His voice stopped abruptly at this point, and he didn't say anything more, Song Yuchen nodded understandingly, "This fold-"

Lord Zhang saw what he meant, and took over with great eyes, "Your Highness, rest assured, the minister has already deducted this fold." In His Highness's opinion, is it necessary to transfer a few people from the Criminal Department to find out the news? ”

Song Yuchen frowned when he heard the word "Criminal Department", and waved his big hand, "Excuse me, this matter will not be pressed for the time being, I will watch and deal with it." ”

Lord Zhang was keenly aware that His Royal Highness King Zhennan's words were a little vague.

What is the "press not watch", and when will he press it, will he look at it, and how will he deal with it?

A string of grunting question marks popped up in Master Zhang's head, but Song Yuchen didn't say it, and he couldn't think of a reason for asking for a while, so he had to pretend to be stupid and put the half-cold tea cup up to his mouth.

He couldn't help but glance at His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan quietly, that face was handsome and young, at first glance his eyebrows were like spring breeze and rain, elegant and elegant, but after looking at it for a long time, he could taste a trace of coolness from it.

The tea was already cold, and the curling heat turned into a frost-white mist on his eyelashes in the cold night, hiding his pretended unfathomable eyes behind the clouds and fog, making them even more elusive.

Master Zhang felt in a trance that although His Royal Highness and the emperor were brothers who grew up together, they were not at all alike, and even the one in front of him seemed to have more of the emperor's foresight-

As soon as this rebellious thought came out, he shivered coldly, and the tea almost spilled half of his sleeve.

"This fold, open the last sentence and hand it to the imperial brother." After a long time, Song Yuchen finally opened his mouth, and his tone was cold and gentle, "As for the epidemic and the affairs of the displaced people, forget it, the life of the imperial brother is not comfortable, none of us want to follow Shu Tan, bother Lord Zhang to ghostwrite the blue criticism, give a reply to the Yongxian county order, don't leak the news." ”

This Manchu dynasty is civil and military

Lord Zhang was really flattered and responded, silently put away the family letter, re-folded it and stuffed it into his sleeve, and was about to get up and leave, when he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and said, "Lord Wang, Anding Hou recently-"

Song Yuchen raised his head suddenly.

"Ahem." Master Zhang suddenly reacted that he was disrespectful, and coughed heavily, "Lord Hou seems to be seriously ill this time, and as soon as the three-day sick leave approved last time expired, he sent someone to send someone to report the illness, and the minister has not had time to submit it, Lord Wang, you see-"

Song Yuchen said "Hmm", "That kind of thing, Lord Zhang just looks at it and gives an approval." ”

Master Zhang suddenly regretted why he had to mention such a sentence before leaving, and he got a hot potato that he couldn't afford or put down for no reason, but he had to bite the bullet and say, "...... Yes, the minister knows. ”

Song Yuchen nodded lightly, and in an instant, his kung fu returned to that clear appearance, "Master Zhang has bothered, and the juniors have thanked you-"

As he spoke, the young prince bent down coldly, and arched his hands forward.

When Lord Zhang, who was carrying a belly that hadn't had time to disperse, saw this formation, he was immediately so weak that he was about to faint, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Your Highness, slow down!" Minister...... This is the ...... of the ministers."

Although Lord Zhang's tongue is not as flexible as Song Yuchen's ability to produce lotus flowers, such nonsense as "what the people of Jiangshan Society should do", "It's just a small effort, Your Highness can see it" and so on.

But at this moment, he was in a hurry, and he was full of sweat, and the word "should" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan is fighting for the country, and his loyalty is far from his turn as a second-grade official who wants to mix up the imperial grain and other retired officials to suspect that his every move and action, whether it is excessive or not, is to make plans for the stability of the country.

But then again, even if he is in a high position, he is just a prince, and he is a prince with an elite army, and it took a lot of effort to barely maintain a little friendship with the puddle at the door when it was not raining yet.

Lord Zhang's knife mouth, which can blow his beard and stare at and even scold in front of the court, is like shouting a piece of soft and smooth tender tofu at this moment, and he can't pick it up and put it down, and he stiffens into a wooden man.

But he only froze for a few seconds before silently slapping his ears in the bottom of his heart, and struck his shaky heart of loyalty back to the realm where it should have been placed.

He is just a pen under the emperor's hand, is a pen qualified to be idle and think about the west?

Thinking of this, Master Zhang bowed to Song Yuchen in disbelief, retreated, and stepped on the goose back to the first floor of the building, half embarrassed and half adrift out of the door.

Even if there is no actual progress, but it has also wasted a whole day's time, to talk about the harvest, to get such a gentle praise from Yin Mingzhi, Shi Qingran thinks that he should be very satisfied.

So with a heart that should repay the grace of dripping water, she invited Yin Xiaoqi to the Yan Hui Building, and invited him to eat a meal because of the young man's temperament, but only the three of them sat at the boxy table.

Yin Mingzhi politely rejected her invitation to mix the real and the false on the grounds of "not working hard", and then went back to the room lightly - the steps were light and ethereal, as if she couldn't find the roots.

But with his gentle and calm face, he was inexplicably dyed with a bit of the smell of a fairy who broke the long wind, making it difficult for people to associate such a person with his lingering illness for a while.

Shi Qingran stared at it for a while, and then she was pinched on her waist, she gritted her teeth but said respectfully, "Miss, in broad daylight, please pay attention to the impact." ”

Lang'er's hands were very thin, the bones were clear and long, with a hard force, and at once the few points of lust that had just emerged in her heart were crushed.

While Shi Qingran wanted to cry without tears, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Lang'er was indeed not a good playmate, although she was indeed the only person he could rely on in this huge royal city.