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Chapter 33 Now I feel pity for the beauty

The place where the emperor lives is called Xunyang Palace. Judging from the name, it sounds like a very hot place.

When they arrived at Xunyang Palace, Jiang Yuming felt that she had chosen the palace after her name.

It's almost as cool here as the Qinghuan Palace where she put ice!

The dog emperor actually eats alone!

Ever since she learned that the Emperor's Xunyang Palace was cooler than hers, the thought of killing the emperor and seizing the throne flashed through Jiang Yuming's mind.

But after seeing the memorial on Meng Chengye's desk, Jiang Yuming gave up the idea.

Let the Dog Emperor handle this hard-working and rewarding task!

The desk next to the window was not originally used for reviewing memorials, but Meng Chengye had been fishing for a while in the afternoon and failed to finish the memorials on time, so he asked Yang Fu to move it over.

"Jade Ming, come and grind it." Meng Chengye called Jiang Yuming unceremoniously.

What is Hongxiu Tianxiang? This is called Hongxiu Tianxiang.

"Your Majesty, I don't know how to do this." Jiang Yuming leaned on the soft couch and did not intend to get up.

She really doesn't know how to sharpen ink. She has never touched that thing. Well, neither has the original owner.

Meng Chengye stopped writing and looked at Jiang Yuming who was lazily leaning on the soft couch and chuckled: "Come here, let me teach you?"

"I was born stupid and can't teach you." Jiang Yuming pinched the grape and took a bite.

I just want to stay with you in the evening, why do I have to do extra work?

Meng Chengye looked at the memorial on the table, then at Jiang Yuming beside him, and laughed helplessly.

Jiang Yuming was not willing to grind the ink, so Yang Fu had to come in and grind it.

Yang Fu, who was called in to sharpen ink: "..."

Why is there a feeling that he and the emperor are both doing accounts and doing odd jobs, and that Young Master Jiang is the shopkeeper?

Your Majesty, please stand up!

Didn't you ask Concubine Shu to polish ink for you before? Why are you so sympathetic to her now?

Jiang Yuming stood up, carried her skirt, and went to the bookshelf to pick a book she liked. Then she lay down there and read while eating.

Yang Fu: "..."

Well, shopkeeper Jiang lived a leisurely life.

Meng Chengye quickly got into work, even a little faster than usual.

After Meng Chengye finished handling the memorial, he gave Jiang Yuming a good deal of punishment.

Meng Chengye, who didn't have to go to court here, was very happy to sleep with Jiang Yuming until three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Yuming lazily turned over and tried to stay away from Meng Chengye. It was hot, and Meng Chengye was also hot.

Although it was cool here, Meng Chengye wouldn't let her lift the quilt, saying he was afraid she would catch a cold.

Jiang Yuming quietly stretched her feet out of the bed, but who knew that Meng Chengye pulled her back and held her tightly in his arms.

Jiang Yuming: "..."

Can I save this hug for winter?

In the end, Meng Chengye couldn't be defeated, so Jiang Yuming had no choice but to get up.

Today is also a day when I am forced to get up.

Jiang Yuming was already awake and Meng Chengye couldn't stay in bed, so they got up together.

The two were having breakfast when Yang Fu hurried in, holding a letter in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this is an urgent letter from the border area." Yang Fu held the letter in his hand and stood aside respectfully.

Jiang Yuming didn't know the content inside, but she only knew that it seemed to be in a hurry, so that Meng Chengye was buried in the study for the next few days.

Several times I spent the whole morning or afternoon talking with several military generals.

Later I found out that it was the Southern Barbarians from the border area who had repeatedly invaded, and originally it was nothing more than a small fight.

However, the number of southern barbarian invaders has increased in recent times, so the general guarding the city hurriedly sent back an urgent letter eight hundred miles away.

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