The next day.
As the sun rises, the light smoke and mist are like a thief breaking into a secluded boudoir at night, coming and going in a hurry, leaving only a dreamy haze.
The occasional chirping of insects makes the world seem even more quiet and lonely. The bright morning sun is gradually rising from above the mist, spewing out magnificent morning light.
Gradually, the streets became lively, and more and more people were walking on the streets.
Along both sides of the street, there were the cries of peddlers and hawkers:
"steamed stuffed bun--"
"Freshly baked buns——"
“…”
Everything is no different from usual.
Peaceful and peaceful.
…
Murong Yanran slowly opened her eyes.
The sky was filled with golden needles and scattered clouds, and before I knew it, it was already dawn.
Qin Yuan wrapped his left arm around her curvy body, hugging her snow-white breasts tightly.
Qin Yuan's snoring rose and fell with his chest, and he was sleeping soundly.
Murong Yanran couldn't bear to wake him up.
Gently, little by little, she moved Qin Yuan's left hand away from her body.
It seemed that the movement was a little too big and startled Qin Yuan who was sleeping soundly.
Qin Yuan was dazed and stammered, "Little... Murong... be good..."
He stretched out his left arm and embraced Murong Yanran back, holding her in his arms again.
Murong Yanran was not annoyed and smiled sweetly.
She twisted her waist gently, turned her face around, straightened her body, leaned close to Qin Yuan's forehead, and pecked him lightly.
He murmured, "I'll come to accompany you later. Yanran, go and take care of your business first."
Qin Yuan seemed to be sleeping soundly and did not react to Murong Yanran's words.
Murong Yanran began to repeat her actions again.
This time, she was very successful and was not caught by Qin Yuan again.
Then.
She left this unremarkable house and joined the endless stream of people.
Last night, with Qin Yuan's tireless efforts, she figured out the whole thing.
Also mastered the idea of maximizing benefits.
Now, she was going to talk to Wen Zongminglou to find out the exact time when the "Da Zhou Weekly" would be published.
On the first edition of the "Da Zhou Weekly", there will be an article that will shock the world and make the ghosts cry.
It will definitely cause a huge uproar in the academic circles of Da Zhou!
As Murong Yanran was busy running around, time passed quietly, and everything was finally ready, waiting for the newspaper to be published!
Yan Jiaoran also followed Qin Yuan's plan and suppressed Kong Lingda's memorial, keeping it in the palace without sending it out, forcing him to make a public memorial at the upcoming grand court meeting!
…
On this day, the night watchman had not yet finished.
The stars in the sky gradually became dim, the moon was gradually covered by clouds, and the earth was still shrouded in a hazy darkness.
At the edge of the imperial city, the carriages and sedan chairs of civil and military officials had already arrived.
Today is the day of the grand court meeting held once every ten days.
I don’t know if the female tyrant Yan Jiaoran will be absent from work this time.
After all, she had attended three court sessions in a row.
Given her personality, isn't it time for her to take a break?
Your Majesty, if you are lazy.
It's good for him too, so he goes back to the Jiaofangsi to catch up on some sleep.
Qian Daren dragged his weak legs and climbed the steps in front of the Qiankun Hall step by step.
"Old Qian, you didn't spend the night at the Jiaofangsi again last night, did you?"
"Look at your legs. You have no strength left."
"Are those little goblins from the Jiaofangsi really that annoying?"
Qian Daren turned around angrily, glared at him and said, "Old Zhao, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"Those young ladies in the Jiaofangsi are not worthy of being killed by this old man."
"I've been in the countryside for three days investigating. I haven't slept a wink in those three days, so I look so tired!"
"Haha." Zhao Yiren couldn't stop laughing.
I don't believe you at all.
Seeing through it but not saying it out loud, Zhao Yiren changed the subject and said, "Old Qian, have you heard about it?"
"Something big is going to happen at today's grand court meeting!"
Qian Daren rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Big deal?"
"Whatever happened in the Zhou Dynasty was a big deal?"
"Don't be so startled, kid!"
Zhao Yiren chuckled and said, "Today is different. This is a huge matter!"
"The news has spread throughout Jingzhou, how could you not know about it?"
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"Is His Majesty going to do something again?"
Qian Daren asked doubtfully.
After get off work, he liked to discuss academic matters with the dancers from the Jiaofangsi and never got involved in any official disputes.
Zhao Yiren looked at the shameless old man with ill intent and whispered, "Look over there, do you see that?"
Qian Daren followed his gaze.
The people of the Left Prime Minister Kong Lingda's party were gathered together with serious expressions, as if they were discussing something.
Lei Fenkai looked at them coldly and whispered, "Prime Minister, is Old Man Kong serious this time?"
"Does he really want to bring up the issue of unifying the writing style of memorials again?"
Yang Yingguang combed his beard and said calmly:
"Just let him do it."
"I want to see what kind of trouble he can cause."
"How many loyal and honest people of the Great Zhou Dynasty have been buried in the past thirty years in the matter of unifying the imperial court's memorials?"
"How can it be so easy to do!"
"Even if he really found a good way to accomplish this and secure his position, he would only be able to stay in that position for a few more years."
"I've waited ten years, what else are we going to wait for?"
Yang Yingguang and Lei Fenkai walked into the hall one after the other. When they passed by the left prime minister's party, they deliberately raised their voices.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
