Gu Yihan saw a disgusted expression on his daughter's little face.
I was afraid that because of her young age, she would see something she shouldn't and be frightened.
Just now, when his precious daughter was standing pitifully at the door, holding a cloth tiger in her little hands, with her black hair disheveled, like a little fairy in the dark night, Gu Yihan felt very distressed.
He thought about it and found a way to make his daughter happy.
Gu Yihan placed Gu Nuoer on the table. Under it was a pile of memorials that he had just approved.
He smiled and said: "Nobao, you just draw a coupon, and then whether you want to slap the minister who gave the coupon a few times, or fine him a monthly salary, it's all up to you, okay?"
When Gu Nuoer heard this, his little head shook faster than a rattle.
"Dad, the ministers and uncles have done nothing wrong, so don't beat them. Well, otherwise, if you choose one from the nest, dad will say a few casual greetings, and let the ministers and uncles feel your father's care!"
When Gu Yihan saw her taking the initiative, of course he nodded happily.
As long as it can divert my daughter's attention, I can do anything!
The little guy stretched out his little hand and dug under his butt. After a while, he pulled out a folding book.
Gu Yihan laughed and said: "Let daddy see who is so lucky to be caught by Nobao."
As the fold unfolded, the emperor glanced at it and his smile gradually faded away.
It turned out to be the verbose imperial censor, Mr. Zhang.
What was written on the fold was nothing else, but a three thousand word piece of advice that Mr. Zhang carefully wrote.
He eloquently told the emperor some of his concerns about the construction of waterways, and he implored the emperor to appease the people.
But for such a simple little thing, he actually wrote five or six pages.
Gu Yihan was the most annoying minister in his life!
When he saw such a bunch of words, angry veins were visible on his forehead.
Gu Nuoer in her arms pointed at the memorial with her little finger and said in a soft voice: "Wow~ Uncle Zhang wrote a lot of words~ He must be very careful!"
Gu Yihan looked down at the little guy and suppressed the rising anger.
He smiled slowly, with a cold look in his eyes: "Nobao, it seems that daddy is going to fulfill his promise and let Zhang Yushi feel daddy's care, right?"
The little guy nodded repeatedly.
Gu Yihan held her in his arms and sat on the dragon chair. He picked up a pen and picked up ink, and slowly left a few sentences behind Zhang Yushi's long-winded excerpts——
"Zhang Qing, I'm very pleased that you are so attentive. Have you eaten today? Did you eat well? How are you feeling? If you are full, you must remember to go out for a walk."
After finishing writing, the emperor held the memorial in front of his daughter and asked with a smile: "Nobao, are you satisfied that dad cares about him so much?"
The little guy took a look, his moist eyes full of admiration: "Daddy is so gentle, Uncle Zhang must be very happy!"
Gu Yihan sneered in his heart.
This Zhang Yushi, I will deal with him another day!
However, at this time, Chun Shou came back and resumed his life.
But his face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he looked very frightened.
Gu Yihan frowned: "If you have any embarrassing matters, just think about it before speaking out, don't scare Nuo'er."
"Yes...yes..." Chun Shou trembled: "When I took the imperial guard to the Sumei people, I found that she was bleeding and feeding one...one..."
Chun Shou couldn't speak anymore and was shaking violently.
Later, one of the imperial guards came forward and whispered a few words in the emperor's ear before the matter was explained clearly.
It turned out that when they went there, they saw the Sumerians draining their own blood and feeding a small mummy in a jar.