Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 291 Ripples
Qin Yan didn't lift his limelight, and wrote rustlingly, "He's half-hearted again."

Liu Pan scratched his head, wrinkled his face, and wished he could throw away these memorials, "I have to mention trivial things, I'm so annoying."

Qin Yanfeng glanced at it, took a look at the folder in his hand, and understood clearly.

These are the opinions of the people reported by officials from all over the country. Most of them are trivial matters. It is really time-consuming and time-consuming to browse carefully. No wonder Liu Pan is not interested.

As a king, it is not enough to rely on one's own preferences.

Qin Yanfeng asked: "Just now you read "Lunheng", and there is a sentence in it that says 'The one who knows the leaks of the house is in Yuxia, the one who knows the loss of government is in the grassland, and the one who knows the mistakes of the scriptures is in the scholars', do you still remember what it means?"

Liu Pan muttered, thought for a moment, and answered in a waxy voice: "Only ask the people about politics to know the gains and losses, ask about the needs of the people to know whether they are warm or not, and ask about the people's plan to know the truth."

"These memorials are about public opinion. If that's the case, why don't you review them carefully?"

After Qin Yanfeng finished speaking, he put the cinnabar pen on the inkstone and looked at Liu Pan quietly.

Liu Pan felt ashamed for a moment, blushed in embarrassment, and muttered softly, "President Qin, I know I was wrong."

Just as Qin Yanfeng wanted to praise him for "knowing his mistakes and correcting them", the resurrection talisman in his arms suddenly lit up red.His complexion changed slightly, and he told Liu Pan: "The emperor continues to review the memorial, and put aside the ones that don't understand, and I will leave beforehand."

"Oh, good."

Liu Panjian responded abruptly.

In the past three years, Qin Xiang always left the scene suddenly no matter the occasion, he was no stranger to it.I heard from Imperial Physician Du that Prime Minister Qin has a chronic illness, and it's not appropriate to be seen by others when he is ill.

Liu Pan was concerned, and rewarded Qin Xiang with many tonics.

However, it seems that Qin Xiang's illness is not getting any better, but the attacks are becoming more frequent...

The burning pain caused by the red light increased day by day.

Qin Yanfeng quickly sneaked into a side hall, screened off the palace people, and held the resurrection talisman tightly in his hand.

Again.

Qin Yanfeng closed his eyes, forcefully resisting the sharp pain coming from his bones.

The severe pain followed him like a shadow for three years, every time it hurt his heart, as if it had tempered him thousands of times.Qin Yanfeng knelt on his knees in pain, his knuckles turned white, and veins popped out of his forehead.

After persisting for about an hour, the red light gradually weakened, and the torture would end.

Qin Yanfeng was exhausted.

Drenched in cold sweat, he lay on his back on the cold and hard floor tiles, looked at the empty roof of the main hall, and slowly and carefully placed the resurrection talisman in his arms.

He was no longer him, but a corpse lying in the mud.

After calming down for a long time, Qin Yanfeng was relieved.

Fortunately, I only hurt for an hour today, if I was tormented for a whole day like last time, I would probably only breathe out but not in.

When the pain was extreme, I wanted to give up several times.

But thinking of that person's smile in my mind, I suddenly had the courage to move forward.

So what if it hurts?Compared with that dimly lit Shangyuan Ye, all the pains of the rest of my life are insignificant.

He doesn't know how long it will take for her to recover, but as long as it hurts, there is always hope.

Qin Yanfeng caressed the sachet of twigs hanging on the hem of his clothes, rearranged his hair, straightened his clothes, opened the door of the side hall, and walked out with a straight back.

No one knows how humble he is in the dark, clutching the relics of his beloved, suffering and suffering, like a wounded beast struggling in the mud.

In front of outsiders, he will always be the calm and powerful Qin Xiangguo, and nothing can stir up ripples in his heart.

(End of this chapter)