Ming Wuyou didn't know why she could be so confident, but she just knew that Murong Yu would not be attracted to any woman except herself.
In his previous life, he was so indifferent to him, and he wouldn't even look at others, let alone now?
"Okay, okay, you are right, he will not be snatched away!" Yun Ziheng said with a smile: "I am going to the Ministry of Finance later, and His Highness will go there. Do you want to follow and have a look?"
"Is that okay?" Ming Wuyou's eyes lit up: "I won't disturb you?"
"Of course not, but you can't go there dressed like this." Yun Ziheng joked, "If others see it, they will say that I took my sister to work and neglected my duties."
"I'll change into my boy's uniform!" Ming Wuyou said sensibly, "Just pretend to be your eldest brother's boy, and I'll change right away!"
When changing clothes in the wing, Ming Wuyou suddenly thought that the last time Yun Zichen took him to the household department to look for his elder brother, he happened to meet Murong Yu. Could it be that his elder brother also arranged it in advance?
Suddenly, Ming Wuyou felt that the big brother Yun Ziheng was so considerate.
Those stingy shortcomings make people feel cute.
After changing his clothes, Ming Wuyou asked Caiyue to prepare two cakes and his own tea, and took them with him into the carriage.
Yun Ziheng glanced at the exquisite tea can, "What is that?"
"Tea!" Ming Wuyou said very politely: "I prepared it myself. When I get back, I will ask Caiyue to give one to my brother. If he likes it, I will keep giving it to him from now on."
Yun Ziheng smiled: "Okay."
He slowly opened the folding fan and swayed gently.
When Ming Wuyou saw the landscape painting on the fan, he suddenly thought of the fan he made for Murong Yu, which was "Joining the Army", and then thought of the words he found in the rockery on the day of the Flower Festival.
She asked tentatively: "Brother, is the expert who helped me write the calligraphy the Imperial Academy of the Imperial Academy?"
"I heard that there are some Hanlin bachelors who are really good at handwriting." Ming Wuyou named a few people, "Isn't that expert one of them?"
Yun Ziheng's eyes paused for a moment before he smiled and said, "No, that man is a military commander."
"Ah?" Ming Wuyou raised his eyebrows: "The military commander's handwriting is also written with such dignity!?"
"Yes." Yun Ziheng nodded, "He is not old, but he studied under famous masters, so his handwriting is very unique and his character is very good. Why do you suddenly ask this, what other handwriting do you want?"
"No..." Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "I just asked casually."
However, there was some speculation in her mind.
Although he is a young military commander, he studied under famous masters.
These messages all seemed to point to that person - Yun Zimo.
According to her knowledge in her previous life, Yun Zimo studied under Lu Zhaotang, a famous calligrapher of the time, and his calligraphy was among the best among the talented young men in Beijing.
There were many young ladies who broke their heads trying to get a word from him.
It's just that as a military commander, Yun Zimo seldom wrote or wrote, and very few calligraphy and paintings were circulated.
Why is he writing for himself quietly now?
"Take a turn and you'll reach the household department." At this time, Yun Ziheng raised the car curtain and said.
Ming Wuyou was so excited thinking about meeting Murong Yu that he immediately put this trivial matter behind him for the time being.
In the official office of the Ministry of Personnel, officials were very busy.
Yun Ziheng led Ming Wuyou all the way inside, and the officials he met hurriedly saluted Yun Ziheng.
When we arrived at the courtyard where we talked about the snow disaster last time, before we entered, Murong Yu's gloomy voice came from inside: "Can't we do it? The imperial court raised you just to wait for you to say this? Get out!"
An official crawled out of it and knelt down in the corridor.
"Every year the officialdom is purged, and every year there are those officials who do nothing. How do you evaluate them? What is the evaluation standard? Money?"
"Whoever gives more money will have better political performance, right?!"
"What do you think this official office is?"
"Prince Regent, please calm down, I will die!"
All the officials in the hall fell to their knees.
Ming Wuyou followed the half-opened window and saw Murong Yu's gloomy face: "In addition to asking me to calm down, you are waiting to die because you feel that I can't live without you, and I will have to bow my head like you sooner or later, right?
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"Come here, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs has neglected his duties and is thrown into the sky prison. He will be executed after three days."
"The remaining accomplices will all be sent to Ningyuan and will never be allowed to return to Beijing!"
"Yes." Leng Xiao responded and led the imperial guards to drag away the kneeling officials outside.
There was a cry for mercy in the whole courtyard, but Murong Yu's cold face was not moved at all.
Yun Ziheng said calmly: "Princess Liyang was very dissatisfied when her property was confiscated, so she stirred up trouble in the court. These officials were all ordered by her to stir up trouble."
"But what she did was flawless, and she couldn't find any evidence."
"Yes." Ming Wuyou responded lightly. Things in the officialdom are inherently complicated. Princess Liyang has been through three dynasties. Although she is extravagant and licentious, she still has a certain foundation in the court.
No wonder Murong Yu is so busy recently.
He was determined to stabilize the government, but someone secretly caused a stumbling block.
Ming Wuyou's eyes felt distressed.
At this moment, Murong Yu glanced this way tiredly, and met Ming Wuyou's gaze.
Murong Yu was startled for a moment. For a moment, his eyes were filled with surprise and joy, but he frowned again in an instant.
He quickly stood up and came to Ming Wuyou's side, and said hesitantly: "You...have seen everything?"
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded and held his hand, "Those people take the salary from the court but don't do things properly. They are simply troublemakers in the court. They should be dealt with mercilessly to avoid bringing down the entire government."
Murong Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
He was a little afraid that Ming Wuyou wouldn't like his cold-blooded and irritable look just now, but it was obvious that he was overthinking it.
"Are you done now?" Ming Wuyou asked, shaking the food box in front of Murong Yu's eyes: "Can I have something to eat?"
Before Murong Yu could speak, Yun Ziheng on the side said: "Of course, I will take care of the rest. Your Highness, please rest for a while."
"That's good."
Ming Wuyou led Murong Yu to the side room where they rested last time by familiar means. He rolled up his sleeves and planned to make tea for Murong Yu.
Unfortunately, the teapot in the house contained cold water.
Leng Xiao quickly said: "Girl, wait a moment, my subordinate will send someone to bring hot water."
"Yes." Ming Wuyou nodded, took out the pastries from the food box, and placed them on the Eight Immortals' table.
Murong Yubian just watched her movements quietly.
After Leng Xiao brought the hot water, Ming Wuyou thanked him, took out the tea cup he had prepared, brewed a cup of homemade refreshing fragrant tea, and sent it to Murong Yu: "This tea is the same as what I gave to Aunt Bai earlier.
Mom’s is not the same, drink some and try it.”
"……good."
Murong Yu responded, but he had no intention of drinking tea or eating.
He reached out with his hand and pulled Ming Wuyou into his lap, "You're here to see me?" This chapter has been completed!