Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 1612 Extra Story: Dragon and Phoenix Knot (1)

Late at night, the Royal Study Room of the Imperial Palace.

Looking at the mountain of memorials in front of him, Feng Mohan bumped his head against the table.

Uncle Liu was forced to take another vacation and went back to Xinghua Village to escape the summer heat and eat melons!

This is the fifth time in the past three years!

As a minister, so irresponsible, so stingy, why?

He only slipped out a total of three times that year, and after three times, he couldn't find another chance.

"Your Majesty?" Looking at the Emperor who was banging his head on the table frequently, Xiaobanzi called out cautiously.

"My lord, do I look like an emperor? Frown and frighten all the officials, that's the emperor." Feng Mohan complained, "Little boy, do you think my emperor is particularly useless?"

"No, the emperor is worrying too much, you are just timid."

"Small board!"

Xiaobanzi immediately knelt down, trembling, "Your Majesty, you want this servant to always tell the truth. As you talk, this servant will get used to it. If the Emperor doesn't like to listen to the truth, this servant will change immediately!"

"... Get out!" Look angry!

The little board rolled.

Get out of the imperial study room, the trembling and trembling on your face immediately dissipated, and you looked up and sighed, isn't the emperor just cowardly?

In front of the people in the Liu family compound, he has never looked like an emperor.

I had a good time, and no one was allowed to tell me when I came back.

It's also fortunate that the one serving him is himself, a loyal little boss, if someone else has spread the emperor's cowardice, how can the emperor still stand up in the court?

hum.

"Small board!"

"Your Majesty, the servant is here!" Just as the front foot was kicked out, the back foot turned in again, and the little board was cheerful.

The emperor can't leave him at any time.

"Bring a jug of wine."

"Your Majesty, haven't you finished approving the memorial yet?"

"These are piled up like a mountain. Can I finish them all in one night? I don't need to eat, drink or sleep? Serve wine!"

Xiao Banzi turned to get the wine, muttering in a moderate manner, "When Mr. Liu was around, he could always handle things in an orderly manner. There were more memorials than now..."

"Want to die?" The emperor's voice came from behind.

The small board scrambled with its tail between its legs.

Carrying the wine jar, stepping on the bright moonlight, Feng Mohan came to the imperial garden slowly, found a stone bench at random and sat down, looking up at the moon.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is bright and clean.

"Will it be fifteen in a few days?" Feng Mohan asked after pouring himself a glass of wine.

Little Banzi said, "Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in ten days."

"No wonder Uncle Liu is on vacation at this time, because he wants to go back to Xinghua Village to have a happy reunion."

After drinking three cups, Feng Mohan felt that drinking alone was dull, so Feng Mohan recruited Xiao Banzi to accompany him, and made Xiao Banzi's face crumpled in fright, "Your Majesty, please spare this slave, who doesn't know how to drink! Just pour a cup, and there will be no one to serve the emperor later!"

"Drinking a few glasses of wine is just grinding, you were once a man anyway, and you can't keep up with women's happiness!"

"The slave's alcohol capacity is really bad, not as good as the empresses in the harem. If the emperor wants someone to drink with you, why don't you go to the harem to find the empresses?"

Empress? Feng Mohan raised his glass and drank it down, noncommittal to Xiaobanzi's words.

The scene of having a drink with someone appeared in my mind, and I smiled.

Apart from Liu's courtyard, when he drank and drank most comfortably, it was actually in Fengyue.

It's just that we said goodbye at the beginning, and it has been three years now.

It was agreed to come to Nanling with the envoys every year to pay tribute and drink with him, but the person who made the promise did not come, and only asked the envoys to bring a message every year.

I don't know how she has been in the past few years, what she has been busy with, she is busier than the emperor.

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