Chapter 59: When it comes to things that cause problems, what difference does it make between men and women?

Murong Che had only walked a few steps away when he heard her chirping in her heart and staggered, almost falling.

Is it that he doesn't want to?

He is also very sad and helpless!

However, as a patient himself, he can clearly feel that his physical condition is getting better day by day.

He believes that curing misogyny is only a matter of time.

When passing by the window, Murong Che's eyes fell on his personal medical records on the table.

The rice paper was filled with writing, and it was obvious that Xue Youli had put a lot of effort into curing his misogyny.

But the handwriting she wrote was really disgusting.

It's such a waste of high-quality rice paper, lacquer and ink.

Murong Che found it funny to see Xue Youli sitting on the recliner and sulking.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke in a gentle voice, "Mr. Xue, please come to Zicheng Hall at noon tomorrow to serve you with writing materials."

When the time comes, he will personally teach her how to write calligraphy and then have dinner with her, hoping to make up for her unsatisfied desires today.

"I obey your order."

Xue Youli responded casually without even looking at him.

After Murong Che left, she immediately summoned the Book of Heaven's Secrets and found a very exciting storybook, which made her angry.

When it comes to holding things in and causing problems, what difference does it make between men and women?

Xue Youli found a book called "A Few Things the Merry Widow and the Handsome Butcher Have to Say" and read a few chapters. She twisted herself into a pretzel on the bed and her mood improved.

Thinking that she had to go to Zicheng Hall to serve writing materials tomorrow, she didn't hesitate any longer, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

…

The next day, Xue Youli came to Zicheng Hall wearing a light long dress.

Murong Che was sitting at his desk reviewing memorials. When he heard her bow, he kept writing with his brush. "I asked Wang Defa to move a desk next to you. You can practice calligraphy according to the copybook on it. I will teach you after I finish reviewing the memorials on hand."

Xue Youli looked at the pile of memorials on the man's desk and walked forward, "Your Majesty, how about I grind some ink for you first?"

Her handwriting is ugly because it's natural. Even if she practices calligraphy, it probably won't have much effect.

Murong Che did not refuse, and raised his chin towards the inkstone with dragon patterns carved on the corner of the table, "I don't like the ink to be too thick, add some water and then grind it."

"yes."

Xue Youli was standing very close to Murong Che, and could see the contents of the memorial with just a glance.

Before she entered the book, she thought the memorial was—

[Your Majesty, there has been a flood in the area where I live, and the people are short of food and clothing. I beg the court to provide disaster relief! ]

[Your Majesty, there is a bandit problem in the area where I am. Please send troops to suppress it! ]

[Your Majesty, the taxes where I live are heavier than those in the wealthy Jiangnan area, and the people cannot afford it. Please ask for a reduction! ]

The actual memorials——

[Your Majesty, how are you? It is thundering and raining here. Is the weather in the capital good? ]

[Your Majesty, I read two books yesterday and two more today. Isn’t that great? ]

[Your Majesty, I couldn't sleep last night, and when I woke up this morning, I found that fifteen strands of my hair had fallen out.]

Xue Youli couldn't laugh anymore when she saw the bunch of trivial matters in the memorial.

Are these local officials so idle?

The only thing missing was reporting to the emperor how many times he went to the toilet and how many sheets of toilet paper he used every day.

Murong Che wrote comments on every memorial - I know.

This novel sets the scenario that local officials must write memorials to the imperial court every day to report all matters, big and small.

The rules were exactly the same as when she worked in the hospital, and she had to write a weekly report and work summary.

In order to get through, she racked her brains every week and almost went bald.

Now that he had finished reading the contents of the memorial, Xue Youli seemed to understand why most emperors in history had short lives.

Not only did he have to get up at four or five in the morning to review memorials, he also had to deal with quarrels among the women in the harem and take turns to favor them.

Isn't this just like working like an ox or a horse, never getting a moment's rest, definitely going to die of overwork!

[To be honest, if there is no major event, there is really no need for local officials to write memorials in order to complete their tasks. It would be better to spend more time investigating the people's sentiments and doing something practical for the people.]

[In this way, the emperor would not need to stay up late to review those piles of nonsense memorials. He could save time and rest more, which would be more beneficial to his health. It's a win-win situation.]

Murong Che agreed with Xue Youli's idea.

One hundred years ago, after Emperor Taizu conquered the country, in order to get the emperor's approval, he required all local officials to report what they had done every day.

At the beginning, in order to make achievements that would impress the emperor, officials vied with each other to do things that would benefit the country and the people at the local level.

But as time went by, many officials became experienced and wrote memorials just to complete their tasks.

Sending this kind of memorial full of nonsense to the palace is indeed a waste of both parties' time and energy.

The rules left by our ancestors may not always be correct, and it is time to adapt them.

Murong Che thought about it and glanced at Xue Youli with admiration.

Let her do the research, she can always give him the most useful suggestions, so let her do it next time.

With Xue Youli around, Murong Che's speed in reviewing memorials increased.

The memorials were reviewed very quickly.

After the two had lunch, Murong Che was in a good mood and took the initiative to teach Xue Youli one-on-one how to write big characters.

He taught a few words and found that the student's foundation was very poor.

Just let her start learning from the horizontal and vertical strokes.

Xue Youli wrote down every word according to what the man said.

She glanced at her scrawled handwriting, raised her head and glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye, "It's written like this, right?"

"No, you have to start writing with a hidden edge. You have to start writing like this."

Murong Che took over, held her hand holding the pen, and demonstrated one stroke at a time.

Xue Youli looked at the big hand that tightly wrapped around her hand and was distracted for a moment.

Murong Che talked to her for a long time, and when she didn't say anything, he couldn't help but raise his voice a little, "Did you remember everything I told you?"

"ah?"

Xue Youli turned her head and looked at the man beside her.

Murong Che stood at her right side, holding her right hand tightly with his right hand, leaning over her back, and teaching with great patience.

The two were very close.

As Xue Youli turned her head, her lips just brushed the man's cheek, leaving a faint trace of lipstick on his face.

The lipstick marks left accidentally added a touch of sexiness and charm to his cold and handsome face, with an indescribable sense of abstinence.

Xue Youli stared at the very light red mark on the man's face and was stunned.

She stared into the man's eyes for a long moment before she came to her senses, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I accidentally smudged your face. I'll clean it up for you right away!"

She didn't even bother to find a handkerchief, she just rolled up her sleeves and wiped the man's face.

Murong Che grabbed her hand and stared at her with his peach blossom eyes. "No problem, I'll wipe it myself."

Xue Youli looked at him and felt that her hand, which he was holding, suddenly became very hot, and her cheeks turned red. "Well, let's stop practicing calligraphy today. Your Majesty is busy, so I will take my leave first."

After saying this, she quickly stood up and left without waiting for the man to speak.

Murong Che stared at the door she closed, and after a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Not long after Xue Youli walked out of Zicheng Hall, two figures appeared behind her.

Lian Xin pointed at the back of her head and said bitterly, "Princess, she is the one who bullied my master!"