Yuan Baoer, haha.

She didn't believe it herself, but he still dared to believe it.

The right king looked at her with bright eyes and signaled her to review with encouragement.

Yuan Baoer twitched the corner of his mouth, took the official document as he wished, spread it out, and chanted in a low voice.

The Right King closed his eyes and listened carefully.

Yuan Baoer's voice was soft and in order to take care of his condition, he leaned over to avoid his difficulty in speaking.

Although he didn't open his eyes, the right king could feel the bed beside him collapsed.

He could feel the position of Yuan Baoer's body and her posture at this moment based on this little touch.

Yuan Baoer finished reading a paragraph and waited for a moment.

The Right King opened his eyes and said in a clear way.

Yuan Baoer dipped in the pen and ink, imitated the handwriting of the Right King and wrote a reading character.

I have to say that Yuan Baoer wrote quite well. If it weren't for the Right King seeing it with his own eyes, he would probably think that it was written by himself when he was unintentionally.

After Yuan Baoer finished writing, he showed it to the right king. Seeing that he nodded slightly, he put it aside.

She picked up the next book, which was from the Ha family. The general meaning is that Kuha is busy with government affairs, but we should also pay attention to balance. State affairs are equally important as offspring.

Yuan Baoer recited halfway through and curled her lips, "I'm afraid his family has hired a few old peddlers."|

This is a quaint word, but I can't understand it without some background.

The right king smiled.

"How did you know?"

"It's true," Yuan Baoer was shocked.

You know, Tuman is not like Daxia. He always does whatever he wants when speaking and doing things, and does not beat around the bush.

But these old scholars are generally a little capable, and are the ones who are not satisfied with one bottle and half a bottle of swaying.

Such people may not have good ideas, but they must have many bad ideas.

She tickled with some sympathy and continued reading.

But later, it was probably because he was afraid that the Right King would be unhappy because he mentioned his offspring and urged him to go to the harem.

The right king closed his eyes and felt that there was no movement, so he opened his eyes and faced Yuan Baoer with big eyes rolling.

She has big eyes and is very agile, as if she can speak at first glance.

The Right King swore that he saw her ridicule and joke.

He closed his eyes patiently, suppressed his temper, and gritted his teeth and said.

Yuan Baoer smiled and picked up his pen to write.

The subsequent official documents were mostly about trivial matters in the royal city. Only one letter mentioned the changing weather this autumn, asking if you need to prepare in advance.

"You're not prepared?"

Yuan Baoer is very strange.

She remembered that the palace maid told her that she was ready.

The right king snorted, "This man seems to be fair, but he actually works from the Lan family. He asked this, and must have discovered that I was preparing before and deliberately tempted."

"Then how do you answer first," Yuan Baoer asked.

"Yue," said the Right King calmly.

Yuan Baoer frowned and stared at him in disagreement, "Even because of the Lan family, the people are your Tuman. You are their king. Even if you are unwilling to accept it, you should not pay them at the cost."

The Right King had already closed his eyes to rest, but opened it again after hearing this.

"They are not my people, but the Lan family. To strengthen them, they will retaliate against me in the future."

Yuan Baoer did not agree very much, but he also knew that this was his business and he had to focus on his wishes.

She lifted her pen and stared at the words on it, and could not fall down.

She put down her pen, "Since this person has asked, it means he has noticed it."

"Since you can marry the Lan family girl, why are you standing here?"

The Right King opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Yuan Baoer was puzzled at first, but gradually realized that the Right King was angry with Lan Pearl. If she hadn't made any decisions, she wouldn't have left the palace later, and she wouldn't have been attacked.

"If it's for me, there's no need," Yuan Baoer said: "She learns this, I can probably guess why."

"But if you hold grudges and are attacked because of this, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Don't you hate her?"

The right king asked.

Yuan Baoer smiled, "She wants to please you."

The right king curled his lips and disliked him, and his eyes were still looking at Yuan Baoer, obviously wanting to hear the truth.

"I'm not disgusted, it's just that she trampled on my bottom line of survival, I have to fight back, that's all."

"No one can hurt you," the right king was a little gloomy.

Yuan Baoer smiled, "Do you believe this?"

The Right King didn't say anything.

In Touman, even if he becomes Kuha, he cannot guarantee that he will protect her under his wings at all times.

Now the reason for him to go with the court officials and the five major families is her ability to serve the crops that no one can match.

If Lan Pearl really learned secretly, his reason would be untenable.

He couldn't say what would happen then.

Yuan Baoer saw his changing face and calmly picked up the official document and read it.

This time, the Right King didn't ask anything more. No matter which Yuan Baoer read, he would just read it.

In the end, Yuan Baoer became accustomed to reading it directly every time he finished reading it.

The right king smiled and looked at her own actions, but he didn't stop him.

Before I knew it, it was evening, and the palace maids went back and forth several times, but finally couldn't help but step forward.

"Kuha, girl, it's time to have afternoon tea."

Yuan Baoer was so thirsty that she had already drunk three pots of tea. She just wanted to rest now.

She asked someone to remove the official documents and then asked the palace maid to bring the medicine and smile gently.

“It’s time to take medicine.”

The Right King's face turned a little pale, and even though he knew he needed medicine, he still resisted.

Yuan Baoer originally wanted to get out of the way and let the palace maid come, but the right king was unwilling to do so, so Yuan Baoer narrowly pinched his face, half-hardly poured him over, and then clapped his hands, "Okay."

The right king swallowed the medicine juice with difficulty and moved slightly backwards.

Because of her rude behavior, the pillows and bedding were stained with medicine.

Yuan Baoer obviously saw it too. She immediately stood up and asked the servants to cooperate with the palace maids, and changed the mattresses.

As we moved, we inevitably encountered the injury, and the right king's face gradually became less and less beautiful.

Yuan Baoer seemed not to see it, and actually slipped over to play with chess pieces.

The Right King saw it and didn't know that she was angry.

He felt very wronged, he just wanted her to get closer to him, and that wouldn't work.

Yuan Baoer felt uncomfortable when she saw his grievances, but she had to pretend to be a stern heart.

At night, Yuan Baoer went to the study to rest.

As soon as I finished laying the bedding, I heard movements coming from outside.

Yuan Baoer looked at the palace maid, and she quickly put on her clothes and ran to the main room.

The Right King was already asleep in a daze. Yuan Baoer pointed outside and moved him inside. She lay outside.

After a moment, the imperial guards reported back and forth, and the moon asked for a meeting.

Yuan Baoer met the right king who was close to him and turned his head very quickly.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do," she deliberately lowered her voice, looking gentle and vague, as if she was about to go to bed.

Ha Yueliang was very anxious and slapped the door blocked by the imperial guards and shouted loudly.

The right king frowned and held back his anger.

Yuan Baoer thought about it, pulled a little bit away, and then pulled it around, as if he was hurriedly putting it on.
To be continued...