Wang Quan pinched the red envelope. It was so thin, but he knew it contained banknotes. His smile became more sincere.
Minister Song asked cautiously and tentatively:
"Eunuch Wang, what does the emperor mean by this?
Our Yaoyao is only 12 years old. She follows the emperor every day and records his words and deeds. This..."
Wang Quan smiled and said:
"Master Song, you are worrying too much. The emperor asked me to tell you something. Master Song is only responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds during court sessions and the discussions with ministers in court. You don't need to worry about the records of other times."
"That's good. That's good."
Minister Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
After Eunuch Wang left, Song Yaoyao had a bitter face:
"Dad, please talk to the emperor. I don't want to go to court.
Besides, the ladies in the palace are all waiting in the harem for the Queen to dispatch. There is no other woman in the court except me, so I don’t want to go.”
Minister Song sighed:
"Yaoyao, there is no way the emperor can take back my life!
Just follow your father to court obediently. You are only responsible for recording the emperor's words and deeds during court sessions and discussing the emperor's remarks with the ministers in the court.
The job is relatively easy.”
"Dad, this is not a question of whether the job is easy or not, I'm only 12 years old and I really don't want to go to work!
Dad, I beg you, please go talk to the emperor and ask him to take back my life, okay?
What does the emperor like about me? Why can't I change? "
"The imperial decree has been issued, and you have no right to disagree!"
Minister Song felt a headache when he saw his unreliable little daughter. He just threw his sleeves and left.
Dad is gone, but I still have mom, right?
Song Yaoyao seemed to have no bones, hanging on Madam Song.
Mrs. Song poked Song Yaoyao's forehead with her finger and said:
"How old are you? You can't sit properly or stand properly. Can you stand properly?"
"Can't? I just like to lean on my wife.
Mother, can you ask Dad to talk to the Emperor..."
Before Song Yaoyao finished speaking, she was interrupted by Madam Song:
"No, once the imperial decree is issued, even if the king of heaven comes, you have to go to court.
Okay, mom will ask the kitchen to make you your favorite braised pork tonight, is that ok?"
"Mom, I still want to eat squirrel mandarin fish!"
"Okay, I'll do it for you tonight!"
"Okay."
Song Yaoyao also knew that the imperial edict had been issued, and no matter how reluctant she was, she had to go to court obediently!
She is only 12 years old. How can she be so confused as to lead a life of beating people?
Yaoyao is so depressed! Yaoyao is so sad! What should I do?
Serve it cold! Serve it dry! It doesn't matter what you do!
In the evening, Song Yaoyao got to eat her favorite braised pork and squirrel fish as she wished!
After dinner, Song Yaoyao went straight back to her room, walked to the bed, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. She took out a book from under the pillow. On the cover of the book, there was a line of words clearly written: "A Few Things I Must Say About the Elegant Scholar and the Pretty Young Widow".
Gua Gua looked at the book that the host took out, and his eyes twitched involuntarily, but he still asked curiously:
[Host, did you ask the shopping woman to buy this book from outside? ]
[Yes, Gua Gua, let me tell you, this pretty widow was very fierce. She directly pushed the handsome young scholar next door against the wall. When she made the scholar's heart flutter, she pulled away.
Damn girl, why did you leave?
I took off my pants, that's it? 】
[Host, do you remember that you have to get up early to attend court tomorrow? ]
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