Song Yuxun sighed silently and waved his hand at the little guy beside him.

The little servant has been serving in front of the emperor all the year round, and he is much more clever and knowledgeable than some stunned adults, and he bends his body with his eyes and nose and nose, clears his throat, and shouts in a high-pitched and sharp voice, "Retreat from the dynasty-"

A group of civil and military ministers were dragged up from the bed by a holy oracle at night, and they hurriedly put on their court clothes and entered the palace before they had time to put on their pants, and after standing all night, they didn't even dare to let out a fart, so they rolled back untouched.

But after going out for such a while, and then returning to the house, no one can sleep peacefully.

The emperor didn't understand his attitude at all, what did he think?

Is this also a secret promise in some way?

If this continues, from now on, won't the court become a place for a certain highness to cover the sky, and what do you want them to do?

The secretary of the military department had no time to take care of these, so he rushed back to the military department with burning eyebrows, and dragged all the wine bags and rice bags that lingered on the beauty couch overnight to discuss the matter.

Originally, the military department was in charge of the selection of military attachés, military registrations, military orders, etc., and it had nothing to do with the military affairs.

However, the members of the military department regarded themselves as military attachés, and they never cared about anything except military training, and all the manuscripts and documents were left to their deputies to do.

Lord Shangshu now reaped the consequences, rummaging through the cabinets for a while before barely enough to light the candles until the morning, and then, without saying a word, led his own subordinates, who were also wearing crooked and unsightly pants, into the council hall.

The principal saw that the boss who was lazy and slack in the past was in a hurry, as if he was sitting in a hot coal-fired basin, and he couldn't help but get annoyed.

He got a new beauty, so he closed the door and thanked the guests, and he didn't know what the world was day and night. When the military order came to the door, he was sleeping soundly with nephrite in his arms, and he had a little nightmare when he was half distracted.

Now he had to say goodbye to the bed and go to the cold wind because of a military order, staying with such a group of very unpleasant men.

Thinking of this, the chief stepped forward, "My lord, since the prince has already taken care of this matter, and the emperor has not said anything, is it necessary for us to be so courteous?" ”

When he said this, Lord Shang Shu just pinched the sleeve of the court robe and pressed it on the table, and when he touched it, he wiped out a thick layer of dust from the sleeve.

So Lord Shangshu's face was even darker to the extreme, and he turned his head to bring out all the anger that he had obtained from the saint, looking at that look, he probably wanted to pull off the head of this subordinate who had more than enough success and failure, and control the water in it.

"Bastard, what the emperor means can you guess. If you're going to have too long, go and chop that thing off your shoulder and throw it in the backyard to feed the dogs! Otherwise, think of something else, and if you can't think of a way, shut up and do it! ”

“……”

The main thing was good, but he was inexplicably sprayed with blood, and the surging color heart that was originally shrouded in his mind suddenly turned into nothingness.

So he didn't dare to say anything anymore, he thought he was very eye-catching, grabbed the candle and lit it, and helped Lord Shangshu wipe the table by the candlelight, and wiped it very hard.

Lord Shangshu was heartbroken, and he tugged at his sleeve and beat him on the side of the table for a while.

This night, the military department was like sitting on pins and needles, and going to the study was not much better.

The young Son of Heaven dismissed the "pillars of the country" who could only stand in the eyesway, and before leaving, he instructed His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, Lord Zhang and a group of generals who could be used, and without saying a word, he drove people to the upper study as if they were ducks on the shelves.

With a "bang", the door closed, and the little attendant who wanted to come to serve was closed out of the door.

The little chamberlain didn't know how to make decisions about major national affairs, but he firmly remembered his duty to take care of His Majesty.

Through a window, seeing that it was brightly lit, the little chamberlain was afraid that the emperor's body would not be able to withstand the emperor's body that had to drink three bowls of medicine a day to barely lift his spirits, and he wanted to go in several times to remind him, but was decisively blocked by Chen Duwei who was guarding the door.

The little chamberlain was conscientious, and Chen Duwei was equally conscientious.

No matter how much the little chamberlain tried his best to talk about the lotus, his cold face like an axe and a knife just refused to let go in the slightest, and he was annoyed by the noise, and at most he would put on a sentence of "military orders are like mountains" as a response.

If the little chamberlain asked again, he fell silent again.

Chen Duwei was originally born with a tall and mighty figure, and at this moment, he was wearing cold iron armor, and when he stood mightily, it was a dark mountain, which was clearly a posture of "I will not move even if the wind and rain hit", which was naturally not something that could be easily shaken by a small chamberlain.

Eventually, however, the door was opened from the inside, and the discussion on the repression had to be stopped halfway through, as one of the participants fainted.

At that time, the little chamberlain still did not give up, and persistently tried to move Chen Duwei with sincerity.

And Chen Duwei did not give up, and persevered in sticking to his post with a face paralyzed.

At this moment, the cold voice of His Royal Highness King Zhennan suddenly came from inside the door panel, "Junshan, you come in first." ”

With a new order, the mountain of dark iron moved like a puppet that had been wound up in the air, and did it one by one.

The little chamberlain stretched his neck and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak in, but the tall Chen Duwei grabbed him by the collar and pushed him out unceremoniously, and was thrown three feet away like a thin leaf.

The little chamberlain fell on his stomach, and after a "ouch" sound, he didn't care about shouting more, and immediately got up, lest he miss this very valuable opportunity.

However, before he could regain his footing, Chen Duwei had already rushed out again.

The little chamberlain only saw that there seemed to be a cold wind blowing in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, there was no one in front of him.

No one is just right!

He didn't have the heart to care where the cold-hearted, cold-faced, cold-liver-sausage, iron pimple puppet was going, and twisted all the way back to the small kitchen with small steps, and took out a cup of hot ginseng soup to be sent to the door of the study.

Seeing that the two vermilion door panels were already close in front of him, the little chamberlain was excited, but the next moment the back of his neck was cold, followed by the voice of the cold-faced Hades who was as cold as water, "You can't go in." ”

“……”

The little chamberlain gritted his teeth and wanted to curse, but when he turned his head, he was facing Chen Duwei's fierce black face, and a imperial doctor who was caught under his armpit and had a face like earth.

“……”

The little chamberlain had never seen this kind of posture, so he was so frightened that he took a step back, and his hand trembled fiercely, almost knocking over the small cup containing the ginseng soup to the ground.

"You, you ......"

The little waiter was quite frightened, and his tongue involuntarily broke into a string of dead knots.

Before he could stumble "you" or something, the door opened suddenly, and a pair of faint eyes of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan were surrounded by bright candles.

He quickly glanced at each other with Chen Junshan, and the eyes of the two were immediately separated, but Chen Duwei had already understood, and the two trembling imperial doctors slipped into the door like a piece of wood.

Immediately, Song Yuchen also retracted his gaze.

The little chamberlain reacted in hindsight, and was a little anxious, "Your Highness stays!" ”