Chapter 83 Who wouldn't like such a man?
In the evening.
Sikong Yan glanced at the remaining memorials at hand, raised his hand and rubbed his sore neck.
These damn memorials are finally going to be reviewed!
Some civil servants' small characters are smaller than mung beans, and they are almost blinding!
At this moment, Li Heguang's report came from the door of the palace: "Empress Hua is here--"
Sikong Yan's eyes were dull after reviewing memorials all day.
When he heard that Shen Chaoyan was coming, his eyes lit up, and even his back straightened a little.
However, when he caught a glimpse of the beautiful figure walking into the hall from the corner of his eye, he dipped the wolf-hair brush that had stopped writing in the cinnabar ink on the inkstone again, and then buried his head to continue reviewing the next memorial.
He acted as if he was addicted to work.
When Shen Chaoyan walked in, he saw a man bent over his desk, concentrating on government affairs.
Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, Sikong Yan had a bit more majesty and sternness of an emperor.
He pursed his thin lips, staring at the memorial in his hand, and his face was handsome and noble.
He held the brush in his hand and wrote and drew on the memorial from time to time. Even if he didn't speak, it was enough to make people unable to look away.
No wonder people often say that a man is most charming when he is working hard!
Tsk tsk tsk...
Who doesn't like a man like this?
Sikong Yan could hardly suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth when he heard Shen Chaoyan's praise for his looks.
Fortunately, Shen Chaoyan spoke at the right time, "Your Majesty, I heard that you have been busy with government affairs recently and are very tired, so I personally stewed soup for you to replenish your body."
Sikong Yan immediately put the brush on the pen holder and looked up at her, "My beloved concubine is really thoughtful. I am a little hungry." "
It is said that we are in sync!"
Shen Chaoyan smiled and opened the food box, and brought out a bowl of steaming soup, "Your Majesty, please taste my craftsmanship!"
This bowl of soup has been boiled for more than two hours, and it is full of top-quality tonics!
"Okay, I'll try it."
Sikong Yan smiled and took the soup from her hand, blew it, and took a sip.
Then, the smile on his face disappeared.
After living for twenty-one years, this was the first time he drank such a bad soup.
Shen Chaoyan kept staring at him.
At this moment, seeing the mask of pain on his face, she asked aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, is the soup I stewed not tasty? If you don't like it, I'll pour out the soup!"
As she said that, she raised her hand to take the bowl from the man's hand.
As she moved, a red burn mark on the back of her right hand was exposed to Sikong Huang's eyes.
Sikong Huang's pupils tightened, and he immediately held her hand, "What happened to your hand?"
"It's okay, I accidentally scalded it when stewing the soup. But my skin is thick, and it will be fine in a few days."
Humph, little guy! I'll make you feel so sorry for me!
As expected, a trace of heartache appeared in Sikong Huang's eyes, "Li Heguang, go get the best burn medicine!"
"Yes."
Shen Chaoyan pointed to the bowl placed aside and curled her lips, "Your Majesty, this soup, don't you want to drink it?"
"Let it cool down before drinking it."
When the soup was stewed just now, she and Lugua had tasted it. This soup was really not tasty. If it cooled down, it would probably be even harder to swallow.
However, she had already reminded the tyrant not to cry when he drank it later.
Li Heguang quickly brought the burn ointment.
However, he was very perceptive. After leaving the burn ointment, he led a room full of palace maids and eunuchs out.
After the palace door was closed, Sikong Yan lowered his eyes to look at Shen Chaoyan's hand, his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "Stretch out your hand."
"Oh."
Shen Chaoyan handed her hand over obediently like an obedient little wife, but her mind was working fast.
At midnight, she was going to find an excuse to trick the man to go to Yu Garden.
The man looked at the red and swollen hand, his jaw tightened, and his brows furrowed even tighter.
Shen Chaoyan didn't think much of it.
This little injury was nothing.
She deliberately didn't apply medicine just to make the man feel distressed.
After all, the request to go for a walk in Yu Garden in the middle of the night sounded unreasonable.
Only by making the man confused and aroused, he would be more likely to agree.
She thought secretly in her heart, turned her eyes, and glanced at the memorial on the table.
There were many memorials that had just been approved and were still spread out on the table.
Therefore, Shen Chaoyan could see the contents of them at a glance.
- Your Majesty, did you eat well today?
- Your Majesty, did you sleep well today?
- Your Majesty, it rained in Dezhou today. Is the weather good in the capital?
- Your Majesty, today a woman in Yongzhou found a penny on the road and has handed it in to the government.
Shen Chaoyan scanned them one by one and was really laughing.
These local officials were also idle. They even reported the return of lost money. The key point was that they only picked up a penny.
And Sikong Yan annotated two words on it - read.
Among them, many memorials asked Sikong Yan whether he was living well, whether he had three meals a day, and whether he slept well at night.
Sikong Yan responded to each one, and even responded to the memorial that asked about his appetite. Not only did he eat three bowls of rice every day, but he also gained two kilograms.
Shen Chaoyan finally understood why emperors always had endless memorials to review.
She suddenly remembered that when she was a reporter in her previous life, she had to write a weekly work report every week.
Sometimes she was idle for a day and had nothing to write, so she would write a piece of nonsense literature, even writing about where she had waited for which celebrity and what kind of milk tea she ordered.
Thinking about it this way, writing a weekly work report and writing a memorial every day seem to have similarities.
However, the rigid rule that officials must submit memorials every day can indeed be changed.
Not only can officials feel more relaxed, but the emperor will not have to review memorials until midnight every day.
Now she can understand why most emperors in history died young.
It was probably because they stayed up late to review memorials, overworked, and died suddenly.
Sikong Yan agreed with Shen Chaoyan's idea.
It was a rule set by Emperor Taizu that officials must report their daily work.
However, many officials wrote memorials just to get by. They
almost wrote down their own experiences in the toilet and used up several sheets of toilet paper in the memorials.
There is really no need to send memorials to the palace in this way, which wastes each other's time and energy.
It is time to change the rules.
"Okay, keep this ointment, and remember to apply it on time every day."
After Sikong Yan applied the medicine to her, the soup in the bowl was almost cool.
He picked up the bowl, took a deep breath, and drank the tonic soup in one gulp.
Shen Chaoyan was stunned to see the man drink up all the tonic soup.
The tyrant is really not picky about food!
Such a bad-tasting soup, he drank it in one gulp without blinking!
Sikong Yan couldn't help but find it funny when he listened to her thoughts.
He has been living a life of luxury since he was a child, and his tongue is more picky than anyone else.
If this tonic soup was stewed by the Yu kitchen, he would make sure that each of the Yu chefs drinks ten or eight bowls, and anyone who dares not drink it all will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane!
They must all taste the tonic soup which tastes worse than pot water!
However, it was she who cooked it after all, and she even burned her hands while cooking it.
He couldn't let her down.
When putting down the bowl, Sikong Huang accidentally swept his arm over a memorial on the table.
The memorial was thrown to the ground on the spot and happened to fall at Shen Chaoyan's feet.
Shen Chaoyan immediately bent down to pick it up.
His eyes accidentally caught the content of the memorial.
He didn't know until he saw it, and he was so angry that he jumped.
This memorial was actually written by "Lu Jinsong" to impeach Shen Qingyuan.
It said that Shen Qingyuan was incompetent in handling cases and that the Ministry of Justice had accumulated a lot of old cases.
Those old cases were accumulated when Zhao Ruhai was in power, and now they have become her father's problem!
What a good old bootlicker Lu Jinqiang is!
He won't take the road to heaven, and he will break into the hell!
Okay, then she will start with Concubine Xian tonight!
Then she will help the tyrant get rid of this big cancer in the court!
"Your Majesty, I suddenly remembered a storybook I read a few days ago. The story was so scary that I couldn't sleep well for several nights after reading it."
Sikong Yan looked very interested, "Oh? What story is it? Tell me about it."
Shen Chaoyan told the story of Lu Jinqiang killing his twin brothers and impersonating him as an official in the form of a storybook, "Your Majesty, don't you think it's terrible that such a person dares to kill his own brother? If he becomes an
official, won't the people suffer?" "He was allowed to become the prime minister. It shows that the emperor in the storybook is also useless. He doesn't know how to judge people and will be finished sooner or later!"
Shen Chaoyan: [If the late emperor knew that his eldest son evaluated him in this way, he would probably regret passing the throne to this filial son! 】
"It's just a story, but if the emperor encounters such a minister, how will he deal with it?"
"Such treacherous ministers who bring chaos to the court must be punished!"
Very good, this is the attitude we want.
Shen Chaoyan continued to talk to Sikong Yan about the book, but he also said something private, and told him all the good things Lu Jinqiang had done. Let's
lay the groundwork first, so that it will be easy to deal with him later.