When the ministers excuse each other and give in, there has always been no lower limit. Even if they were busy with all kinds of complicated and trivial matters the night before, they would definitely bite the words "where, where" on their lips, and their so-called "fighting" was to sleep for only one and a half hours a night.

But it's not a lie, you know, you may not even be able to sleep for half an hour when you don't fight.

So His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who is particularly upright, has become the only lotus flower in this pond, and the beating in his mouth is the real sense of the beating Mao, and this year, he has left the longest thing in Jingshan Hall is half a footprint, and the longest time record is a cup of tea.

However, today, Song Yuchen glanced at the mountain of folds on the table, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that he might be about to break this record and create a new high.

The little guy who came to serve was particularly trembling in front of the prince who only heard his name but did not know him, and he did not dare to leave after carefully reporting and introducing which table was the fold from where it came from, and waited for the reaction of this Buddha.

After a long time, Song Yuchen said "hmm", "Very good, I know, you go down first." ”

The little guy hurriedly answered, and went down against the wall non-stop, his steps were fast.

Song Yuchen glanced over unhurriedly when he almost tripped over the threshold, and was about to speak, but he saw that the little guy slammed his spirit and ran faster.

Song Yuchen, "......"

He was a little ridiculous, he really deserved to be a person under Master Zhang, like a clever overly frightened rabbit like himself, and ran away when he saw him.

But he can be regarded as a beautiful man anyway, is it really that scary?

Thinking like this, he unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed it on his face, and then suddenly thought of something, the residual temperature in the corners of his eyes faded, and turned into a helpless sigh.

When he turned to leave, Song Yuchen didn't have any expression on his face, but he really noticed that Master Zhang's momentary doubts could not be concealed, and he crashed into his eyes impartially.

Song Yuchen didn't intend to mind, and even understood his worries very well. As an upright and sleek old fox, Mr. Zhang usually can't disassemble the other party's words into a handful of words when he speaks normally, and carefully interpret whether there are other intentions.

A person who has acted so cautiously will suspect him too much. After all, there must be a demon when things go wrong, and the proverbs left by the ancestors, full of poetry and books, are as rigid and pedantic as Lord Zhang, and it is estimated that they have already quietly established it as a guideline.

It's just that this time he really thinks too much.

If it weren't for the lessons and guidance, His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan would not have bothered to come to this realm full of poor scholars.

If others dared to teach him how to do and what not to do, I am afraid that he would have been dragged all the way to the Xuanjia Camp with a rope tied to the tail of the horse for the new soldiers to practice and sprint, but now it is not someone else who teaches him so carefully, it is Song Yuxun.

It is the Holy One today.

It is the backbone of the great country.

It is the sustenance of thousands of people.

is his most admired brother Song Yuchen since he was a child.

Because of this, he couldn't help but listen to Song Yuxun's words, and the few gray hairs he saw yesterday were still dangling in front of his eyes, and he really couldn't walk the dog and play with the birds at home without heart after listening to so many bitter admonitions.

Although he had made some preparations when he set off, and he thought that he should be fine, but when he really saw the folds that were piled up and were about to hit the beams, Song Yuchen still inevitably had a headache, and it took a long time before he decided to find a bookcase with a slightly less fold and sit down.

Then he reached out and pulled out one of the books, and the moment his fingertips retracted it, the stack of folds that had been stacked on top of each other in an incredible way fell down with a clatter, along with the papers.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who was holding a thin fold in one hand, was silent in the face of the mess on the ground and the small people who hurried to hear the sound.

The moment the eyes met, the two were silent.

However, the king of Zhennan is the king of Zhennan after all, and the panic is blocked by his thick face like a city wall, and he can't reveal it at all.

After a pause, Song Yuchen mobilized his appearance of five people and six people, and even showed a smile that could be talked about a little gently, and said calmly without changing his face, "Why did you come back again, did you leave something behind?" ”

The little guy opened his mouth dryly, but fortunately he reacted quickly after being dazed for a moment, and said with a big tongue, "No, nothing, Lord Wang, you look slowly, if there is any document that you can't find, just call me, I, I, I...... I won't bother you with your business. ”

After saying it upside down, his cheeks were already tense, and the rotten bookish aura on his face disappeared, like a stormtrooper who was ready to die for his country at any time.

The expression is quite in place, but it's a pity that the body is too narrow, and the back is too bent, at least not enough to be under his command.

The general of the Xuanjia battalion unceremoniously made a comment in his heart, seeing that his nervous appearance was a little pitiful and a little annoying, so he waved his hand, "Got it, go down." ”

The little servant forgot even the answer this time, turned around and ran away quickly, and determined that he would not come back until His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan left this door, no matter what movement he heard.

Finally couldn't hear the footsteps in his ears, Song Yuchen looked back at the mess all over the ground, his face distorted slightly, he thought for two seconds briefly, and then decided to pretend that nothing had happened, and spread out the fold in his hand.

This is an excerpt from Yongxian County, which traveled thousands of miles to send to Kyoto, but it is full of dispensable nonsense such as "the new apples are crisp and sweet, and I will send you two baskets to go over another day".

Song Yuchen swept over at a glance, and saw a line of very small words after the rambling tirade - the land under the jurisdiction of the minister has recently flowed into some unidentified displaced people, but after the minister's careful control, he did not let it make trouble, please rest assured. Greetings St. Ann.

Seeing this, Song Yuchen casually threw aside the fold that did not match the preface, and silently picked up the tea cup in front of him and brought it to his lips.

"That's a lot of nonsense." His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan thought impatiently, "It seems that the order to eliminate redundant officials cannot be delayed any longer, what is the use of such moths under his hands except to annoy people." ”