I heard I'm a scumbag

When Gu Zhijian woke up, it was already Chen Shi, that is, eight o'clock in the morning, and it was estimated that Song Yu would finish his morning court.

Originally, he was bored in the mirror, so Gu Zhijian thought about what the household department should do.

Officials in this dynasty had a habit of borrowing money from the treasury. Perhaps the founding emperor was too stingy, resulting in relatively meager salaries for officials. Sometimes the salaries of officials were not even enough to provide for the family's food and clothing and the officials' entertainment outside.

Although successive emperors have more or less adjusted their salaries to rationalize the amount of salaries, the practice of borrowing money has not stopped.

And because borrowing money needs to go through the Ministry of Household Affairs, Gu Zhijian's father has always been quite rich, because every official who borrows money from the treasury is unwilling to do evil to the Minister of the Household Department, and even often sends some property to befriend him.

Some ministers do have legitimate purposes for borrowing money, but most of them are greedy for ink.

Gu Zhijian wanted the country to prosper, and since he wanted to be the Ministry of Household Affairs, he also had enough ways to make money.

But first of all, we still need to solve the problem of recovering the arrears. This is why Song Wei punished a group of corrupt officials at the beginning of his accession to the throne. The treasury is really empty, and the emperor is poorer than the ministers.

The second is the new emperor's accession to the throne, and a lot of waste is waiting to be done, but there are still turmoil in the frontier, and there needs to be a solution to the supply of food.

It would be a good way to increase food production or introduce some new crops.

Just as Gu Zhijian was thinking, she heard footsteps outside.

Song Yu came in from the outside, glanced at Gu Zhijian with a nod, and snorted coldly, "You slept pretty well."

Gu Zhijian didn't feel guilty at all, and was even very proud, "It's the emperor's dormitory shrouded in auspicious clouds, which made me sleep better as if I had a holy light in my body."

Song Wei: I believe you ghost!

So Gu Zhijian was brought into the imperial study by the mirror again.

Song Yu put the mirror on the table and began to approve the memorial.

Gu Zhijian said hypocritically, "Actually, it's okay for me to stay in the dormitory."

Song Wei glanced at him lightly, noncommittal.

Seeing that he was going to criticize the memorial, Gu Zhijian had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Memorials are nothing more than three types

The first type is flattery.

Those who write this kind of memorial are nothing more than some officials who are good at writing, good at rhetoric, and want to be promoted, but they have no political achievements themselves, so they have to try with a pen.

The rhetoric is mainly gorgeous, interesting, and ornamental, and the content is nothing more than how stable the world is and how happy the people are, and this all stems from how wise the emperor is!

If you meet an emperor who advocates literature and likes to be praised by others, you may be able to rise to the top.

It's a pity that it was Song Yu who met him.

Song Yu never bothered to look at it in the past, but he had a strong desire to let Gu Zhijian take a look.

Look at how other people flatter, and then look at him, saying that flattering is all about compliments.

The second type reflects local disasters or political achievements.

Some are practical.

Some are nothing more than writing, we have a flood, we have a drought, and we have a plague.

The summary is: we are so miserable, we are super miserable, and we cannot be more miserable.

The subtext is asking for money.

But you still have to give it away. If you don’t give it, you don’t show compassion to the people, and more than half of what you give goes into their pockets.

The last one is to persuade the emperor to open up the harem.

This kind of official either has a beautiful younger sister in his family, or he has a daughter in his boudoir.But on the surface, it was all said under the guise of spreading branches and leaves for the emperor.

Otherwise, the emperor is prone to short life!

Alone, fighting wits and courage with civil and military officials, most of the time I have to deal with beauties several times.

Gu Zhijian just looked at Song Wei, sometimes with cold eyes, sometimes frowning.

But I have to admit that even so, Gu Zhijian still thinks that Song Wei is pretty.

His eyebrows are slightly delicate, and his eyes are narrow and long, but there is no feminine feeling.

But he was actually much thinner than he felt, all relying on the majesty of the emperor.

The slightly thin lips were pursed, making him want a pair of fragrant lips.

Song Yu was a very hardworking emperor. Apart from eating, he almost dealt with official documents.

Moreover, he ate very little, not enough to support a grown man's daily consumption.

Gu Zhijian just said a few words occasionally, or just watched him quietly for a while.

Perhaps Gu Zhijian's eyes were too hot, and Song Yu dealt with it so quickly that he finished it earlier than usual.

Considering that the young master was sleepy, he returned early.

After returning to the room, Gu Zhijian yawned big.

Observing that Song Yu's mood seemed to be okay, he tried to speak, "Your Majesty, do you usually read picture books?"

"how?"

"Hehe, I'm not thinking that the emperor is busy with official duties every day, but I have nothing to do all day long. I just want to read books and learn about the world. Otherwise, how can I take such a good position in the household department in the future?"

Song Wei thought for a while, "Well... there is a book "Black and White Records of Officialdom"."

Gu Zhijian began to climb up the pole, "Are there any books like "The Tyrant and My Anecdotes", "The Coquettish Butcher and His Mr.", "The Demon King's White Moonlight Is a Man"?"

The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched.

Until there is a knock at the door,

"What's the matter?"

Xiao Fuzi said courteously outside the door: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take a bath."

Gu Zhijian:! ! !

Song Yu:! ! !

Outside the door, Xiao Fuzi directed a group of eunuchs to bring in a wooden bucket of warm water, which was just right for bathing.

Song Wei is really a worry-free emperor, and he doesn't need to serve him when taking a bath.

But now, he didn't take it off, and he didn't take it off, and he stood a little awkwardly.

Finally he got up and wanted to move the mirror a bit.

Gu Zhijian hastily said: He doesn't mind if they are all men.

Song Wei ignored him and continued to move.

He didn't stop until the mirror was completely turned away from him.

Song Wei went to take a bath in peace.

Gu Zhijian was depressed.

Huh?

There is a bronze mirror!

Gu Zhijian was boiling!

This bronze mirror should be the one that Song Wei shines on every morning when he puts his hair up in a bun, but now he has given full play to its reflection function.

This bronze mirror can just see the position of the barrel from his angle.

From this angle, he could see Song Yu walking slowly there.

Song Wei took off his yellow outer robe embroidered with gold thread, and the black middle coat inside, which made it whiter and whiter.

Gu Zhijian secretly poked excitedly.

Song Wei continued to take off his middle coat without haste, leaving only a layer of white underwear that was extremely close-fitting.

In order to be comfortable to wear, the underwear is a close-fitting and light style. Gu Zhijian can even see his slightly raised hips and slightly narrow shoulders.

Finally, Song Yu stretched out his hand to the inner coat, his slender waist was exposed in the air, the exquisite waistline was like an extremely romantic stroke drawn with a freehand brush, his long hair and skin formed the ultimate black and white beauty of.

Gu Zhijian felt that there was a fire in his heart, and it was getting hotter and hotter, which almost made his heart tremble slightly.

I have to say that although the fire was lit, the air was still a little cold.

The bronze mirror is fogging up...