The Devil King of Fast Wear Was a Little Sweet

Chapter 540 Her Majesty's Conspiracy Against the Prime Minister (14)

But today, seeing that she would still tease him, Ji Wenyuan was relieved.

This feeling is very strange!

When will he feel at ease because of her teasing?

This is impossible, it must be because of her actions today, which made him feel that she was a bit difficult to control...

Ji Wenyuan's expression became complicated.

And here, when Xia Ling saw the third little flower, it became brighter again, and the smile on her lips became more charming.

Raising his hand, he stroked the hair scattered around his face behind his ear.

"Ji Aiqing, since you have nothing to do, I will trouble you with these memorials. I'm bored, let's go for a walk."

Her tone was calm, still extremely capricious.

But Ji Wenyuan finally found a familiar feeling from her.

"The minister is terrified."

He lowered his eyes, wishing that the empress would go out quickly, this scarlet memorial was really a serious worry in his heart.

*

Seeing his calm appearance, Xia Ling smiled and moved out of the upper study.

Long Jia followed.

The noisy voices went away, and after sitting back on the desk, Ji Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He read the memorial and hid it in his sleeve, ready to take it out of the palace.

The original memorial of Dayan Kingdom must have passed through the hands of the Prime Minister and the Empress.

But now, he holds the position of prime minister and is responsible for ghostwriting the memorial. He is really under one person and above ten thousand people.

Ji Wenyuan was planning a job here, so he calmed down and reviewed the memorials one by one.

*

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the study room.

Ji Wenyuan put down the vermilion pen, pretended to be here to help the empress write the memorial, and let the outsiders in.

"I met Prime Minister Ji." Lin Lang saluted.

Ji Wenyuan stood up and returned the salute: "General Linlang is polite, I wonder if this is General Linlang?"

In the study room, general female generals are not allowed to come without authorization, unless they are ordered by the empress.

Lin Lang smiled, "Your Majesty ordered the Polygonatum odoratum among the twelve faces, and ordered the minister to come down and bring a book of calligraphy and painting to add to the fun. Don't blame the prime minister for disturbing the prime minister's copying of the memorial."

"Your Majesty nodded to attend the bed?" Ji Wenyuan frowned.

Lin Lang: "Exactly. After last night, Your Majesty finally let go of his knots and is ready to speak out for me. It's really a good thing for the whole world to celebrate..."

Lin Lang was really happy that the empress could think about it and accept the male concubine.

There's no reason why a female emperor doesn't favor a male concubine, it's not a problem if the harem is empty... there must be someone who will succeed her.

But while speaking, Lin Lang's face darkened when she saw Ji Wenyuan.

Thinking of what happened last night, she was solemn again: "Prime Minister! Your Majesty will never forget the sacrifice you made for Da Yan."

"...It is my honor to share your majesty's worries." Ji Wenyuan responded with a smile, still as gentle as jade.

The change of face was so fast that Lin Lang wondered if she saw Ji Wenyuan's face turned dark just now, was it her illusion?

Ji Wenyuan: "Where is Your Majesty now?"

Lin Lang: "Your Majesty, I'm currently in the Chunlu Palace, waiting for the jade bamboo to take a bath... Ha, how dare I talk about the king's affairs? Lin Lang made a mistake!"

She clasped her fists at Ji Wenyuan again, and pulled out a good calligraphy and painting box from the shelf beside her.

The carved pattern is extraordinary, and the collection inside must be excellent calligraphy and painting.

Lin Lang left, remembering to close the door for him.

Sitting alone in the upper study.

Ji Wenyuan lowered his eyes and clenched his hands tightly beside him.

And he pressed it hard, and raised the ink pen.

The vermilion pen was held in the hand, and there was a creaking sound because it was tightened hard.

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