He said slowly, "Just follow me in."
The words fell.
Yan Jiaoran suddenly flew back to the study as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water or a butterfly touching a flower.
After Murong Yanran closed the door, she asked in a delicate voice, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Murong Yanran took a few deep breaths, took out the draft from her arms and handed it to Yan Jiaoran.
Then, word by word, she spoke with difficulty, "Your Majesty, Yanran has a plan that will benefit the country for generations to come. I hope Your Majesty will review it."
"Oh?" Yan Jiaoran became more interested and said with a sweet smile, "How can you, little girl, come up with such a good idea?"
"Then I'll have to take a closer look."
Yan Jiaoran solemnly opened the stack of papers, and what caught her eye was—
The labor service is distributed according to the land area.
Yan Jiaoran: “…”
She raised her eyes to look at Murong Yanran, and asked with a smile: "Yanran, is this what you think?"
Murong Yanran agreed to Qin Yuan and had to bite the bullet and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, Yanran thought hard for several days and finally came up with this."
Yan Jiaoran's smile widened, and she said, "Yanran, this doesn't seem to be your handwriting. When did you learn this style of writing?"
"Uh... this..."
Murong Yanran rolled her eyes and explained, "When I was taking the imperial examination, I saw Qin Tongpan's calligraphy and liked it very much. So I practiced hard for two months."
She bit the three words "Qin Tongpan" very hard.
Yan Jiaoran's lips slowly curved up, as beautiful and sweet as a diamond, and she smiled, "It seems you are quite good at hiding it."
Murong Yanran pursed her cherry lips and smiled mischievously, "Your Majesty has taught me well."
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