Chapter 45: Get the Tyrant into the Gang

Shen Chaoyan caught a glimpse of a shadow not far away from the corner of her eye. She thought it was Green Melon, so she casually ordered, "Green Melon, pour me a glass of water."

The other party didn't say anything, but silently poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

Shen Chaoyan drank the water in one breath and pushed the cup over, "I want another cup."

The teacups of the Great Xia Dynasty were really small. She could finish a glass of water in two sips, and it was not enough for her to fill her teeth.

Soon, the second glass of water was brought to her.

Shen Chaoyan just took a sip and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She turned her head and saw the man standing by the table. The water in her mouth was choked before she could swallow it.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

"Drink slowly." Sikong Yan reached out his hand gently and patted her on the back. "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Chaoyan finally stopped coughing and looked up at the man. "I'm much better. Thank you, Your Majesty, for pouring me some water just now."

Sikong Yan met her gaze and curled his lips. "It's just a piece of cake."

Shen Chaoyan couldn't help asking, "How come the emperor has time to come here today?"

Could it be that he can serve her in bed again tonight?

Sikong Yan listened to her expectant voice and pinched her chin with his big hand, "Of course I missed you."

He glanced at the letter she placed in her hand and asked casually, "What were you reading just now? You were laughing so happily?"

Shen Chaoyan was worried that no one would share her joy, so she immediately told him the contents of the letter, "My second brother wrote to me. He said that the treacherous officials who participated in the cheating in the spring examination were imprisoned and executed in the autumn. The candidates who participated in the cheating were also punished. The emperor is wise and made this imperial examination fair and just again."

"That's all thanks to my beloved concubine..."

"What do you owe me?"

Sikong Yan met Shen Chaoyan's inquiring eyes and immediately changed the topic, "It's all thanks to your father, Minister Shen. If he hadn't found out about Zhang Shoujiao's problems in time, how could he have corrected the wrong in such a short time?"

"My father is naturally great." Shen Chaoyan's eyes lit up when she heard him praising Shen Qingyuan, and she felt honored.

After all, she also had a share of the credit.

Sikong Yan glanced at her happy expression, "I came here today, and I have another good news to tell my beloved concubine."

Shen Chaoyan immediately asked, "What is it?"

Sikong Yan replied, "The tomb of the Wuhuan royal family has been found and emptied, and the grain and grass have been transported to the border. This war that has lasted for more than half a year should be over soon."

Does this mean that her eldest brother will soon return to the court?

Great!

Their family is finally going to be reunited!

Sikong Yan hadn't visited her for so many days. Just as he was about to serve her a meal, he glanced at the large piece of rice paper under her arm.

The rice paper was divided into more than ten squares of different sizes, and each square was densely written with a lot of words.

Sikong Yan casually read the content of one of the squares, which was about the story of Shangguan Cuihua, a mountain girl, who bravely went to Beijing to pursue her true love Huangfu Tieniu.

Although the handwriting on the rice paper was a bit ugly, the language was humorous, the plot was interesting, and it was fascinating.

However, it was not until Sikong Yan finished reading the last line that he realized that the story was not finished at all.

He pointed his finger at the end of the story with distinct joints, "What are you writing on this piece of rice paper? Why does it stop halfway through?"

"This is the newspaper I designed, and it's not finished yet." Shen Chaoyan looked at the place where his hand pointed, and then explained, "This is my serialized storybook. Only one paragraph is updated in the newspaper each time. If you want to know the rest of the story, you have to buy my newspaper issue after issue."

Sikong Yan finally noticed that under the last sentence of the story, there was a line of small words - to know what happens next, please wait for the next chapter.

"Your idea is indeed good. If someone likes the stories you write, then they can only buy your newspaper issue after issue."

Shen Chaoyan listened to the man's praise, rolled her eyes, and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to invest in my newspaper and become my major shareholder? In the future, when the newspaper is officially issued and the sales are good, I will give you dividends. I guarantee a small investment and a big return. How about it?"

She brought the tyrant into the partnership, which was equivalent to bringing Sikong Yan as a big backer.

By then, her newspaper would not only have the royal family as a shareholder, but also be able to take advantage of the situation to expand publicity, killing two birds with one stone. Her

abacus beads were about to fall on Sikong Yan's face, but Sikong Yan was looking forward to her issuing this thing called "newspaper".

"In this case, I can't take the dividends for nothing. I'll take your manuscript back and study it carefully, and give you my opinion in a few days."

Shen Chaoyan couldn't ask for more, "That couldn't be better!"

All the princes of Daxia have to go to the Shangshufang to study since they are three years old.

The teachers who teach them are all experienced and talented officials.

It can be said that Sikong Yan's talent is not inferior to that of the new champion. With him checking, isn't he a hundred times better than a newspaper proofreader?

The two discussed the content of the newspaper for a long time. After dinner, Shen Chaoyan still held the manuscript and discussed it with Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan yawned and patted the bed under him, "My beloved, it's getting late, hurry up and get some rest."

Shen Chaoyan looked at the faint blue color under Sikong Yan's eyes, knowing that he was very tired recently, and immediately threw down the draft of the newspaper and climbed onto the bed, "Your Majesty, you look a little haggard, I know a thing or two about massage, why don't you let me do a few massages for you?"

She had to hold on to the tyrant's golden thigh first, so that she could make a fortune in the future.

"Do you still know this?"

"Of course." After all, she was also a frequent visitor to the foot massage parlor in her previous life.

"Then do it."

"Okay!"

So Shen Chaoyan asked Sikong Yan to lie on the bed, and she sat on his waist, imitating the massage techniques of the previous life's masseur, tapping and pounding the man's shoulders, "Your Majesty, is this strength okay? If you feel it is too light or too heavy, please tell me at any time."

"Okay, you continue."

Sikong Yan closed his eyes and could feel her soft and boneless hands rubbing and touching his body.

Massage is a strenuous job, and Shen Chaoyan was unable to keep up as she kept massaging.

She herself didn't feel it, but Sikong Yan's senses were very sensitive and he could clearly feel that the strength in her hands was getting lighter and lighter.

However, he really liked Shen Chaoyan's unilateral approach to him.

Just when Sikong Yan was enjoying Shen Chaoyan's massage service, Shen Chaoyan suddenly leaned over to his ear and said, "Your Majesty, are you comfortable?"

"Yes."

"I can make you more comfortable."

"Cough!"

After hearing Shen Chaoyan's words, Sikong Yan didn't know what he was thinking about. He coughed and his breathing became disordered.

This woman really never let him down.

She knew how to use all means to make him have evil thoughts about her.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Did I hit you too hard?" Shen Chaoyan forgot to refer to herself as 'your servant' when she heard Sikong Yan coughing. "How about I be even gentler? I... Ouch!"

She had barely said half of her words when she felt the world spinning around her and was already pressed down on the pillow by the man.

Shen Chaoyan raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes. Her long eyelashes, like crow wings, fluttered, and she seemed a little nervous. "Your Majesty?"

Her coquettish look was shyness in Sikong Yan's eyes.

His eyes fell on Shen Chaoyan's rosy lips, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The next moment, he lifted her chin.

Shen Chaoyan was no stranger to this action.

She knew that the tyrant wanted to kiss her again.

What's wrong with letting such a handsome little brother kiss her a few times? She doesn't have to spend any money!

Satisfy him!

Shen Chaoyan's slender and white hands groped and found the tyrant's slender and powerful hands, and then clasped the man's fingers with her own.

The man looked at the two people's clasped hands, and a string in his heart was touched. He leaned over and lowered his head.

Shen Chaoyan thought that she could fall asleep with just a few kisses, but she didn't expect that she miscalculated this time...