Chapter 5: Shang Yi Who Makes Things (5)

The rooster crowed three times, and the sky was slightly bright.

There was a sound of rustling footsteps from far and near, the thick yellow curtain was carefully lifted, and outside the pale golden gauze tent, a person bent down respectfully.

"Your Majesty, it's time"

Dill frowned impatiently and turned around, showing no sign of waking up.

Seeing this, the palace maid leaned forward again and said in a slight voice: "Your Majesty, it's time."

Dill suddenly opened her eyes, and the mist in her sleepy eyes quickly dissipated, and the fierce cold burst out unabashedly.

Under such a gaze, the palace maid standing aside felt her calves tremble slightly.

Before she could react, a cold voice came.

"Roll"

The dill who accepted the memory knew that the original owner was a good emperor who was diligent and loved the people, and he would wake up before midnight every day to start practicing martial arts, and when he arrived, he would go to the early dynasty.

Thunder and thunder every day, rain or shine.

However, Dill does not intend to grieve herself in order to complete the task.

The heavens and the earth are big, and the emperor is the biggest. Since the whole world is hers, it is up to her to decide when she will take a break in the future.

As for the early dynasty, Xiao Dill said that if she couldn't wake up on time that day, it would be fine.

Silently watching the dill sleep lazy system "......"

"System Log: My host is so capricious, and the character will collapse when it is said, and there is no trace of defense"

So, in the morning of the day, all the ministers were released for the first time.

The great eunuch standing next to the Jinluan seat looked at the empty dragon chair and then at the ministers of different colors at the bottom of the stairs, and smiled secretly in his heart, but his face did not show it at all.

At the end of the morning court, after everyone stood for more than two hours, he slowly paced from the side seat to the middle: "Your Majesty will definitely not come today, everyone is scattered."

Ministers "......" Tell me this after standing for so long? I'm really angry.

However, no one dared to complain about the seemingly casual but sharp gaze of the great eunuch beside the emperor, and even his face was respectful as usual.

Emperor Nanwu's iron-blooded methods were limited to her seizure of the throne, suppression of rebellions, and battlefields. In the court, in addition to the inexplicable bugs in the brains of the original owner of the heroine, she can even be regarded as a relatively amiable emperor.

However, the great eunuch beside her, that is, Nanlin, who is known as "nine thousand years old", is different.

In just one year, he climbed to the position of the chief administrator of Ouchi, and his ascent was destined to be paved with blood and white bones.

In addition to facing the original owner, he will show his simple and harmless side, and when facing others, he is naturally full of aura, and his body seems to be wrapped with a gloomy dead air, like a Shura holding a sharp blade, which can take people's lives in an instant.

Halfway through, the dill finally woke up from her sleep.

As she got out of bed and made a slight noise, two columns of maids with clothes and toiletries rushed in.

Dill glanced at them slightly, and did not refuse them to come forward to serve.

The system was a little surprised, didn't the host of her family always dislike other people's close proximity, how could they let these people serve them.

In the next second, the system got the answer.

"Nanzhi Dasha, have you forgotten what I said?"

"Heheda, host, you call me stupid, how can I remember."

"Oh" is a monophonic word, crisp and neat.