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Yun Yao waited in the carriage for a long time, and on the way, a little eunuch came over with a charcoal stove, saying that Lord Jin was worried that she was cold, so he ordered someone to bring a charcoal stove, and brought a lot of snacks over, all of which she loved to eat.

Yun Yao had just eaten enough at Shangguan He, and she wasn't really hungry, but the dim sum was exquisite, and she still ate some, which was very delicious.

After being bored for a while, another little eunuch ran over, saying that King Jin ordered someone to find a painting book in the imperial study, and specially moved it for her to look at it to relieve her boredom.

Yun Yao's heart is warm, the story of the painting book is not a vulgar book, the story is rich and interesting, quite to her appetite, one of the stories is a myth, it is said that a nine-tailed demon fox fell in love with a Taoist priest, the partial Taoist priest took it as his mission to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and finally stabbed the demon fox, under serious injury, the demon fox lost his memory, and the Taoist priest was originally the god of the nine heavens, and the two met again after a thousand years, but the demon fox did not recognize the god and was with others.

The story is quite sad, Yun Yao was inexplicably poked into the tear duct, crying nose and tears, crying, and fell asleep.

When Hua Yueran came out of the palace, the sky began to drift with light snow, and the snowflakes were light and fell on his palm, cool and silky.

The roof of the carriage has been covered with snowflakes, perhaps because the temperature inside the carriage is quite high, so that the falling half of the snowflakes have melted.

As soon as the coachman saw him coming, he hurriedly got up and saluted, Hua Yueran waved his hand, signaled him not to speak, and lifted the curtain and entered the car alone.

It was freezing outside, but it was warm inside, Yun Yao was leaning back on the soft couch, and the painting book was stretched out and covered on the face.

He walked over and took the notebook away, and saw that her eyelashes were closed, and if she was really asleep, her eyelashes were still wet.

Hua Yueran raised her eyebrows slightly, why are you still crying?

casually flipped through the drawing book, and couldn't help but feel funny, and then felt that the drawing book in the future must find a comedy to show her, otherwise how many tears would she have to lose if she cried a book of reading?

Pulling the plush blanket over him, he said, "Let's get started, don't rush to the road, don't wake up your master." ”

The coachman replied that his master had never treated the servant well before, and of course he didn't dare to let him come in to bake the fire, so the master stuffed him with a hand stove, hehe, it was really warm.

The carriage moved gently and slowly moved forward.

Although the movement was slight, Yun Yao still woke up, rubbed her eyes and glanced at Hua Yueran and said vaguely: "It's finally back." ”

He sat down beside her, and she immediately leaned into his arms and glared in confusion: "What did the old emperor say to you, so long. ”

"No more sleeping?" He wrapped her in a blanket and took her into his arms.

"I'm still a little sleepy, but it doesn't stop you from talking." Yun Yao found a comfortable posture and opened her mouth vaguely.

"Ask me to be the three ministers." He kissed her on the lips and opened his mouth shallowly.

"Three ministers? What is that position? Yun Yao went through it in her mind, and it seemed that there was no such position since ancient times.

"The Criminal Department, the Military Department, and the Household Department are all under my control."

Yun Yao is a little sober up at this time, the sixth department still has to talk about it here, the Ministry of Industry is called the Ministry of Construction according to its current name, but all the major construction matters are in charge of this department. The Ministry of Rites is in charge of celebrations, sacrifices, and the like, in short, propaganda.