The Minister of Rites thought sinisterly and arranged for you to go!
But it was just a joke. If he really did it, the old emperor would tear him apart.
After that, they briefly talked about some other things and the morning court was over.
[On the 23rd, the emperor went to the toilet twice.]
[The thousand-year-old turtle is different. He can really hold it in. 】
[At noon, the seven-colored man, no, it was the talented man from Qi, who brought pig tripe and chicken soup. He was summoned, and the two of them were summoned in broad daylight. ]
Zhang Sheren spat out all the tea that he had just poured into his mouth.
Aren’t you eating?
He turned and looked at Chen Decai.
Chen Decai said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I am now in the mood."
Zhang Sheren: ...
Look at the sunny day outside the temple.
Your Majesty is really energetic.
[On the 23rd, at midnight, the emperor rested in the Purple Palace and did not go to sleep with him.]
Zhang Sheren: Why does this sound so weird... it's... it's against Tian Gang? !
The old emperor, who was preparing to take a shower and go to bed, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"You all should get out of here right now."
[Hahaha, it’s time to get off work. ]
Shen Zhiyi quickly put the pen and booklet into her messenger bag and left without looking back.
The curfew had been relaxed in the previous dynasty, and the late emperor still implemented a curfew in Daye, but it has been cancelled in recent years.
The person who proposed to cancel the curfew was the former Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and now the new Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
After the curfew is lifted, there may be security problems, so there are Sengoku guards patrolling late at night.
Shen Zhiyi still felt at ease walking on the street.
She never went back empty-handed every day because it was too dangerous at night, with all the delicious food and no escape.
Shen Zhiyi had a roasted chicken leg in his left hand, a baked pancake in his right hand, and a bowl of mixed noodles hanging around his neck. With his mouth full of oil, he walked into the alley of the yard he rented.
“Ah—hmm.”
Shen Zhiyi, who had just taken a bite of the chicken leg skin, felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the next second he fell straight to the ground, motionless.
Shen Zhiyi before fainting: Yeah, such a familiar feeling, am I going to be put in a sack again?
——The protagonist dies, the whole story ends (bushi)
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