Lazy people have their own lazy blessings, and most lazy people in the world have an advantage, that is, the efficiency is extraordinarily high.

His Royal Highness King Zhennan, who can solve it with one word, will never say two words, especially has a special understanding of this point.

Since this knife has been decided to fall, the result of early and late fall is the same. The best treasure knife has been melted and cast by extreme heat and tempered by ice and water, so if you don't take advantage of the best condition of the knife and the best ability to sharpen iron like clay, do you have to wait until the cold iron is curled before you do it?

At that time, the blunt knife will not be able to cut through the skin and flesh, even if it is cut, it will only break the bones and tendons, and he can't control the pain of being knifed, but as the person who went under the knife, Song Yuchen thought that this would be too hard.

Looking back, he will hold the knife from now on, and he will continue to hold it until next spring, so that his wrist is sore, how can he have the strength to start at that time?

Song Yuchen felt that there was no such reason.

Hearing these few words, Master Zhang's heart was startled for no reason, and he looked over unconsciously, but the young man had already sat upright and straightened his waist again, stretching his waist a little lazily, and the corners of his eyes were clearly drowsy, where was there any murderous aura.

It seems that Fang Cai's fleeting anger is just an illusion of Master Zhang.

But Master Zhang also faintly counted in his heart, Song Yuchen dared to say such a thing, he should have made a plan, but how much this plan has been achieved, and whether it is complete, he is not sure.

Song Yuchen didn't seem to be able to see the turbulence in the heart of the household servant at the moment, a slender finger was a little exposed from the wide silver-white robe, and he rubbed against the small stove for a while, and he couldn't see half of the joy and anger in his dark eyes.

After a pause, he said faintly, "But this scene of Hou Ye's illness is still somewhat useful." ”

Master Zhang hurriedly grabbed the cranky thoughts that were almost out of control, and continued, "What do you say? ”

"I can't tell." Song Yuchen shook his head gently, but inexplicably gave people an unfathomable feeling, "It's like, after this illness, my imperial uncle's behavior seems to be a lot smoother." ”

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts deftly turned all the way, but at this moment, he seemed to be trampled by the horse's hooves, and he couldn't react when he landed.

After a long time, his expression suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something, but just as he was about to speak, the carriage suddenly slowed down, shook slightly, and then stopped.

Song Yuchen put down the small stove, opened the curtain and looked out, as if he was talking to himself, "It seems that the rain will not stop today." ”

Master Zhang was interrupted by him, and walked half-heartedly, forgetting what he wanted to say for a while, and failed to answer, only let out a blank "ah".

When he finally remembered that he was going out to go to the court today, he hurriedly got up to lift the curtain of the carriage, "Lord, the minister can't chat with the prince anymore, go first." ”

Shoot the breeze?

is really worthy of being a person who was favored by the first emperor in a group of old and pedantic Hanlin, and he pretended to be true by him.

Song Yuchen tugged at the corner of his lips lightly, showed a tacit smile, and then stopped him, "Master Zhang, don't worry, there is still some distance from Shenwu Gate here, I arrived first, I should go first." ”

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look out through the window, and then saw a gate that he was familiar with - before he knew it, the carriage had already arrived at Jingshan Hall!

"Master Zhang, there's no need to be surprised, I was originally a member of Jingshan Hall, and I just want to go around today." Song Yuchen lightly gave a reasonable explanation for the surprise that he hadn't concealed for a moment, and then took out an oil-paper umbrella from behind his seat, and opened the curtain and went down.

The rain did not stop, knocking on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, and the muffled sound of the tuk made Mr. Zhang inexplicably a little uneasy.

He subconsciously shouted, "Your Highness, either you or other ministers-"

"Master Zhang." Song Yuchen interrupted him, and his tone returned to the brisk tone when they first met, "I'm just here to make a fuss, and by the way, I'll exchange a few ink treasures and go back." ”

After a pause, he reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose lightly, and added, "The last time I saw the notice written by Lord Zhang himself, I didn't like that word, so I had to ask for a pair to go back, but if I didn't ask for it, it would be too much." ”

Master Zhang, who was full of manuscripts, was caught off guard by him, and was stunned in place for a moment.

"I have already explained to the coachman, and he will remind Lord Zhang when he arrives at Shenwu Gate later, in this case, I will take the first step, Lord Zhang, please take care of yourself."

After saying that, he said goodbye with a smile on his face, turned around and walked leisurely towards the gate of Jingzentang.

If he didn't know what kind of character he was, just looking at the past like this, Lord Zhang thought that even he would think that he was just a gentleman who went out to enjoy the rain in a leisurely manner, who would have thought that this handsome-faced and talkative youth would be the backbone of the Xuanjia Camp and the brother of the current saint?

The cool breeze blowing in from the window just rightly reminded Lord Zhang that no matter what the purpose of His Royal Highness King Zhennan's sudden visit to Jingshan Hall, which he had not been here for a long time, today was far from his concern.

The prince's affairs, can he, a second-grade official who just wants to eat the emperor's food, be in charge.

The carriage moved again, and Master Zhang forgot about the long and jade back again, and then withdrew his head into the car.

When he entered the gate of Jingshan Hall, Song Yuchen did not show any weakness, this time it was not because of his good psychological quality honed by a hundred battles, but because he had no need to be weak-hearted.

As early as this time last year, Jingshantang lacked a deputy, and no one in the court looked down on this official position with no money, no power, and no money, so he kicked the ball back and forth.

Just when they took it for granted that the ball would continue to be kicked like this, His Royal Highness King Zhennan suddenly stood up on his own initiative and held the ball firmly in his arms.

So he was a prince and general, and he had such a vacant position as a civilian official. A vacant position is also a position, and it always has its own benefits. At this moment, he was able to walk into the door with such a false position, without wasting his saliva in any lip and tongue lawsuit with anyone.

It's just that since he took over this position, he has almost never been here - the reason is naturally needless to say, it is very obvious, a person who can even go to the court if he wants to go, can he still care about such a painless and empty position?

There has always been an extremely bad unwritten custom in the DPRK and China, and that is excessive modesty. Humility is a virtue, but being too modest can be annoying.