Your Majesty, You Can't

In the luxurious prime minister's mansion in the Yuque Pearl Tower, the first floor of the pavilion is shining brilliantly under the sun, the carved and painted eaves are decorated with vermilion glazed tiles, and there are seven kissing beasts such as the Impatiens riding on the ridge.

There are at most ten kissing beasts on the roof of the emperor's palace, but there can be seven on the rest bedroom of the prime minister's mansion.

Generally speaking, only the queen's bedroom can be equipped with these seven little beasts.Now it is just a prime minister who dares to use the seven beasts on the vertical ridge, which is enough to show the aloof status of this prime minister.

The hall of Qionglou Yuge is inlaid with several pearls, which emit a hazy brilliance at night, and show a smooth and beautiful luster in the morning.

The left and right sides of the bedroom are covered with beautiful jade and fine gold, and the surroundings are decorated with some agate and pearls. It is really not as bright as the Yaochi Tiangong.

I don't know how much people's labor and money were wasted to build such a luxurious room.

Although this kind of bedroom decoration seems to He Lanzhi to be very rich and grand, but he is sure that in the eyes of contemporary people, this kind of room must be as vulgar as some local tyrants would install golden toilets in their homes.

Because he had never seen anyone deliberately put a circle of gold and jade around the desk.

Vulgar, but also intolerable.

Not only is it unbearable, but it's also fucking annoying.

He Lanzhi sat on the Qiluo brocade seat, rubbed the side of his red palm, looked up at the exquisite decoration that was so dazzling under the sunlight that it almost blinded his dog's eyes, sighed, and continued to bow his head on the desk and study hard Memorial.

This former prime minister is really trying his best to boost the GDP, and he doesn't know how much money he spends on the interior decoration.

He Lanzhi complained silently in his heart, while sorting out the memorials that he had read quickly.

The importance of regular classification is self-evident.

This is the method that He Lanzhi summed up when he was studying. This method is especially useful for clarifying knowledge points during review.

Although things like reading books and criticizing memorials seem to be very different on the surface, they are basically the same thing in the end.Applying the usual learning method to this will help him learn how to criticize chapters in the fastest time.

It was already noon after He Lanzhi divided these decades-accumulated memorials into five categories: military, people's livelihood, economy, politics, and culture at the fastest speed.

"My lord, the medicine is here." The maid brought the tea tray and bowed her knees, but the Chinese medicine served on the tea tray did not spill a single drop following her courtesy.

"Don't kneel down, get up."

"Thank you sir."

He Lanzhi took the warm medicine bowl and couldn't help sighing secretly for the thoughtful service of the Prime Minister's Mansion.This traditional Chinese medicine must have been decocted a long time ago, and it was brought to him only when it was slightly cool and ready to eat.

The bitter brown-black liquid flowed into the mouth, and the warm Chinese medicine slid down the throat and down the stomach after stimulating the sensitive taste buds.

He Lanzhi closed her eyes and pursed her lips, the bitter taste of Chinese herbal medicine filled her tongue and teeth.

"My lord..." The maid looked at He Lanzhi's frowning and gently reminded, "Candied fruit."

Upon hearing the sound, He Lanzhi stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth in one gulp, and the sweetness brewed in his mouth instantly. After overpowering the bitter Chinese medicine, He Lanzhi's frowning brows slowly relaxed.

Seeing that He Lanzhi didn't scold her for her talkative reminder, the maid replied, "My lord..."

He Lanzhi flicked his sleeves lightly, picked up a pen and dipped in the ink, "Huh?"

"My lord hasn't closed my eyes all night..." The servant girl looked at the faint blue circle under He Lanzhi's eyes, and there was some worry in her eyes, "My lord is sick, you should take a good rest."

"I know," He Lanzhi smiled slightly, "I'll go to sleep after I finish these notes."

The maidservant had never seen such a gentle smile on the prime minister, and she just froze in place.It took a few seconds before he came back to his senses, his face flushed and he knelt down, not daring to look at He Lanzhi, "Your servant is too talkative, please punish me."

"If these words don't make sense, I will punish you." He Lanzhi was a little bit dumbfounded, "Get up, don't kneel down. If there is nothing wrong, you can back down."

The maid got up and saluted, "The maid will leave."

"Ah."

He Lanzhi responded lightly, and wrote down the political insights and thoughts gleaned from the memorial on the blank rice paper, and then attached some of his own views as a modern person.

The warm sunlight outside the window poured into the bedroom, and He Lanzhi only felt that his vision of staring at the rice paper was a bit blurred.

Sleepiness sets in.

He Lanzhi dared to swear that if he lay on the bed, he would fall into a deep sleep immediately.

He Lanzhi yawned, and decided to put down his pen and lay down on the table for a nap before waking up and continuing to take notes.

Within half a cup of tea, he fell into a deep sleep.

However, He Lanzhi, who fell asleep at his desk, did not realize that the part of his body that should be exposed to the sun had been covered by a figure outside the door.

The movements of the people outside the door were very light, and they did not make a sound when they entered the hall.

Walking in front of He Lanzhi with such quiet steps, the man stopped and looked at He Lanzhi's sleeping face quietly.

Don't say a word.