Jiang Moyan looked at Lu Xiaoyao's sympathetic eyes, and was very puzzled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It wasn't until a few days later that Mu Qing Mu Nian and Feng Jiutian entered the military department that she understood.

For the first time, he took over Feng Jiutian's assistant work, and Jiang Moyan got up early and rushed to a well-guarded room behind the Nine Emperors' study. This room has always been managed by Mu Qing and Mu Nian in turn.

This room belongs to the same structure as Feng Jiutian's study, and the area is basically the same as the previous study. The walls of the room were full of bookshelves and bookcases, and in the middle of the room were several large square tables, four on each of which sat four seats, and twelve scribes were sitting there, sorting out and extracting the piles of books and letters piled on the square tables.

Jiang Moyan walked into this room for the first time, looking at the hill-like pile of papers incredulously, his mouth opened into an O-shape. She walked a few steps to the table, and several of the scribes who were busy saw her and stood up and saluted.

Jiang Moyan waved her hand and asked everyone to continue to be busy, while she walked around the giant workbench, and looked at the scribes who were struggling to write, and finally understood why Lu Xiaoyao was so sympathetic to her.

On the table next to it were a few booklets that had been organized. Jiang Moyan flipped through them, these were all excerpted according to categories, including the Ministry of Industry, the Criminal Department, the Military Department, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Officials, the Dark Dragon, the Northern Underworld, and the ...... Huaguo, and the word "confidential" was written on the bottom book.

Jiang Moyan picked it up and opened it gently. The paper is all in standard block letters, which respectively transcribe the important news of various confidential levels transmitted by the secret agents of the dark dragon from all over the country, as well as from the Northern Underworld and Huaguo.

Jiang Moyan put down these booklets, his heart was pounding, no wonder Feng Jiutian was so busy every day, such a pile of documents recording soldiers, horses, money and food, people's livelihood disasters, and the dynamics of various countries gathered from all over the country every day, and then sorted out by so many people, and finally put them in his study and entered his brain, is he really still human? It's an automatic computer!

Jiang Moyan looked up at the room full of documents and materials and the dozen or so high-speed "robot copyers", this place was like a miniature version of the small imperial court.

Jiang Moyan took a deep breath and put the pile of sorted out booklets into his place, these things that had been sorted out by the dozen or so people had to be sorted by her again, and some less important things were eliminated, and then presented to Feng Jiutian.

One day, Jiang Moyan spent time in this pile of papers. Although she took out the spirit and perseverance she had when she was preparing for the college entrance examination, she was still dizzy and dizzy by these difficult and complicated documents.

After the Nine Emperor Princes who had returned from the military department sent someone to urge them twice, she barely read the booklets and organized them into more than a dozen files.

When he walked into Feng Jiutian's study with the copied dossier, Jiang Moyan's face was not only a little tired, but also a deep look of distress.

Feng Jiutian tapped her head amusefully and asked, "What kind of expression do you have?" Have you seen all of these? ”

Jiang Moyan nodded a little frustratedly, and then said to Feng Jiutian with sympathy in his eyes: "Does Your Highness see so much every day?" You don't have a headache? ”

Feng Jiutian laughed, "How many things are this, and the government that my father deals with every day is several times more than this." ”

Jiang Moyan said distressedly while placing the dossier: "That's different, the emperor still has so many ministers to help every day, but you are only one person." How can your body stand it in the long run! Listening to Jiang Moyan's tone, it seemed that the Nine Emperor Princes had suffered a great grievance.

Feng Jiutian's heart moved, and that strange feeling quietly surged in his heart again, and a sentence that didn't go through his brain came out of his mouth: "Don't I still have you?" ”

Jiang Moyan only cared about placing things, but didn't hear anything unusual, and continued: "I don't understand anything, I can't help anything, I just watched it for a day, and I almost exhausted countless brain cells, you won't dislike me for being too stupid, right?" ”

Feng Jiutian didn't notice Jiang Moyan's random names of "you" and "me", but noticed the fresh words in her mouth. Feng Jiutian was sitting on the bookcase, his eyes were just level with Jiang Moyan, he stared into her eyes and asked, "What is a 'brain cell'?" ”

Jiang Moyan was suddenly asked by him, only to realize that he had lost his words again, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he explained indiscriminately: "'Brain cells' are the brains that grow in the head, I watched it all morning today, and my brain took a lot of money, and I have to eat some pig brains to make up for it when I go back." ”

Such funny words didn't make Feng Jiutian laugh, because he was wondering about one thing: Aren't people thinking with their hearts? How does she say it is with her brain?

The words she deliberately played with the treasure just now didn't have the effect of diverting attention, which made Jiang Moyan a little frustrated. She was afraid that Feng Jiutian would hold on to that word, so she hurriedly found an excuse and ran out.

Feng Jiutian looked at her back, and was even more puzzled, he didn't miss her fleeting panicked expression. Although the suspicion of the fine work was dispelled, he still cared very much about the strange words and deeds that were revealed from time to time on her, what was the situation? Where did she learn the theories and vocabulary she had never heard before?

Jiang Moyan walked out of Feng Jiutian's study, and then found a place where no one was around, patted his chest and let out a long breath, and said in his heart: Fortunately, he didn't continue to ask, otherwise he really didn't know how to fool the past, I hope he didn't suspect anything.

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In the Xishan camp, a sturdy man wearing only a single coat in the cold winter was fighting with a military general in his thirties. The two of them moved quickly under their feet, sometimes stepping on the stake and jumping high, sometimes sticking to the ground as solid as a rock, which looked like a good foundation for years of martial arts.

The two of them were the fourth prince Feng Chengxun and his uncle Du Heng, who came out to train the army. Du Heng is the eldest son of Du Kan, the Duke of Zhenguo, who was named the general of the Biao Cavalry, and he did not follow his father to guard the northwest pass, but stayed in the Beijing Division, serving as the commander of the Xishan Battalion of the Gyeonggi Guard Battalion, and was named General Guangwu, with the rank of four ranks.

To say that the fourth prince is really a wonder, although it shows that he inherited the calm and moderate image of his mother, but he is the same as several of his uncles in his bones, he naturally likes to practice martial arts, and he is also a martial arts wizard, knife, gun, sword, halberd, axe, Yue, hook, fork, whip, mace, hammer, Ge, gong, stick, lance, stick, spear, palladium, he is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts.

Except for the Nine Emperor Princes, who were hidden from the gods, everyone thought that the Four Princes were the ones with the highest martial arts among the princes. In addition, there is a maternal grandfather who is a general and a few wolf-like uncles who are like tigers, and the second prince and the fourth prince have always been called both civil and military, and two dragons at the same time.

Seeing that the competition between the two was over, Du Heng's two sons hurriedly stepped forward, handed wet cloths to the four princes and their father to wipe their faces, and took their coats to put on them. The four of them then walked back to the tent and sat down to drink tea.

Suddenly, the sound of a soldier coming from outside the door. (To be continued.) )