Chapter 537 Her Majesty's Rebellious Prime Minister (11)

They are fresh and unique in front of her.

"Understood." Xia Ling responded.

As for the task, I can always come up with some solutions.

*

Early morning on the second day.

According to the habit of the original owner, Xia Ling listened to what the courtiers reported and made some decisions.

After that, Ji Wenyuan tacitly stayed behind.

Xia Ling was catching up on sleep in the upper study, and Ji Wenyuan helped her review the memorial.

A plate of ambergris was burning in the corner of the upper study room. The gentle smell was like what Ji Wenyuan smelled on the woman's hair yesterday, but the smell of ambergris was mixed with little perilla, and there were more of it on the ground. tenderness.

The door to the upper study room has been closed since the two of them entered.

Everyone knew that Her Majesty the Empress was very fond of Prime Minister Ji, and would keep Prime Minister Ji waiting in the upper study for several hours every day to discuss state affairs.

But they don't know, because Ji Wenyuan is very "easy to use" and can imitate Nihuang's handwriting.

Nihuang used her hand, and simply gave him all the memorials to approve, and stayed idle in the study by herself.

Today's Dayan Kingdom is a peaceful and prosperous age, and Ji Wenyuan helped her approve it for a year and a half. After the approval, he would select some important things to tell her.

So, so far, no one has noticed that it was not their Majesty who worked so hard to review the memorial, but the gentle and polite Prime Minister Ji.

With the convenience of reviewing the memorial, Ji Wenyuan did a lot for himself.

*

Xia Ling is familiar with the plot and Ji Wenyuan's character.

If she wanted to work hard, she should put Ji Wenyuan, the prime minister, into the dungeon for a thorough investigation.

But all things boom and bust.

Dayan Kingdom seems to be prosperous now, but women are more successful than men when they are in power, forming cliques for personal gain, buying and selling officials.

In the court, the means of fighting back and forth are particularly dark and private.

On the surface, flowers are blooming like brocades, but behind the scenes, the female officials treat human life like nothing, and they bully men very much.

It is better to let Ji Wenyuan overthrow such a big country, but the people will be happy.

The original owner committed suicide by taking poison himself.

As long as Xia Ling doesn't commit suicide, can't he still live?

If he survived, wouldn't he have the hope of attacking Ji Wenyuan?

*

Light and bright, quaint upper den.

The copy is made of high-quality black sunken wood, cut from a single piece, on which there are pen holders, paperweights, and the stack of memorials.

Behind the copybook, Ji Wenyuan was dressed in a black prime minister's robe, sitting upright with a touch of dignity.

His eyes were calm, he was holding the ink pen, flipping through the memorial, and from time to time the ink pen was written off.

Apart from wearing a dragon robe in such a picture, Ji Wenyuan already had a vague aura of an emperor.

Xia Ling sat on the ebony couch, leaning against the big back.

After glancing at Ji Wenyuan, she closed her eyes again, her expression slightly sleepy.

"Ji Aiqing, I'll sleep for a while, there's nothing important, don't call me."

Under the light, the woman's snow-white complexion was particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the bright yellow dragon robe.

She has a high crown on her head and a dragon robe with five-clawed golden dragon embroidered thread.

Just like that, she leaned against the couch in front of him without avoiding suspicion.

The elegant demeanor on that body is still imprinted in her bones.

She speaks and does things loosely, but her appearance has always made people feel that she is beautiful in everything, and she is very casual and elegant.

"Your Majesty, didn't you rest well last night?" Ji Wenyuan's eyes fell on the woman.

He was yesterday, although it only really happened once with her.

However, that time he was a little out of control, and the force was a little heavy. Now that the night has passed, the scars will not disappear.