Old Man Tao and Xue Wenyu also like to listen to stories, of course, they were not interested before they met Mu Yingbao.

It feels like stories are for children.

However, since I inquired about the stories she told, it can be said that everyone around me who listened to them was addicted.

The stories she tells are really really fascinating and exciting.

The struggle for imperial power, mythical, poignant love.

Let them listen to it in a fascinate way, hear the infuriating plot, they get angry with it, and sometimes even forget that they are listening to the story. When you hear something funny, you can't be reserved and not laugh one by one.

I haven't told you a story for a few days, so when I heard that the two of them were going to tell a story, Old Man Tao and Xue Wenyu couldn't move.

The old one looked at his grandson-in-law, what does that mean, what should I do? Do you want to think of some excuse to stay and listen to the story?

Of course, Xue Wenyu immediately understood the old man's meaning, but he thought that he had just said that he would accompany him to practice the new sword spectrum.

A manly man, he has to do what he says, and he can't change his mind without discipline just because he wants to hear a story.

"Grandfather, please." Xue Wenyu was very firm and unmoved, and made a respectful gesture.

The son-in-law obviously understood what he meant, but the old man Tao hated it so much that the root of his teeth itched, and he obviously wanted to hear the story himself, but he was so uncooperative! Hmph, she's your daughter-in-law, and she can tell you when the door is closed at night, right?

Okay, you kid is ruthless!

"Well, don't get distracted, be serious, the sword has no eyes." The old man sneered as he spoke, angrily grabbing the sword on the small table and walking out.

Without waiting for Xue Wenyu to respond, Mu Yingbao remembered and reminded; "I just had dinner, and you two walked around to eliminate food and then compare."

"I know." Xue Wenyu naturally knew where the old man's resentment came from, so he said to his daughter-in-law with a smile, and grabbed his sword and walked out.

Nanzhu and Beizhu came in to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Brother Hui held Mu Yingbao's hand, and walked out happily.

"Mother, Mother, what are you talking about?" Brother Hui asked impatiently as he walked.

Mu Yingbao looked at the child beside him and told him with a smile; "Nezha is in the sea."

"Okay." Brother Hui nodded happily.

The two women entered the study of the main hall and sat opposite each other on both sides of the table.

"Mother, the son won't be polite to you." With a grin, he evenly divided the folds on the table into two parts, and pushed one of them to Mu Yingbao's hand.

Mu Yingbao rolled up her sleeves and took the top one and opened it; "It's not necessary to be polite, but aren't you worried about my review problems?"

"No, the mother's approval must be more correct than the son's." Brother Hui blurted out without hesitation.

Although Mu Yingbao had long known that this child had a lot of trust in her, she couldn't help but look up when she heard this.

Brother Hui was also looking over, and the two looked at each other.

"Mother, really, it's not the son who wants to hear the story to say compliments." Brother Hui's little face was very serious and emphasized again.

Mu Yingbao smiled helplessly and shook her head; "Son, you're wrong. That's right, I taught you that the most important thing in governing the country is to put the people first. However, that doesn't mean I'm doing everything right.

Let's put it this way, even after a few years or decades, you can't guarantee that all decisions will be the right one.

So, what to do?

Son, you just need to remember one thing, analyze the problem rationally, and then make a list of the prudent decisions that you think are appropriate, and then choose the most suitable one.

Of course, when you encounter a problem that bothers you, you don't need to worry about it yourself, you still have so many civil and military officials, don't you, listen to their opinions.

Even if we are now the king of a country and have the supreme right, we can't make a speech.

Anyway, as long as we insist that everything is based on the interests of the country and the people, the decisions we make will not be wrong. ”

"Well, the son remembers his mother's teachings." Brother Hui's big eyes were bright, and he nodded vigorously.

Every time I talk to my mother, my confidence will increase greatly, and I will feel that it is not so difficult to be this emperor.

"Let's get to work." Mu Yingbao said with a smile.

"Hmm." Brother Hui responded with a smile.

Nanzhu knocked on the door and came in to deliver flower tea, and saw the mother and son on both sides of the table, carefully reviewed the folds, put down the tea and studied ink for the mother and son.

Those who serve close to each other know that Mrs. will help the emperor review and approve the folds, and everyone knows in their hearts that this matter must be absolutely tight-lipped to the outside world.

Therefore, there is no need for Xue Wenyu to deliberately emphasize the advice, and he has never revealed any tone to the outside world.

Nanzhu studied the ink and quietly retreated.

In the study, the two occasionally exchanged opinions, and the folds on the table of an hour were finally approved.

In fact, it was Brother Hui who approved it first, and when he saw that there were still a few folds on his mother's side, he didn't take them for approval, but got up to pour tea for his mother, and then waited quietly on the side.

The mother's review of the folds was as attentive and serious as when she was treating patients.

Every now and then, Brother Hui can't help but think that if his mother comes to be the emperor of Yanguo, he will definitely do better than himself.

Not only is he the emperor of Yanguo, but also other countries, and the same.

"Alright, done." Mu Yingbao put down the pen in his hand, did not close the fold immediately, just approved, the ink has not yet dried.

"Mother, either or don't tell stories today, you are pregnant with little brothers and sisters, and you need to rest." Brother Hui really wanted to hear the story, but looking at the reviews on the table, and then looking at the time, he said distressedly.

I already knew that this child was sensible, and Mu Yingbao was relieved at the same time, but she was distressed.

"Your mother and I are not made of tofu, how can we be so squeamish. What's more, storytelling is to move the lips, what's the struggle. It's a big deal, I'll just get some more sleep tomorrow morning. I don't have to get up early to go to court, no one dares to call me to get up even if I am sleepy, and no one dares to chew the root of my tongue. Mu Yingbao said as she got up.

Brother Hui smiled, helped her to walk to the side of the Luohan couch, and thoughtfully took a soft cushion for her to cushion her waist.

"Okay, son, sit down quickly, you've been in the court all day." Mu Yingbao said distressedly.

Brother Hui didn't rush to sit down, but went to the small coffee table, brought a few plates of snacks, made a new pot of tea, poured a flower tea for his mother, and then sat on the other side of the couch.

"Mother, is Nezha the Nezha you used to talk about in Journey to the West?" Brother Hui thought about it and asked.

"Yes, that's it, it's just that the protagonist in Journey to the West is Sun Wukong, as well as his master and several junior disciples. I'm going to tell you about it today, the protagonist is Nezha......"

Late autumn night, quiet.

Old Man Tao and Xue Wenyu, who returned to the Heart Cultivation Hall in sweat, stood in the courtyard, looked at the dark Xinuan Pavilion, and then looked at the main hall that was shining with light.

"Why don't you go sit with me first?" Xue Wenyu's soft suggestion made Old Man Tao feel a little surprised, but he was quickly relieved.

Nod and follow.

Such years are quiet, so good that people don't want to live the kind of life they used to live again.

However, the calm in front of him is only on the surface.

"How's that going? This is not to be careless. Entering the house and sitting down, Old Man Tao remembered and asked.

I know that Mu Yingbao has high medical skills, but a woman's childbirth is like a ghost door closed, and she can't be careless.

Wen Po must be prepared, and he must be prepared for someone to fight Wen Po's idea, after all, there are still those unwilling things in the secret who are waiting for the opportunity to be eager to try......