it shall be detained for fifteen days." "...What tyrant's manifesto?" Even during the New Year, I had no choice but to live in Bengbu. What is the new version of Zou Ji's advice to King Qi? "I am following the tyrant path." In response, Russell shrugged and said.
"Maybe, in twenty-seven days, I will start a war against Ursus." he said. "Ah, but Ursus is your hometown... Mr. Archduke." Nian's eyes couldn't help but widen a little. Just copy your hometown? She felt that Russell's move was a little too wise. "It's because they are from my hometown that we need to give them a good beating. If we don't wake them up, we'll really have to send them away." Russell looks quite carefree. "Strictly speaking, my image on Terra is just that of a lunatic who might release a plan to destroy a country at any time, right?" "This image of a madman can effectively make the surrounding countries and nobles sober up." "...Are you planning to appear in the world as a demon king to be conquered?" Nian was silent for a while, and there were complicated emotions in his purple pupils. Back then, because she felt the taste of madness, she chose to go looking for Jiaozi. did not expect. It's just been such a short time. He actually became the true guardian of this land? "Although the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, but you don't have to work so hard." Nian muttered. "I didn't try any harder, because I was sure I would win."
Having said this, Ya Zi never mentioned state affairs again. Instead, he picked up a thick notebook - it was purely handwritten, and it was obvious that it must have taken him a lot of time. “It’s a script.” he said. The most powerful man in the land deserted his own coronation ceremony and actually came out to write the script? Even Xi, who didn't care much about reality, couldn't help but feel a little curious. I want to get closer and take a closer look. Ming Dynasty 1566. Fifth Republic. Imperial Commissioner. Yes, Prime Minister. It is filled with an unknown and powerful smell. "these are?" "Some of the things I saw in a dream, there are short stories, TV series, skits, and joke collections, all of which can be presented as film and television works." He shrugged and said. "I just had this thought in mind, so I wrote it down. This is also the script I'm going to use in my next duel with you." "Can you help me take a look?" He seemed to be totally nonchalant. Nian picked it up doubtfully and said, "Yes, Prime Minister." She had heard before that Russell wanted to make a political drama. If these scripts were already written by Russell. Then, the "political drama" that was specifically mentioned is most likely his favorite one. Prime Minister. This word obviously has a strong political connotation. She was leafing through books. The story takes place in a country called Little Britain. This country was once a world hegemon. But, due to various reasons, it declined...
Isn't this Victoria before Tallulah ascended the throne? Nian's expression suddenly became solemn. Jim Harker, a member of the opposition shadow cabinet, was given the post of Minister for Public Service after helping his party win the general election. From then on, he began to face the civil service system headed by the departmental secretary Sir Humphrey Appleby, and his government-appointed private secretary, Bernard Woolley, who was also a civil servant, was caught in the middle. The reason he took office was... "The new prime minister will be our great finance minister and an outstanding foreign minister." "That's the question I was going to ask you." "It's hard to say. It's like electing a lunatic to run a mental hospital." "The problem is that they all believe in interventionism and if they were prime minister they would have to do everything themselves." "So, we should choose a compromise, a flexible one, a weak one, and a weak opinion..." "Not sharp enough in thinking, incapable of changing the status quo, generally recognized as easy to manipulate, knows how to accept guidance, and leaves national affairs to experts..." As he opened the first page, Nian's expression suddenly became solemn. Excellent finance ministers and foreign ministers lose the chance to become prime minister because of the possibility of reform initiatives. Jim Hacke's reason for becoming Victoria's Prime Minister was that he was incapable of being Prime Minister. "Is this...is this something that can be said?" Nian only felt his body tremble instinctively. "Why can't you tell me?" Russell smiled. "Don't you think this is a great humor?" "If you had actors making slightly awkward faces and laughing while talking about the prime ministerial election, I think most people would recognise the humour." A hasty election and the heavy responsibility of the prime minister. It is indeed a humorous contrast. only-- "...Is this humor too deadly?" Nian gasped. Just by opening the first page, she felt that this thing might cause Victoria's House of Commons and House of Lords to face a wave of questioning from society. "Victoria is the base camp for your intended wife." "Harker was Prime Minister of Little Britain, not Victoria."
Russell corrected Nian's statement. "It's just a fictional story, a fictional country, a fictional history." "It has nothing to do with Victoria." Year:"..." What the hell are you? This damn Little Britain almost has the flavor of Victoria overflowing. "Besides, it's because she's Victoria that she's worth torturing." The young man had a slightly evil smile on his face. Nian took a deep breath and then opened the second script. This time the script is The Imperial Envoy. [In the luxurious living room of the county magistrate's house, the county's top figures gathered: the county magistrate, the director of the charity hospital, the school inspector, the judge, the police chief, and the medical officer.] 【A meeting that seems to be very important is being held here. 】 "I have just received reliable but very unpleasant news: an imperial envoy will come from Petersburg to inspect the service, and he will bring secret orders." The voice came out with difficulty from the county magistrate's dry throat. "I asked you all to come here to inform you and make preparations." He paused, his eyes wandered among the crowd, and finally stopped on the face of Artemy, the director of the Charity Hospital. "It is customary for officials who come to our place to first inspect the charitable hospitals you run - so you should put everything in order: wash the hats, and don't let the patients dress casually, like a group of blacksmiths." "That's all right. You can just ask them to wear clean hats." "It's best to admit as few patients as possible, otherwise people will blame you for poor management or poor medical skills." "I want to advise you, too." The sheriff pointed again at Judge Amos. "You should pay attention to the order in the court. In the waiting room of your government office, there are often many parties coming in and out, but the gatekeeper keeps a few geese there, with a group of goslings, which run around under people's feet." "But you know, it's not very suitable to raise geese in a place like this... I wanted to remind you of this a long time ago, but somehow I always forgot to tell you." "I will have the geese driven into the kitchen today, and if you like, please come and have dinner." "Besides, there are all kinds of junk hanging in the courtroom, and there is a hunting whip hanging on the cabinet where the documents are kept. This is outrageous. I know you like hunting, but it would be better to put the whip away for the time being and hang it up again after the imperial commissioner leaves." "And your juror smells like he just came out of a brewery." The hospital director who takes care of patients like a blacksmith, the judge who raises geese in the government office, the judge who treats documents as rags, the juror who treats wine as life, and the county magistrate who suddenly regains his memory only when the imperial envoy arrives... There is also a living room that can only be described as luxurious...
"...I now believe that you did go easy on Victoria." Nian just flipped through a page and then spoke seriously. "If the Ursus officials saw this, they would probably be furious." "Once again, the country in the story is Russia, not Ursus." "This is just a work of fiction. Don't always associate it with reality." The young man said seriously.