Chapter 399 At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength and means.
The surprise on Jiang Yanchuan's face was just right.
A little more would seem forced, a little less would be too bland.
He slowly put down the red brush in his hand and picked up the little guy again.
He asked knowingly, "But are you tired of watching?"
Although the boy’s dazed expression made him feel a little distressed, but——
There was a faint smile on Jiang Yanchuan's lips.
As long as the little girl brings up a topic related to the Battle of Beiming today, he can casually say the words "lead the army in person", and then have a heart-to-heart talk between father and daughter where they can talk about anything.
"hold head high."
Under Jiang Yanchuan's earnest gaze, Jiang Yingcheng finally spoke, but what he said was -
"This is Master Kan's memorial—"
She stretched out her hand and handed the memorial to her handsome father, indicating that it was an important matter that needed to be resolved first. Then she turned her head, took out another memorial, and began to read it herself.
There was no mention of the contents of the memorial at all.
Jiang Yanchuan: “…”
Eunuch Changshun, who had guessed Emperor Mingze's plan and didn't even dare to breathe, said: "..."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yingcheng was sensitive to the complicated gazes falling on him, turned around, and asked with a puzzled look, "Father, why aren't you working yet?"
In his dark eyes, he was full of disapproval of this "lazy" behavior——
[Chengcheng wants to visit grandma in the evening~]
She also bought a gift for her great-grandmother.
Father must finish the work quickly so that he can accompany her to Changning Palace.
"...Okay," Jiang Yanchuan said in a harsh voice, "Father knows."
Jiang Yingcheng nodded and turned back slowly.
It seemed that he was looking at the memorial in her hand seriously, but in fact——
[Alas - the time was too short just now. Before Cheng Cheng could even read the contents of the memorial, the Emperor turned around...]
Jiang Yingcheng pursed his lips and smiled ingratiatingly: [Brother Tong, Brother Tong, can you help Chengcheng take a look? ]
Jiang Yanchuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that I didn't see clearly, not that the kid refused to communicate.
Then there is room for communication.
It's not bad.
After a while, Jiang Yingcheng let out a long "Ah——": [So it's about this~]
The young and tender voice swept away the previous depression, and the whole person was very happy: [Grandpa Kan and his team have already made the weapons on Cheng Cheng's drawing~]
[Have you rehearsed the Art of War many times?! ]
[This way, Father and the others can end this war faster, and Chengcheng can return to Beijing earlier~]
Jiang Yingcheng's little feet were swaying in the air, and the eyes of all the palace people in the study were filled with love. Some of them even mustered up the courage to look at each other and laughed in unison.
The atmosphere in Yu's study was filled with joy. In the entire palace, only Jiang Yanchuan and Eunuch Changshun could not laugh.
Jiang Yanchuan's attack failed, so he came up with another plan.
He put a little more strength on it, put the memorial on the desk, and sighed as if he was worried: "I——"
【Wow!】
The exclamation in his heart rang out almost at the same time as Jiang Yanchuan's words.
[The uncle who wrote this memorial is also a strange man! ]
[Hahahaha, he saw that Master Ying of Tuobi County made a lot of money, so he wanted to imitate his way of making money. Unexpectedly, just after he buried the treasure, it was robbed clean by nearby thieves. Hahahahaha——]
Jiang Yingcheng looked at the "oohs" that almost filled up half a sheet of paper. He tried to hold back for a long time, but in the end he couldn't stop laughing and he laughed out loud.
[Hahahahaha, Chengcheng is laughing to death, hahahaha——]
Jiang Yanchuan: “…”
[Hmm? Did Father say anything just now?!]
Jiang Yingcheng finally stopped laughing at 007's prompt. She turned her head and asked, "Father?"
[Cheng, Chengcheng, you won't disturb your father from handling government affairs, right?! ]
Jiang Yanchuan's eyes slowly moved down from the little girl's guilty face, and finally landed on the memorial she was holding.
At the end of the memorial, the boy had unconsciously painted a small flower with four petals and two leaves attached to a stalk. It was a painting style he had never seen before; it was childish, strange, and yet full of vitality.
It was as if he was giving a little comfort to the county magistrate whose treasure had been taken away.
Jiang Yingcheng's gaze also slowly fell following the movements of her handsome father.
The small hand tightly grasping the red brush came into view first, and then I saw that she had scribbled on the memorial.
Jiang Yingcheng: “!!!”
"Cheng, Chengcheng didn't mean it!!" Jiang Yingcheng hurriedly reached out and wiped the memorial, trying to erase the traces that she had left there at some point.
Jiang Yanchuan sighed silently: "No problem."
He just felt a little sad about the opportunity he had finally found.
Jiang Yingcheng lowered his head pitifully, and dared not flip through the pile of memorials again.
[This memorial is about serious matters, why did Cheng Cheng draw little flowers on it too…]
Jiang Yanchuan paused for a moment, reached out and took the memorial from the young man's hand, without even looking at it, and directly wrote a plum blossom behind the young man's flower.
"Isn't that good?"
Jiang Yingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up again.
She raised her hand to cover her heart which was beating faster and faster, and felt that she liked her handsome father even more than before.
"Long live father!"
Jiang Yanchuan said "hmm" and wanted to bring the topic back to the Battle of Beiming: "Cheng..."
"Father!" Jiang Yingcheng spoke at the same time, "The memorial seems to say that they encountered bandits there and are asking for your help!"
In fact, the bandits only dug up their treasures and did not enter the city to plunder. Although the county magistrate felt distressed, he was not too anxious.
Jiang Yanchuan choked, and the topic that was about to come out of his mouth was once again choked back by him.
He lowered his head and pretended to read the contents of the memorial at a glance. He raised his hand and wrote a few words on it, and then placed it on the memorial on urgent matters.
When I looked up again, the young man had happily taken another memorial and was reading it.
Jiang Yanchuan: “…”
The air pressure in Yu's study suddenly became lower.
Another moment——
Jiang Yanchuan tried to speak again: "This——"
[Wow! How could this happen——]
"north--"
[Oh my god! What a miserable uncle——]
"well--"
[No way, no way, how can there be such a shameless person in the world! ! ]
Jiang Yanchuan: “…”
He opened his mouth several times, but was always interrupted by the young man's inner voice. Jiang Yanchuan took a deep breath, and his shoulders, which had been straight all his life, slumped a little.
At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his strength and means.
Inside the study, the eunuch Changshun, who was closest to the two of them, moved his heels slightly and shrank into the corner almost unnoticeably, trying to get a little further away from the cold air in this small space.
He had never seen Emperor Mingze in this state before, and he really lacked the experience to deal with it.
Suddenly——
“Bang——”
Eunuch Changshun's heels accidentally touched the screen behind him, causing a "huge" noise in this overly quiet hall.
Eunuch Changshun's heart sank. He raised his head suddenly and looked straight into a pair of shining eyes.