89, I will give the emperor a marriage when I go back
Murong Yu said coldly: "A hundred times."
"Ah——" Murong Yuanhao screamed and begged: "Uncle, please spare my life. I will die if you copy it a hundred times. I will really die!"
Seeing Murong Yu turning around to leave, Murong Yuanhao immediately turned to Ming Wuyou and cried: "Sister, save me!"
Murong Yu frowned slightly.
Murong Yuanhao seemed to understand something and immediately shouted: "It's not sister, it's aunt, aunt, save me, save me!"
"Auntie Huang! Save me!"
"..."
Ming Wuyou chuckled in his heart, and was elated by the Royal Aunt's shout.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if we didn't save such a sensible kid?
"Your Highness——"
Ming Wuyou was about to speak, but he didn't want to think of Yun Ziheng's voice behind him: "Your Majesty, please don't shout randomly!"
Yun Ziheng had a smile on his face and a gentle voice: "Miss Ming is Zi Heng's younger sister, not some royal aunt."
Murong Yu didn't say anything, but his eyes turned to Yun Ziheng, with a coldness of unknown meaning.
"Oh, your sister?!" Murong Yuanhao put his hands on his hips: "Your surname is Yun, and her surname is Ming. How come she is your sister? Did you recognize them halfway?!"
Yun Ziheng:……
Murong Yuanhao frowned and said: "I just like this sister to be the emperor's aunt for me. Why, Yun Aiqing, do you have any objections? I want - no, I want to remind you, I am the emperor!"
"..." Yun Ziheng was silent for a moment and said softly: "I don't dare to have any opinions."
"That's ridiculous!" Murong Yuanhao raised his chin, "Why don't you quickly help me beg my uncle for mercy? A hundred times this will cost me my life!"
Yun Ziheng turned to Murong Yu: "Wei Chen is asking for a favor from the emperor."
That gesture was somewhat diffuse and perfunctory.
"Hey -" Murong Yuanhao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, they all bully me for being a child, and they all want to lie on my head!"
"Uh huh, Aunt Huang, Aunt Huang, please save me. You are the only one who treats me well. Please save me quickly——"
Ming Wuyou, who was on the side, pulled Murong Yu's sleeve and whispered: "A hundred times is quite a lot, can it be less?"
Murong Yu frowned.
Ming Wuyou shook his arm, "For the sake of... I saved His Highness and bandaged His wounds just now, okay?"
Murong Yuanhao also quickly said: "Uncle Emperor, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to run around again!"
"..."
Murong Yu glanced at him and said, "Eighty times, no bargaining allowed, go and copy it immediately!"
"Eighty--" Murong Yuanhao had a sad face.
Looking at Murong Yu and Ming Wuyou leaving, Leng Xiao advised: "If Miss Ming hadn't spoken, His Highness might have added a hundred times to the Emperor. Just accept it as you like and go and copy it peacefully."
"Hmph!" Murong Yuanhao curled his lips and said, "Uncle Huang is becoming more and more cruel and inhumane now. If you do it a hundred times, my hand will be cut off!"
"My little ancestor!" Leng Xiao quickly covered his mouth and said with a cold sweat on his forehead: "Why do you dare to say anything now? You have really angered His Highness and made you copy books and kneel every day for the next six months."
"Let me go, let me go!" Murong Yuanhao pushed Leng Xiao's hand away from his mouth and said angrily: "Do you think I like to annoy him? Who wants the emperor's uncle to be a piece of dead ice every day?
Face!"
"If you're annoyed, at least you can look at other colors!"
"But..." Murong Yuanhao suddenly touched his chin and laughed like a little adult: "That beauty sister is so beautiful, much prettier than the emperor's painting. Is she really your sister?"
Murong Yuanhao looked at Yun Ziheng.
Yun Ziheng nodded: "If it's fake, it will be replaced."
"Then she is the daughter of the King of War? That's great. I will marry the emperor's uncle when I get back. When I have the emperor's aunt, he won't stare at me every day, hahahaha——"
Leng Xiao's face was black and blue, "Your Majesty, you should first think about how to copy the policy 80 times. Your Highness will really get angry if you don't finish copying it."
…
Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu returned to the main hall.
"Is it almost time for Your Highness to take the medicine?" Ming Wuyou said, "I'll help you fry it."
"No need."
Murong Yu took her hand and asked her to sit on the round stool beside the table, "Those things are done by others."
"Then...okay." Ming Wuyou looked at him and opened the melodies to review, but there were too many melodies on the table.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but grab his sleeve: "You're injured on your right hand. With so many memorials, I don't know when I'll finish them. How can I bear the injury?"
"The memorial is very urgent. It must be sent to the inn and sent back to Beijing tonight."
You cannot refuse to file a memorial just for the sake of injury.
If it were anyone else, he would definitely not explain it like this, but this person is Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou said: "I'll help you."
"I will read the contents of the memorial to His Highness, Your Highness will tell me how to reply, and I will write down the exact words."
Ming Wuyou said seriously: "Your Highness, trust me. I will only help Your Highness write the manuscript. I will never talk too much, and I will not spread the contents of the memorial to others."
Leng Yun, who was standing aside, secretly shook his head.
I don't know whether to praise Ming Wuyou for her thoughtful idea or to call her ignorant.
The memorials were all important matters in the court, and if they could be sent to Murong Yu for approval, they were the most important things among important matters. Not to mention Ming Wuyou, even some important officials in the court were not allowed to have contact with them.
When it comes to approving memorials, as long as His Highness can sit down, it is absolutely impossible for others to do so.
Even if Ming Wuyou is not possible!
She waited for Murong Yu to reject Ming Wuyou without mercy.
But Murong Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, come and sit here."
Leng Yun was stunned.
Imperial General Murong gave up the Grand Master's chair to Ming Wuyou, and was about to ask his servants to bring another one over, but Ming Wuyou hooked his finger and said, "The chair is very wide. Your Highness, sit with me and read the memorial like this."
Hurry up."
Murong Yu took a look and saw that it was indeed spacious, so it wouldn't be a problem for two people to sit there.
Seeing that Murong Yu was not so proactive, Ming Wuyou pulled him to sit down directly, picked up the top book, and started reading.
Murong Yu's injured right hand was hanging loosely on the back of the chair, and his intact left hand was supporting his forehead, his eyes always falling on Ming Wuyou's face.
Eyelashes like crow feathers flickered, and she read the poem very seriously.
When something important happened, she would frown slightly and wait for him to speak.
If she encounters a book that accuses an official of impeachment and swears, she will helplessly shake her head and laugh.
Murong Yu occasionally replied with a "yes" and occasionally with a "discuss". For the first time, he felt that criticizing memorials was actually a very interesting and not so boring thing.
"This last notebook..." Ming Wuyou read the contents over and over again, "The official will speak for the governor of Jiangzhou."
"I feel that the governor of Jiangzhou was deceived by the people below, and the evidence collected may be false. I want Your Highness... to clear the name of the governor of Jiangzhou."
Murong Yu lazily said: "Reply to him - what Ai Qing said is true, why not let the regent let you do it."
"..." Ming Wuyou was startled, "That's it?"
"Yes." Murong's royal robe sleeves moved, he put his arm around Ming Wuyou's shoulders, held her hand, and led her to write that sentence word for word.
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment, looking at the big hand covering his hand.
His hands were not warm, but rather cold.
It is not delicate and smooth either, because I have been on the battlefield, and my fingertips and palms are covered with thin calluses.
But when you hold it, you feel very calm and your heart is filled with joy.
and--
She didn't expect that Murong Yu, with such a cold and serious temperament, would actually antagonize the minister.
And he blatantly criticized me on the memorial. This chapter has been completed!