Jiang Li, who was about to grind ink, raised her head and said, "I know him."

"Read the contents of the memorial to me."

Song Chengyin leaned back in his chair again, looking down at the little thing kneeling on the ground.

Jiang Li lowered her head in fear: "I dare not!"

Letting a little eunuch like her read the secrets in the memorials, isn't this putting her life at risk? !

What if there is a secret in the memorial and the tyrant kills her to silence her?

Song Chengyin looked at her calmly, "You even dared to disobey the imperial decree, what else are you afraid of?"

Jiang Li: “…”

You're just bringing up something irrelevant, right? She shouldn't have felt sorry for the dog emperor last night!

Without waiting for Jiang Li to speak, Song Chengyin continued, "You should study if I ask you to. If anything goes wrong, I will take care of it for you."

Jiang Li shrank her neck in dismay: "Then, then did the slave read it? Your Majesty, don't worry, I have trained myself to forget everything I read since I was a child. I guarantee that I will forget it after reading it!"

Song Chengyin chuckled, and the gloom between his brows completely disappeared.

What an interesting little eunuch.

[Congratulations to the host, the male protagonist's favorability has increased by 3, and the current favorability value is 23%! ]

Jiang Li's eyes lit up and she calmly picked up the memorial on the jade table.

Jiang Li came to read the memorial with Song Chengyin's permission, but Eunuch Mao and others did not have the courage to eavesdrop on the contents of the memorial.

"I'll take my leave."

Eunuch Mao and others bowed to Song Chengyin who was sitting on the dragon throne, then lowered their heads and quickly left the imperial study.

After everyone had left, only Jiang Li and Song Chengyin were left in the huge imperial study.

Jiang Li picked up the top memorial and quietly looked up at Song Chengyin in front of her.

"Your Majesty, did the servant read it?"

"Um."

Song Chengyin rested his arms on the armrests and supported his temple with one hand.

Jiang Li cleared her throat and began to read seriously.

When she read out those contents that seemed to give him a headache, Song Chengyin actually tasted the word "pleasant to the ear".

He supported his head with one hand and looked down at Jiang Li who was kneeling in front of the jade table.

At this time, Jiang Li was lowering her eyes, reading the contents of the memorial seriously. Her crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped, forming a faint shadow under her eyes.

The charming pink lips opened and closed, attracting all of Song Chengyin's attention.

Song Chengyin's throat sank, and a strange feeling rose in his heart again.

The evil thoughts took over his mind uncontrollably, making him unable to listen to any words.

After reading for half an incense stick of time without stopping, Jiang Li gradually felt dry in the mouth.

She licked the corners of her dry lips, not knowing that this action was seen by Song Chengyin. Her subconscious action was full of temptation and bewitching in Song Chengyin's eyes.

Song Chengyin slowly leaned forward and approached Jiang Li little by little.

At this moment, Jiang Li, who had been lowering her head, suddenly raised her head. The two of them were one taller than the other, and were only a few feet apart.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Jiang Li looked at him puzzledly.

When Song Chengyin came back to his senses, he suddenly felt like he was caught.

He pretended to be calm and stretched out his hand to Jiang Li: "Give me the memorial."

"oh."

Jiang Li presented the memorial with both hands. When Song Chengyin went to take it, his fingertips accidentally touched her hand hidden under the memorial, and his fingertips suddenly became hot.

Jiang Li didn't care at all. She withdrew her hand after Song Chengyin took the memorial.

Song Chengyin's face flashed with an unnatural look, and he said in a deep voice: "Go and sort out the files at the back."

"yes."

Jiang Li obediently got up from the ground and walked towards the files behind the screen.

Song Chengyin waited until Jiang Li's breath disappeared from under his eyes, pretending to be calm, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Damn it!

What happened to him? Why was he repeatedly provoked by a eunuch to have evil thoughts? Song Chengyin forced himself to read the memorials and get rid of the messy evil thoughts in his mind.

Snap——

Song Chengyin angrily threw the memorial on the table, picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all, calming down the anger in his heart.

In order to concentrate, he picked up the wolf hair brush as usual and planned to practice calligraphy on rice paper.

But when the wolf hair brush fell on the rice paper, he unconsciously drew on it, and it didn't look like he was writing at all.

Half an incense stick later, Song Chengyin's heart finally calmed down. At this time, he stopped what he was doing, and a painting suddenly appeared on the rice paper in his hand.

The person in the painting was Jiang Li, who had just lowered her head to read the memorial.

Song Chengyin's fingertips fell on Jiang Li's drooped eyes, then slowly slid down, passed over her small and delicate nose, and finally fell on her lips.

Rub back and forth.

Snap——

Hearing a slight noise behind him, Song Chengyin guiltily covered the portrait with a piece of paper, then stood up and walked behind the screen.

Jiang Li, who was sorting out memorials, dozed off at the desk, his head nodding, looking quite pleasing to the eye.

Seeing this, Song Chengyin smiled without even noticing it.

He walked lightly to Jiang Li and instantly enveloped her petite figure.

Jiang Li was still dozing off and didn't seem to notice his arrival.

Song Chengyin shook his head helplessly, and finally leaned over to Jiang Li, and when her head was about to hit the desk, he held her forehead with his big hand.

Jiang Li subconsciously rubbed his warm palm, which was undoubtedly playing with fire.

Song Chengyin's eyes darkened, and he held Jiang Li's forehead and lifted her head up.

Jiang Li opened her eyes dazedly, and what she saw was Song Chengyin's enlarged and enchanting face.

Oh my god! Jiang Li was startled and quickly crawled to the ground.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Song Chengyin straightened up, stood with his hands behind his back and looked at her.

"Get up."

"Slave, I will continue to organize the files!"

Jiang Li hurried to the desk to continue organizing the files, lowering her head and not daring to look at Song Chengyin again.

Song Chengyin quietly twisted the fingers hanging behind his back, which was the one that had just supported Jiang Li's forehead.

——

The next day, the east was slightly bright.

Jiang Li got up early and went to Yueyang Lake with a white porcelain jar.

She had already exchanged for a sedative potion, which could help Song Chengyin get rid of the nightmare by simply adding it to the tea, but this was not the result Jiang Li wanted.

Therefore, Jiang Li got up early and came to Yueyang Lake, intending to collect morning dew on the taro leaves to make tea for Song Chengyin, and then quietly add the sedative into the tea.

When Song Chengyin can fall asleep peacefully at night, he will definitely attribute the credit to the morning dew she specially collected.

Wouldn't the favorability value increase rapidly by then? ? Jiang Li thought happily, bending down to the taro leaves and began to collect the morning dew on the leaves.

By the time she filled the jar, it was time for the next morning court session.

Jiang Li covered the jar, then carried the jar towards the imperial study.

When they were halfway there, the weather turned bad. Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder, and then it started to drizzle. Jiang Li hugged the jar tightly in her arms and quickened her pace towards the imperial study.

The other side.

After the morning court session, the eunuchs hurriedly held up the imperial dragon umbrella for Song Chengyin and followed him to the imperial study.

While walking on the palace road leading to the imperial study, Song Chengyin saw a familiar figure from afar, and he stopped and waited.

When the figure came closer, everyone realized that it was none other than Jiang Li who came from Yueyang Lake.

"Your Majesty!"

Jiang Li hurriedly saluted Song Chengyin.

Song Chengyin frowned when he saw that she was soaked.

"Come under my umbrella."

(End of this chapter)