Soon, Guan Shangshu brought the second batch of people he had selected.

Compared with the first thin album, which only had a dozen pages, this time it was obviously much thicker, with hundreds of pages.

Dill looked through it with little interest, and this time Nanlin always stood aside and didn't say a word.

Compared with the first time he tried to find a thorn, this time he seemed to be extraordinarily quiet, as if he had stopped thinking about it since the last conversation with Dill.

However, Dill still didn't choose anyone, without any reason, without any excuses, Dill directly threw the album to Guan Shangshu.

Guan Shangshu, who was holding the heavy album, was a little at a loss, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty is still not satisfied, the minister will go ...... again."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dill's "no need".

Seeing that Guan Shangshu was still about to open his mouth to persuade him, Dill glared at him with some displeasure, and his eyes implied the majesty of the superior, and silently stopped Guan Shangshu's unspoken words.

Probably because the original owner was naturally disgusted with these things, just after reading more than 100 portraits of men of all kinds, Dill felt a little stuffy and uncomfortable in her mind.

So, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he closed his eyes.

Dill felt the person next to her slowly walk behind her, and then a pair of broad hands caressed the sides of her temples, pressing with moderate force, and the technique was very skillful.

With the man's massage, the strings in Dill's brain gradually relaxed, and the frowning brow gradually relaxed.

The days and months are long in the palace.

It will not be the same as the original owner, running like a working machine every day. All the routines and rests of dill are based on personal preference, and they are naturally and leisurely.

On weekdays, in addition to a whim, there will be a noon or afternoon court, except for doing something that no one knows about in the imperial study, except for occasionally remembering the heroine to see her dynamics, dill's days in the palace are almost no longer interesting.

After a certain concubine comprehended the essence of dill's "capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped", she did not let the heroine feel better.

Not only was the original position of assistant director of the imperial dining room dismissed, but he was also assigned to the Xin Zhifang, who was doing the dirtiest and most tiring work. What laundry, feeding pigs, chopping wood, and cleaning the latrine have all become possible jobs for the heroine.

Because of the deviation of the development trajectory, the heroine's vision is also limited to a small Xin Zhifang, and she can no longer care about any crooked thoughts about dill.

All day long I think about how to please the palace people in charge, how to be as lazy as possible, how to complete the daily work and eat.

Such a heroine is already so ordinary that she can't be ordinary anymore, and after a few times, Dill loses the interest of continuing to pay attention, and is only paid attention to by the system, and she doesn't have to tell herself about it.

However, the calm and waveless days did not last long, and even if the trajectory of the small world was slightly deviated by the intervention of dill, the wheels of the big background still continued to spin.

Unlike the original owner, who advocated force, he fought for many years, and attacked the surrounding countries almost continuously.

Dill is peace-loving, (in fact, it feels troublesome and does not want to suffer from the fatigue of the boat and the baptism of fire.) There was no action for five full months after the original master took over the first country.

However, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will always find itself.

There was a large-scale conflict on the border between Tianyao and Beimu, and Beimu launched a sneak attack on Tianyao by taking advantage of the disappearance of one of his deputy commanders in the Tianyao realm, resulting in the loss of half of the soldiers guarding the border and heavy casualties among the people.