Chapter 28 The Tyrant Does Not Want to Be a Mercenary

Wenyuan Pavilion was large and magnificent. Jin Ge casually flipped through the books inside. He yawned in boredom, threw the book there, and lay on the table with his eyes closed, breathing slowly.

Jun Lin, who was sitting next to him, and Ming He, who was sitting opposite him, were concentrating on reading books. The only sound in the silent space was the occasional sound of turning pages.

Ever since the "position trading" talk ended, Jin Ge stayed here and refused to leave. After sleeping for just a few minutes, he opened his eyes lazily again, and simply propped up his head with one hand to look at the two of them.

Not to mention, these two workaholics look more like a couple.

But Emperor Jing would not want to lock up his favorite ministers in this humiliating harem.

To put it nicely, she is my beloved concubine; to put it bluntly, she is my male favorite.

A male pet that was forcibly abducted by a man.

Especially for someone like him who already had an extremely noble status, it was naturally a great humiliation for Jun Lin to snatch him away.

However——

Although he looked angry, he was actually...

He doesn't care at all.

Because how could Jun Lin, who had no thoughts of his own at that time, snatch the giant Buddha statue of Jin Ge? He came just because he wanted to come.

He could never forget that when he was about to ascend the throne as the new king of Yue, he was abducted by the king of the enemy country as a male concubine, which brought great shame to Yue. Those people had gloomy faces and looked furious.

There was no doubt that these expressions pleased him.

Yue State——

Jin Ge's eyes changed several times, and the strange look in them became more intense, with a bit of weird madness, but finally it all turned into false warmth, like dead water without a single ripple.

He would not allow it to destroy its country, but of course, he also wanted it to live in suffering and humiliation.

That's why Jun Lin thought he was crazy.

"I heard that you were controlled by a witch and your temperament changed drastically, leading to your tyranny?"

The sleepy voice sounded slowly, and it was very eye-catching in the huge Wenyuan Pavilion.

Jun Lin never took his eyes off the book and asked nonchalantly, "Do you believe it?"

He struggled to keep his eyes open and stay awake, lying listlessly on the table, his voice barely audible: "Yes, if you think about it carefully, it wouldn't be surprising if it was written by Nanjiang."

Upon hearing this, Jun Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The voice continued, "I just didn't expect them to be able to hide for so long. It turns out that Nanjiang hid it from everyone and started the war first."

Ming He also raised his head, leaned back on the chair, and gently rubbed his brows with his fingertips to relieve his fatigue: "The Southern Xinjiang Wusu are evil to begin with, and they are in cahoots with the Yin Yang family. The Yin Yang magic is profound and strange, and it is hard to defend against."

Jun Lin also frowned slightly, worried about Shen Sinian.

Southern Xinjiang is dangerous, can he be safe all alone?

Seeing that she was silent, Jin Ge hooked her little finger with his pinky finger. This action made Jun Lin look at him sideways.

The man lay on one arm on the table, with the other hand hooked around her fingers, his long hair falling in tangles. He seemed to be extremely sleepy, his eyelids drooped a few times, and the pair of clear eyes that were looking at Jun Linling finally closed.

Quiet and peaceful.

It's completely different from the annoying person he appears when he's sober.

Jun Lin narrowed his eyes, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

What does it mean?

What is this guy thinking?

Why are you so close to yourself for no reason?

Minghe's eyes passed over the two people's hooked little fingers, and finally fell on the words and ink on the pages of the book, not caring about the master's private affairs.

Jun Lin thought about it, but finally did not withdraw his hand, allowing him to hook it, while the other hand gently turned the pages of the book, unexpectedly carefully and gently creating a comfortable and sleeping environment for him.

The man who was taking a nap with his eyes closed had no idea what he was dreaming about, but he slightly curled his lips with a faint smile, yet gentle and warm.

Time passed by minute by minute, Jun Lin and Ming He discussed the content of the reform in a low voice. The more they talked, the more Jun Lin wanted to applaud him.

As expected of a legalist, he is a national treasure! His thoughts are so thoughtful!

Minghe endured the fatigue and wrote down the content of the reform in an orderly manner. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and lay on the table with his eyes closed.

He worked day and night for Da Jing, studying in Wenyuan Pavilion during the day and thinking and writing all night long. He dedicated everything to the country, the people and Emperor Jing.

So how could Jun Lin bear to let him down?

She has to shoulder this huge responsibility.

Jun Lin said softly: "Ming He?"

He was breathing heavily, sleepily closing his eyes and answering in a daze.

"Thank you for your hard work. I guess I'll have to give you regular massages next time to relieve your fatigue. I saw you frowning and rubbing your forehead more often this morning."

After saying this, she felt a little guilty and muttered, "Did I overexploit my employees?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Minghe's head moved a little towards her. The man still had his eyes closed, breathing steadily and long. This unconscious action startled Jun Lin.

She thought for a moment, raised her hand tentatively, placed it on his forehead and massaged it gently.

The soft fingertips relieved his fatigue again and again, and the man's slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed. The sunlight coming through the lattice window fell on his profile, and even his eyelashes cast a beautiful silhouette under his eyelids.

Wenyuan Pavilion suddenly became unnaturally warm.

But Junlin doesn't think so.

With her left hand hooked by Jin Ge and her right hand trapped by Ming He, she suddenly doubted her conscience.

Oh no, both beauties are so alluring.

Now, is this considered as taking advantage of others?

Then he slumped in his chair with a look of despair on his face, and gradually lost his dreams.

I can't stop at all. If I stop here, that person's eyebrows will be tighter. If I stop there, that person's brows will wrinkle again.

I feel so tired.

The space was too quiet, and she couldn't help feeling a little sleepy after sitting alone for a long time. However, when she turned her head to look, the two of them showed no signs of waking up.

So annoying.

The tyrant factor started to go wild again, and he quickly withdrew his hand, so Jin Ge woke up first with a slight movement of his fingertips.

He looked at the expressionless Emperor Jing and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? You look so ugly right after you woke up."

Jun Lin smiled slightly: "What kind of bad habit do you have? You have to hook someone's finger when you want to sleep. I'm lucky that I didn't move and let you sleep until now."

Jin Ge, who was yawning, was stunned for a moment, then smiled at her: "Is that so? Then I have to thank my husband."

She said sincerely: "If you want to thank me, just pay me."

Do you want to get it for free?

Jin Ge: “…”

Tsk.

He let out a gasp, then his eyes drifted to her other hand, which was now resting on Minghe's temple in an extremely intimate manner, and was considerately tucking the fallen hair behind his ear.

Jin Ge: “???”

What kind of difference is this?

“How much does this service cost?”

"Do you think I'm such a scoundrel?"

"Five hundred taels."

"Gold or silver?"

"Gold."

"Come here."

The tyrant waved at him with a kind face.

Jin Ge smiled, but then he lay down and rested his head on her knees.

Jun Lin said seriously: "The knee pillow costs extra."

Jin Ge was ready to enjoy the service and closed her eyes: "How much do you want?"

"Another five hundred taels of gold."

"good."

She frowned when she heard that. Why agreed so readily?

So the tyrant regretted his decision.

"No, I am the Emperor Jing. I have a high status and I have to pay more for celebrity brands."

Although he didn't understand what she said, Jin Ge nodded in agreement.

After all, his world was empty, and all that was left was money.

He is willing to spend money to buy happiness.