The Holy Shrine has set up the Wenying Palace, and all the folds of the courtiers below have to pass this pass first.

Jiang Muyuan didn't go to the early court, and the next morning, seeing that the hour was almost up, he went straight to Wenying Palace.

The early morning has just dispersed, and only a few waiters in the Wenying Hall are busy, wiping the tables and chairs again, preparing hot tea, His Royal Highness and the ministers have different tastes, and they must be separated according to their preferences.

Jiang Muyuan waited for a while, and then saw Sun Qi and the others coming.

Greeting each other, the windows of Wenyingdian were wide open, the sun was just right, and the inside was bright.

Sun Qi sat down and took a sip of tea first: "A-Yuan came really early." ”

Jiang Muyuan smiled.

It was still Master Fu who was sitting in the hall today, he saluted Jiang Muyuan, and did not mention the secret conversation in the study yesterday, and turned his head to talk about the events of the early dynasty.

It's like this every day, and everyone is on track.

The imperial study sent the excerpts after the instructions, and Master Fu let several His Highnesses look at them, and they also looked at them, and then distributed six copies, what to do.

The six departments also have the newly presented excerpts in their hands, which are separated by priority and wait for the next comment.

Jiang Muyuan watched the chamberlains and officials go in and out, and when everything was properly divided, he took out the fold he wrote last night without hurrying.

"I also have an excerpt to present." Jiang Muyuan said.

A room full of people looked up at him, more than a dozen pairs of eyes, all puzzled.

Sun Qi sneered and smiled: "You have an excerpt, you go to the imperial study later and hand it over directly to your father." ”

Jiang Muyuan said: "The rules are not suitable, you can't cross here." ”

Sun Qi didn't understand Jiang Muyuan.

Wenyingdian discusses politics and selects all the excerpts.

Urgent, urgent, or if everyone cannot reach a consensus, they will be sent to the imperial study in batches; If you can agree on it yourself, you will stamp it here, and let the subordinates do it, but for five days or ten days, the excerpt of the previous general description will be shown to the saint; And those excerpts that have nothing to say and don't make sense of bullshit, just hit it back and rewrite it.

Jiang Muyuan writes excerpts, he will never be idle to find trouble, his identity is here, even if it is not an urgent excerpt, everyone knows it, and they will send him to the imperial study on the same day.

It's all going to be sent in, what's the difference between Jiang Muyuan sending it by himself and going around with them?

According to Sun Qi's opinion, his father and emperor are so important to Jiang Muyuan, as long as it is a serious matter, it is not important to count whether he has passed the Wenying Palace.

Jiang Muyuan is very honest today.

Master Fu felt that it was not a big deal, so he simply made a round, smiled and took Jiang Muyuan's excerpt, and did not put it directly in the urgent box, but opened it to see.

"Ahem...... Master Fu was careless and choked.

He took the hot hand, put it down, took the teacup and drank it, and stroked his chest to breathe.

Ji Shangshu sat at the bottom of Master Fu, and when he saw this, he was also curious, and picked up the fold and looked at the two lines......

Advance and retreat are not.

He didn't want to comment, so he had an idea, followed the example of Master Fu, pounded his chest and coughed.

The fold was set aside again.

The six ministers here, who doesn't know that Ji Shangshu is smiling on weekdays, but he is actually very shrewd, even he has such a reaction, even if they are curious, they don't come up to pick up the post.

Sun Zhen was too curious to suppress, his gaze shifted from Master Fu to Ji Shangshu, and muttered, "What is this writing?" ”

He reached out to get it, and Sun Qi got close and got it first.

Sun Qi looked down, the corners of his lips twitched: "That's the, Ah Yuan, you still have a guilty plea?" ”

Jiang Muyuan pointed out and said: "Your Highness, this is an excerpt of self-examination, not an excerpt of asking for sin. ”

Sun Qi was dumbfounded, and said for a while: "Okay......"

Sun Zhen couldn't bear it anymore, passed over a few imperial brothers, leaned in and glanced at it, and then sighed: "Do you have to introspect when you kill the captives?" A-Yuan, what are you doing with those? ”

Jiang Muyuan sipped his tea and said slowly: "Cha Sheng and Guan Li, the two imperial histories, the excerpts are written impassionedly and crying blood, although I have different ideas from them, I still explain two sentences, so as not to make them angry." ”

Jiang Muyuan is not good for these two imperial histories, but he still remembers the names on the excerpt of impeachment.

The ministers here are all transparent people.

Cha Sheng, Guan Li's impeachment excerpts, how long ago was it, those two excerpts are now in the imperial study, why did the little grandfather see it, they knew it when they thought about it.

It can't be a joke for the little grandfather, right......

Today's introspective excerpt must also be required by the saints, and then it is favored, then it is an uncle and nephew, and it is also a monarch and minister.

The little grandfather sent the excerpt to Wenying Palace, and he was also holding his breath in his heart......

Just like what Huang Yin scolded at the court meeting that day, the soldiers in front were fighting for their lives, and there were still people in the court who had nothing to do, chilling.

The saint knows how to deal with the war, but the imperial history has been folded over and over again, and he has to say that the little grandfather can't go beyond the saint, but the unhappiness in his heart is also true.

It's just that, after all, it's an old sesame rotten grain, and the saint will take it out again, and the deep meaning must not be thought about more.

Jiang Muyuan guessed by the ministers.

He and the Holy One have been uncles and nephews of two generations, and he knows the temper of the Holy One.

This matter is a beating, but it is also Jiang Muyuan's undeserved impeachment and grievances, if he is not at all temperamental, it will make the saint feel that he is at a loss.

Jiang Muyuan pretended to glance at Sun Rui inadvertently.

Sun Rui just frowned slightly, looking very helpless about this fold, and then took the fold from Sun Zhen's hand and put it in the box.

"Let's send these first." Sun Rui said.

No one wants to get involved in this uncle and nephew, and when Sun Rui said this, no one stopped him.

Xiao Nei answered, and went to the imperial study with a cigarette in his hand.

The saint didn't rest well last night, and he was a little tired today, so he didn't look at the fold immediately after the next day, but sat on the big chair and closed his eyes for a while.

Father-in-law Han sent the box up, took out the fold inside, and put it on the big case.

Only then did the saint cheer up, moved the fold and flipped through it at will, and saw Jiang Muyuan's handwriting at a glance.

"Why didn't A-Yuan send it himself?" The saint asked casually, and he didn't want others to answer, and when he opened the fold, he was full of "shame", "pain", and "self-reflection" and laughed angrily.

The whole book is full of sincerity and emotion, and while he admits that he is insufficient, he is also a little unconvinced.

The saint spread out his fold, hooked his lips and snorted: "Why didn't he just write a majestic and sonorous essay for me?" Who is this temper with! Neither An Yang nor Jiang Shiyu have this character. ”

Han Gonggong could hear it, and the saint was talking about it, but he wasn't necessarily really angry.

He smiled and said, "Who else can you follow, the little prince said, the nephew is like an uncle, and the little grandfather is following your temperament." ”

The saint was stunned, and then chuckled lightly: "Yes, A-Yuan's temper is with me." ”