Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Xiao Ke, [Host, the boss is going to be in big trouble now. The two prime ministers on the left and right will behead him, and he will resign. There is no suitable person in the court who can take over. Do you want to go and see the boss? 】

"Yes, that's what I meant." The chicken soup she made should be ready by now.

Xi Nuojin put the double pear flower bead hairpin sent by Di Heng in her hair, folded the letter from Xi Zixuan that Ziye had sent this morning and put it back into the box, and stood up holding Bai Cha's hand.

The little palace maid who was guarding the soup in the small kitchen saw her mother-in-law coming and hurriedly came to greet her: "My slave, I pay my respects to your mother-in-law and wish her well."

"Get up, how's the soup?"

"Reply to your Majesty, the stove has just been turned off."

Xi Nuojin nodded and winked at Ziye, who immediately handed over the silver reward.

The little palace maid thanked the reward and went out happily.

"Your Majesty, slave, come here."

Xi Nujin shook his head, wrapped the casserole in a thick cloth and took it off the extinguished fire. He took another blue and white porcelain cup, filled it with a spoon, and put it into the food box Zi Ye brought.

"Let's go to Mingguang Hall."

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Xi Nuojin and his party arrived at the Mingguang Palace very quickly. As soon as the chariot landed, the lively little eunuch outside the door came in to report.

"Old slave, please be kind to your concubine!"

Zhao Chun took three steps at a time and came out with a smile on his face: "My queen, please come in quickly."

Xi Nuojin went in with a food box. There was no one else in the hall. Di Heng was reading a booklet behind the desk, frowning.

"Jin'er." Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and saw the little imperial concubine standing below, smiling at him. A slight smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

She walked up to him, put the food box on the table, opened the lid, took out a bowl of chicken soup, and placed it in front of Di Heng: "Yundan, drink it while it's hot. Try it to see if it suits your taste."

Di Heng looked at the steaming chicken soup with a few red wolfberries floating on it. He didn't rush to drink it. He took her hand and wrapped it in his palm: "Jin'er, the weather is hot. To deliver the soup, you just need to send one of your palace servants to deliver it. I don’t want you to be tired, so be careful about drying it."

The little imperial concubine shook her head, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and urged Di Heng to drink the soup: "If you are not tired after walking, Jin'er wants to give it to your husband. Husband, please try it quickly."

Di Heng was moved, took her hand and kissed it, then picked up the bowl, took a spoonful of it with a spoon and brought it to his mouth, full of praise.

Di Heng drank up every drop of the soup. Xi Nuojin put the bowl away and handed him some tea to rinse his mouth with: "If you like it, my husband, Jin'er will come and give it to you tomorrow."

Di Heng put down the tea cup: "Jin'er, I will have dinner with you tomorrow, so you don't need to make a trip."

"Okay, husband, please hurry up and get busy with government affairs. Jin'er will help you grind ink on the side." The little imperial concubine smiled and gave him the unfinished pamphlet.

A beauty's red sleeves add fragrance, it is a blessing in life, and Di Heng naturally agrees.

Di Heng didn't want to avoid the little imperial concubine. He took the booklet and picked up the ink pen. He still couldn't place a name, so he could only open the booklet with only four small pages over and over again.

Following his movements, Xi Nuojin, who was holding an ink stick and grinding the ink slowly, could clearly see that it was a booklet for appointing the prime minister. It was filled with the names of all civil servants in the court who were qualified to serve in the court, as well as various departments. Who is in charge, and the two columns on the top left and right of the first page are still empty.

The little imperial concubine put down the ink stick and raised the corner of her mouth slightly. Still worried about this matter, she tentatively spoke: "Your Majesty is worried about who to choose to serve as the prime minister? Does your Majesty have someone you like?"

"Yes, there are a few people available, but Gu is still considering it." Di Heng told her the names of several upstart ministers in the court. They all had no foundation in the capital and had no complicated connections behind them. They were all done by him. The person who was promoted had his trust and was his person.

Previously, the court was divided into two established aristocrats, the neutral faction and the royalist faction, headed by the left and right prime ministers.

Xi Nuojin listened patiently and read the information sent by Xiao Ke in his mind. He held his chin with one hand and looked at him: "Your Majesty, how about Jin'er recommending someone for you?"

"Oh, who is it?" Di Heng became interested, raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.

"A... prestigious gentleman." The little imperial concubine winked mischievously.

Sir, why is there another sir?

Di Heng narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the slight smile on his face disappeared instantly. He reached out and hugged the little concubine on his lap: "Jin'er, who is this gentleman?"

Di Heng's voice was a bit deep, with a hint of gritted teeth.

Xiao Ke: The boss just can't hear the word 'sir'. Look, it's dark again. Wow, the starting number of the darkening value this time is very low, only 30!