Wanwan stood on a small stool, concentrating on massaging the tyrant's shoulders, hoping that the tyrant would reward her with more silver for her being so well-behaved.
While massaging the tyrant's shoulders, she watched him concentrating on reading the memorial in his hand.
Is this memorial really that good looking? Let me see.
As she thought about it, Wanwan had already tilted her little neck and stretched half of her head over.
Although she didn't recognize the ancient Chinese text, she could still understand some of the words.
This is not a memorial at all, but a storybook.
[This great tyrant had time to read storybooks instead of memorials. No wonder the hero destroyed his country in the end. Alas.]
Wanwan sighed deeply inwardly, feeling a bit disappointed with herself.
Suddenly, the tyrant felt that the notebook in his hand was no longer interesting.
The reason why he has time to read storybooks here is because he has finished reviewing all the memorials!
The ministers had nothing to report all day long, and every day they asked him useless questions such as whether he had eaten, slept, and felt at ease.
However, this also indirectly shows that he governed the country well, and the country was peaceful and the people were safe, and the weather was good, so those ministers could ask him every day whether he had eaten, slept well, and whether he had a good time.
He just read the storybook occasionally in his spare time, but how come it became a sin in the mouth of this little brat?
Wait, if he really ruled the country well, and the country was peaceful and prosperous, then why was his country destroyed by the male protagonist three years later, and his entire family's heads were hanged on the city wall!
Wanwan's words woke the tyrant up from his dream, and the next second, he snapped the notebook in his hand shut.
Wanwan bent her little neck and read the story about the scholar and the little demon in the storybook. She was reading with great interest when she saw the tyrant suddenly close the storybook, stand up and walk outside.
The tyrant suddenly realized that the court had been too quiet recently.
Although the ministers usually asked him whether he had eaten, slept well, or whether he had any food or sleep, it was very strange that none of them had anything to report. This had never happened before.
Something is wrong, very wrong!
Wanwan saw the tyrant suddenly stand up and leave, taking the notebook with him.
She watched helplessly as the storybook was taken away from her sight by the tyrant. The storybook was quite interesting, but it was a pity that she didn't see the title of the book.
*
As soon as the tyrant returned to his bedroom, he first reviewed the memorials he had reviewed last night.
There were a total of 200 memorials, but there was not a single important one. They were all about asking about his well-being. The most serious one was that Lord Li said his cat was eaten by a dog, and he asked for a day off to mourn the cat.
With a "bang", the tyrant threw the memorial on the table. Still a little unconvinced, he flipped through the two hundred memorials again. He was not dazzled.
"De San." The tyrant had just spoken when Eunuch Fu, who was standing outside, hurried in. "The old servant is here."
The Tyrant: "Give me the Minister of Personnel... No, I must go to the Minister's Mansion myself and have him prepare a horse for me."
The Minister of Personnel is the most nosy among the ministers and likes to report everything, big or small. Recently, even the Minister of Personnel has nothing to report. It's really strange!
At the same time, the residence of the Minister of Personnel was also very lively. In the huge courtyard, more than a dozen adults were sitting at the table.
Logically speaking, at a banquet like this, even if there are no dancers present, there should be musicians playing music.
But surprisingly, there was no music or dancers, only the passionate sound of the adults reading.
Lord Jiang: "Speaking of the thirty-ninth chapter that came out yesterday, it was absolutely brilliant. I was completely captivated by it. I wished I could get into that book, transform into that scholar Li Si, and break that concubine Zhang's legs!"
Lord Li: "Lord Jiang is absolutely right. The new chapter that came out yesterday was really well-written. It was especially wonderful. Especially when Li Si finally learned that the child born to Concubine Zhang was not his biological son, but was an affair with a man outside. When I read that text, I felt so excited. I am so looking forward to Li Si killing Concubine Zhang next month!"
Zhang Shangshu: "I guess next month's plot will be that Li Si will kill Zhang Xiaoqi and that scarred face, and then marry the little fox."
Lord Song: "I don't think so. The previous article mentioned that the jade pendant that Scarface was wearing was also owned by Li Si. Perhaps Scarface and Li Si have some connection? After Li Si saw the jade pendant, he might have spared Scarface's life."
The adults present were chattering about how the new chapter of "Night Talk with Scholars" would develop next month.
Seeing that General Jiang, who was sitting nearby, hadn't spoken to them yet, Lord Li subconsciously asked, "I heard that General Jiang is also a fan of 'Night Talk Scholars.' General Jiang, could you also tell us how the plot will develop in next month's new chapter?"
Jiang Wenfeng, who was wearing a dark blue official uniform, looked up when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on the book "Night Talk Scholar" in front of him.
The next second, he stood up and said respectfully, "My Lords, I am not here to discuss the sequel to 'Night Talk Scholar' with you, but to advise you not to indulge in this poisonous book."
Poisonous book?
As soon as Jiang Wenfeng said this, the expressions of the adults present changed.
"General Jiang, what are you talking about? 'Night Talk Scholar' is the most popular novel in the capital recently. It's so well written, how can you call it a poisonous book?"
"That's right. If General Jiang doesn't like it, why did he come to our book talk today?"
"Since you are not a reader of 'Night Talk Scholars', please leave first, General Jiang."
"Laifu, show the guests out."
As soon as Minister Zhang said this, Lai Fu, the housekeeper of the mansion, walked up to General Jiang and made a gesture of invitation to the man.
Jiang Wenfeng remained motionless, speaking coldly, "May I ask, have you all truly behaved normally since reading 'Night Talks with Scholars'? You've become so engrossed in this book that you've neglected sleep and food, even to the point of being half-dazed and dreaming. Apart from reading this book, you've shown no interest in anything else."
When Jiang Wenfeng said this, all the adults present were stunned, as if it was indeed the case.
"It's simply because the book is so well-written. Isn't it normal to forget about eating and sleeping when reading a good book?" one of the adults said.
"No," Jiang Wenfeng said, "Three days ago, a murder occurred in a pharmacy in the west of the city. The owner of the pharmacy personally chopped off his wife's head with a knife. When the yamen runners rushed to the pharmacy, what do you think the owner was doing?"
The adults shook their heads.
"He sat on a chair in the shop, reading the book 'Night Talk Scholar' all night long, while his wife's body lay at his feet."
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