[Dog Tyrant, are you sick? ]
[You are disgusted with me for breaking up your date with Feng Liuyu, so you are deliberately making things difficult for me, right? 】
[It’s lunch time! ]
[Why don't you let me go? 】
[996 doesn’t mean you won’t have to eat! ]
[Believe it or not, I will turn into a starving ghost and swallow you in one gulp! ]
【So annoying! 】
"In that case, Miss Sima, please have dinner with me!"
After experiencing several rounds of Si Muqiao's inconsistency, Murong Qingli actually gradually got used to her schizophrenic personality!
This time, he did not get so angry that he jumped up and down. Instead, he felt inexplicably happy.
Well, he liked to see that Lady Sima was obviously very angry in her heart and wanted to scold him to death, but on the surface she had to be respectful to him and pretend to be infatuated with him.
This is so interesting!
"Oh, okay, then I will respectfully obey your command!"
Since the dog tyrant has asked, he wants her to stay and have dinner with him, not the kind where she has to stand by and serve him.
Then why should she hesitate?
Of course I agree!
Lunch is naturally much richer than breakfast.
Si Muqiao roughly counted and found that there were about eight hot dishes, eight cold dishes, two desserts and one soup on the table.
This scale is comparable to a banquet!
Apart from having to occasionally help the dog tyrant serve food during the meal and waiting for him to pick up his chopsticks first, everything else was very nice.
At least, she was satisfied with the meal.
After eating and drinking, Si Muqiao felt a little sleepy.
But the dog tyrant sat down at the desk with great interest and began to flip through the memorials piled on the desk.
Just when Si Muqiao was wondering whether she should find an excuse to go back for a nap, the voice of the Dog Tyrant rang out.
"Come here and grind."
"yes."
Si Muqiao stood aside and began to grind resignedly.
[Oh my god, is this a mistake? The dog tyrant can actually write with his left hand! ]
[How come his handwriting is so beautiful? ]
[If I take this back, I'm sure I can sell it for a lot of money, right? ]
[Wait, is the dog tyrant really reading the letter? ]
[How come he reviews so quickly? ]
[After evaluation, it was found that although the dog tyrant is a dog, he has a very good brain! ]
[I am convinced. It turns out that anyone who can become an emperor is not an ordinary person! ]
[If this IQ was placed in the 21st century, he would at least be able to get the provincial top scorer, right? ]
[Ah, so boring! ]
【What should I do? 】
Simuqiao began to look around the hall.
When her eyes fell on the bookshelf over there, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Your Majesty, can I go over there and pick out a book to read?"
"Well, yes." Murong Qingli didn't even raise his head.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After getting permission, Si Muqiao immediately went to the bookshelf and started selecting books.
But she looked through it from top to bottom and couldn't find any books that interested her.
What is displayed here is either Records of the Grand Historian or The Art of War.
She just tried to pick up a book at random and open it to read.
In less than five seconds, I couldn't help but put it back.
There was no way out. The numerous complicated questions in the book were giving her a headache.
Alas, she was worrying too much.
How could there be storybooks in the study of His Majesty?
But she was already standing here, so she couldn't go back empty-handed.
Finally, Simuqiao picked up a book about the history of the Great Zhou Kingdom and sat back down.
To be fair, the content of this book is actually quite interesting.
Unfortunately, the text in the book is all in traditional Chinese, and is arranged from right to left, one vertical line at a time.
Her eyes were really tired from watching.
Finally, Si Muqiao finally gave up.
Her eyes fell on the book, and she looked like she was reading seriously, but in fact, her mind was already flying away.
"System? Tongtong? 233, are you there? Let's talk!"
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