Just as Li Jian was ruthlessly beating the Crown Princess's hand with a small bamboo stick in the palace, Shen Qinghe's biological father entered the palace.
Firstly, he came to report to Long'er and tell him about his experiences along the way; secondly, he came to see his son, whom he heard was doing very well at the astrology hall.
In the capital city today, everyone knows that Shen Qinghe and Lan Tingche are the dream lovers of powerful and influential women.
Seriously, this kind of virtuous wife is just too wonderful.
The woman finally understood why men didn't want their women to go out and show their faces in public.
"Your Majesty, after this trip, I understand your good intentions. There are still poor people in Great Yan, and there are still places where people are starving, cold, and corrupt officials run rampant."
"This time, His Majesty has summoned me back to the capital. I am willing to use all my knowledge to enrich the laws of the Great Yan."
Long'er, dressed in a dragon robe, nodded without even raising her eyes. Li Jian was pregnant, and now she reads all the memorials herself.
So many!
So many!!!
Could Lijian only have one child?
Even this was after Tingche helped her go through it first.
She had previously asked Grandpa Lou to summon Chen Yunsong to the palace, implying that Lijian was pregnant and couldn't help her with the memorials, so she asked for help instead. She reasoned that the prime minister had always been faster at reviewing memorials than the new emperor, right?
But the old man said:
"Your Majesty, I am eighty-six years old. At this age, I should be enjoying my retirement at home, walking my birds and drinking tea every day."
He is eighty-six years old.
You still want me to work?
Yes, I am your subordinate; in other words, I can be any kind of royal servant.
It doesn't matter.
But why do you still let your servant, who's been working for eighty-six years, manage the household?
Is it appropriate?
At most, a heartless host would make an 86-year-old man work as a night watchman, but you are even more heartless than that.
"So what happened?"
Huo Xiaolong said this at the time.
"Eighty-six, nothing special. My great-grandfather is almost ninety and still serving as the head of the Imperial Medical Academy."
"...?"
“My maternal grandfather is over ninety years old, and he still serves as my chief steward.”
"So what happened?"
"Gray hair is the perfect time to give it your all!"
"Isn't my grandfather still my head of the hall? You two brothers have a good relationship, Prime Minister, let's talk this over."
Grandpa Wang, standing outside the door, was trying to suppress his laughter, his face turning red. His granddaughter was right; these old bones of hers were still working for her.
But that's completely different.
Dr. Gu Shilin is now living a life of leisure at the Imperial Hospital, surrounded by his disciples and grand-disciples. Apart from Huo Xiaolong's affairs, no one bothers him. He's very comfortable at the Imperial Hospital every day.
Speaking of myself, when Lu Kai was the Grand Eunuch of the Imperial Palace, he stood next to the Emperor every day, and his legs were swollen all day long.
Looking at himself, Huo Xiaolong said that Grandpa could go wherever he wanted.
But Grandpa Wang knew the rules.
He was still standing at the entrance of the Imperial Study.
Huo Xiaolong disagreed, so he had a eunuch move a soft couch over for him, and he would sunbathe at the door every day.
Back to Prime Minister Chen, no one can replace him in his job. It was only with great difficulty that Huo Panlijian became his successor, allowing the old man to take a break and relax for a while. Now, they want to bring him back to review memorials, and Chen Yunsong is the first to disagree.
“Your Majesty, you have taken good care of them. Look at Lou Laogou. I remember clearly that when he first visited me after returning to the capital, he brought a ginseng root the size of a radish. His physique was even better than when he left the capital.”
"I can't do it. I only managed to stay alive until now because Doctor Gu added that ginseng to my medicine. I'm too old..."
"Then I'll give you two more. The prime minister will help me for ten months," Huo Xiaolong interrupted the old man.
"Even ten won't do! Your Majesty, such fine things should be kept for yourself. Take care of your health..."
"Twenty."
"I can only review the memorial once for you; the important decisions are still up to you."
"good."
Although Prime Minister Chen and Lan Tingche were helping, Huo Xiaolong, who was used to the sharp sword, still felt uncomfortable. The Ministry of Personnel was now leaderless and had always been controlled by the sharp sword. The same was true for the Ministry of Rites. Yuwen Helan had only been in power for a few years and was asking the Ministry of Revenue for money every day. The Minister of Revenue went back to his son every day and cried.
Right now, Shen Qinghe's biological father was standing right under his desk. Huo Xiaolong put down his pen, looked up, and saw that Lord Shen had darkened considerably.
She grinned and said:
"In that case, Lord Shen, you should return to the Ministry of Personnel today, and remain as Minister of Personnel. If there are any inappropriate provisions in the law, please report them directly."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"
Lord Shen kowtowed to Long'er, and Long'er smiled and said:
"Hey, Lord Shen, have you seen the memorial over here?"
The man nodded and saw the memorial that looked like a small mountain, threatening to engulf Huo Xiaolong.
"They're all from your Ministry of Personnel. I'll send someone to deliver them to you in a bit. You're on leave today. Go see your son. Now, go."
Huo Xiaolong waved his hand from the dragon throne, glad that he had made the wise move of bringing Shen Qinghe's biological father back.
That's great, we have fewer things now.
Lord Shen left the Imperial Study in a daze, and now he felt a little nostalgic for the late emperor.
At the very least, when the late emperor did such things, he would let his ministers rest for ten days or half a month before they could return to work.
But it doesn't matter. My son is in the palace now, and the whole family works for Huo Xiaolong. What's there to complain about?
"Auntie, I would like to ask where Shen Qinghe is? I just went to the astrology hall to look for him, but the young boy there said he wasn't there."
The one stopped and questioned by Lord Shen was Wenye, who had just returned from outside the palace. She replied:
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