Busy days bring more pain than leisure days

Confucius once said: "Those little stars, three or five in the east. They are busy on the journey at night, and stay with you at night. Their destinies are indeed different."

This means that poor people have to get up before dawn to work, and they work from dawn to dusk, but they are still working for those princes and nobles.

Even though he didn't get up in the middle of the night to work, even though he was the highest ranking noble, but!

This still cannot change the fact that he is just a hard-working worker!

Ji Mingxiu lay on the couch with an expressionless face, staring at the memorial. The words in front of his eyes were flying and connecting into lines, and his thoughts were wandering along the handwriting.

I slept very late last night, does that count as overtime? But the one who slept with me was the Imperial Master, so if it counts as overtime, it should be the Imperial Master. No, no, he is the poor one who was forced to work, and there is no overtime pay for overtime, wuwuwu...

Oh, so annoying!

Ji Mingxiu changed his posture. He really couldn't read these memorials. Why couldn't these ministers just speak directly when they had something to say? They had to quote scriptures and talk a lot. I didn't know what they were talking about.

If you are short of money, just say it directly. Why do you have to praise the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors first, then curse King Jie of Xia and King Zhou of Shang, and finally talk about how miserable the people are in the world, and then say, "Old Emperor, give me money!"

If you give money, you are a wise ruler; if you don’t give money, you are a foolish tyrant.

It's so annoying, I'll just chop them all off and destroy them.

Ji Mingxiu closed the memorial angrily and collapsed on the couch, not wanting to move at all.

Working is so tiring.

Qiu Ling, who was sitting aside sorting out memorials, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Ji Mingxiu rolling on the couch, his eyes full of smiles.

"Your Majesty." He stood up and picked up the memorials in Ji Mingxiu's hand, then knelt respectfully under the couch, his every move being absolutely proper. "If Your Majesty is tired and doesn't want to read these memorials, may I read them for you?"

"Hmm... forget it." Ji Mingxiu shook his head. He couldn't even read this kind of incomprehensible thing, and he would fall asleep if he listened to it. Moreover, his right arm was injured, so he could only read the memorials but not approve them. Although Qiu Ling's handwriting was beautiful, it was still quite different from his.

"Are they all sent by the Secretariat?" Ji Mingxiu looked at the pile of memorials piled up beside the desk, his eyes a little gloomy.

"yes."

This is the rule, no memorial can reach the emperor without going through the Zhongshu. And now the Zhongshu is almost a place where Li Qingyun has absolute control.

"Where is the Imperial Master?" Ji Mingxiu thought about it for a long time and still felt that Su Yuanbai was more reliable. "Go and ask the Imperial Master to come over and tell him... tell him that I have something important to discuss with you."

We tortured him for so long last night, how could we let him work overtime alone today! Besides, his cursive calligraphy was taught by the imperial master himself, so imitating handwriting was a piece of cake for him.

However, Qiu Ling, who had always been obedient, knelt under the couch and did not move. His fingertips holding the memorial turned white from the force he exerted, and he was unable to suppress the jealousy burning in his heart.

Su Yuanbai?

He did that, and yet Your Majesty still misses him?

He raised his head boldly and looked at Ji Mingxiu, his eyes filled with unclear emotions.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ji Mingxiu didn't understand the complexity in Qiu Ling's eyes, but he vaguely understood that Qiu Ling was probably angry at Su Yuanbai for torturing him last night.

Although it was indeed infuriating that the Imperial Master bullied him so much, he was not without responsibility for teasing him. He didn't know whether the Imperial Master's love was real or not, but he knew that he should be grateful to the person who had received him. He allowed the Imperial Master to bully him in love affairs, so the Imperial Master would naturally be more reasonable in other matters.

This is called tit for tat.

"Your Majesty, are you sure to find Su Yuanbai?" Qiu Ling moved closer, his tone cold and a little ruthless, and he was even unwilling to maintain the respectful title.

"The Imperial Master is my teacher!" Ji Mingxiu frowned and scolded in a low voice. Qiu Ling was his servant, so the Imperial Master was half of Qiu Ling's teacher and should be respected. How could he call him by his name like that and be disrespectful to his teacher?

Qiu Ling has been law-abiding and obedient over the past ten years. He has never been like this before, when even the slightest sign of being unruly makes people tremble with fear.

However, Qiu Ling was also doing this for his own good, and he had never scolded Qiu Ling in such a harsh tone before...

Thinking of this, Ji Mingxiu looked at Qiu Ling's trembling fingertips with his eyes downcast, and his heart softened. He was too anxious. He finally found a force that could help him in the court, and there couldn't be any mistakes.

"I..." He stretched out his hand, trying to kneel down the stairs like he did before, but his hand brushed against Qiu Ling's cold robe and stopped in the air.

Qiu Ling leaned forward and knocked his head on the cold floor. His Majesty's short words completely shattered him, and his straight back bent into an extremely submissive posture. His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he had swallowed sharp pieces of broken porcelain, and every word was filled with the smell of blood.

"I have overstepped the bounds, and I beg Your Majesty to punish me."