When Spring Comes

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The emperor frowned and glanced at Huachun.

Of course I am very hungry if I have no food after talking for so long. Seeing that he didn't mean to give a banquet, Huachun couldn't help but sneaked up on the dried fish in his sleeve, glanced at the emperor from the corner of his eyes, moved his hands, and immediately twisted a dried fish and turned his head into his mouth while he was not looking at him. Stopped, then turned around casually.

This kind of trick was played when she wanted to eat snacks in class as a child.

Chewing lightly, Huachun looked down at the paper on the table. Seeing that the emperor hadn't spoken or moved, he thought he was thinking, so he stuffed another one with confidence.

Wan Shi was right, this dried fish is really fragrant and delicious!

Out of the corner of Yu Wenjie's eyes, she glanced at her little movement, and saw that she was sneaking up like a thief, her eyes were bright, her fingers were white and slender but with some oil, it was really dirty.

No, this is not the point. The point is, the dignified prime minister, who came to the Zichen Hall to bring snacks? ! Still eating in front of him without anyone else?

The sissy really is a sissy! How many men did such behavior?

The emperor was really disgusted in his heart, but when he looked outside, it was already so late. He had been talking here for so long, and it was quite useful. He couldn't care about ordering small fish, right?

After enduring it for a while, Yu Wenjie spoke calmly: "If this matter can be implemented, I will be rewarded, and I hope the prime minister will do his best."

Speaking of the rewards, Huachun immediately became energetic, rubbing all the oil on her hands against the back of her clothes, sitting in a dreadful manner, looking at the emperor and saying: "Can the minister dare to ask the emperor for grace?"

Moving his body to the other side, Yu Wenjie frowned and looked at him: "What grace do you want?"

"My mother raised the minister for more than 20 years, and I haven't enjoyed any blessings so far." Huachun said earnestly: "The minister wants to do his filial piety to help his mother complete a wish. I wonder if the emperor can agree?"

"You have to do your best, why do you have to agree with me?"

Taking a deep breath, Huachun said solemnly: "The emperor is the emperor, and the emperor does not allow it. No ministers and others dare to be the masters without authorization. The mother’s wish is not very difficult. I only wish to have peace of mind and return. , The room is spacious and the family is well-being', the emperor feels like this ordinary wish, should the minister do his best to satisfy?

The heart is at ease, the body is at home, the room is spacious, and the family is healthy. This is indeed a very common wish.

After thinking about it, Yu Wenjie nodded: "As long as you don't involve others, use your own strength, and don't violate national laws and family rules, you want to do it, then do it."

With bright eyes, Huachun happily got up and saluted: "Thank you Lord Longen!"

It's enough to have him. The words before and after are all blindly broken by her, and only the key point is "getting home, spacious room" in the middle. People, you have to pay attention to the artistry when you speak. Look, isn't this going to be a success?

When Yu Wenjie didn't react, Huachun got up and wanted to run.

"The prime minister of flowers." The emperor stopped her.

"The minister is here." Huachun was taken aback, turned and handed over: "What else does the emperor have to order?"

Leaning on the back of the chair, Yu Wenjie stared at him and said, "Do you think it's boring and hungry to come to discuss matters with me?"

"Where did the emperor's words come from?" Her heart trembled, and she immediately raised her head, righteously saying: "As a prime minister, these are all things that should be done. There will be no dissatisfaction and slack!"

For Huachun, shouting slogans and flattering people can’t be easier for Huachun. He opened his mouth and said: “With the emperor’s prestige in front, the minister will not feel hungry or hungry. As long as he can share his worries for the emperor, the minister will be there for everything. Don't hesitate!"

The words are sonorous, the loyal ministers are all blowing like this...Ah no, it shows!

Hearing her words, the emperor seemed a little moved. After watching her for a while, he said: "I understand the prime minister's loyalty, but it is not a good thing to defile this Zichen Palace."

What? Huachun was at a loss and followed his eyes to look at the position where she had just sat.

His grandma's, the dried fish leaked out!

It was too hurried to pay attention, and the cute and spicy dried fish were scattered on the chair and the ground, making the scene a bit awkward.

Gan laughed twice, and Huachun peeked at the emperor's expression.

He didn't seem to be angry, but calmly reminded her of the fact that something fell out. Standing stiff on the spot for a while, Hua Chun moved carefully over, took out the oil paper bag from his sleeve, and wrapped all the dried fish in it.

"I don't like empty talkers." Looking at her, Yu Wenjie said indifferently: "Just do what you should do."

He bit his head and nodded, Huachun pouted. This emperor is too naive. What is empty talk? Some flower heads should still be needed. Everyone is willing to listen to good things. Even if it is a little fake, it is better than rushing to the board.

The instructor who taught her before said that the best people in this world are never good people, but sleek people. Even if you can't be a hero, you can have a lot of bumps and bumps.

So she has been earnestly implementing this idea, and the scenes are also very good.

But the emperor, above 10,000 people, he has the right to be willful, and no one can control what he says. She was the only minister at the moment, but she folded her hands and responded with a smile: "Weichen understands."

It had been raining heavily outside half an hour ago. It was only when Huachun left the Zichen Hall, but the sky was already dark, and there was faint thunder.

"Master Prime Minister." Duke Qin looked at him embarrassedly: "The rain is too heavy. It is not easy to go if the Zichen Gate is flooded. Why don't you take a rest in the side hall next to you? Wait for the palace staff to clear the rain before leaving."

This drainage system is also bad enough, Huachun is speechless, seeing Zichen Gate from a distance, a piece of water sparkling below.

Nodded, Hua Chun said: "It's hard work Duke Qin."

Duke Qin nodded and asked a little **** to take her to the side hall, and then went into the front hall to report.

"He's gone?" Yu Wenjie asked with his eyes closed.

"Return to the emperor." Qin Gong just said, "The outside is flooded, and the prime minister can't leave the palace temporarily. The minion asked him to rest in the side hall and wait until the rain has subsided and the water has cleared before leaving."

After sitting for so long, I'm so hungry to eat something, still can't go out in the side hall? The emperor opened his eyes, looked outside, did not say anything, and asked someone to arrange dinner in the back hall of Zichen Palace.

He would still be happy to starve him and make the sissy suffer. Hua Jinghua seems to have become a lot milder recently. Although it is not as annoying as before, it is still quite annoying. Let him stay in that cold side hall.

He got up and drove to the apse, and the wind was violent and rainy all the way, even if the minion around him held an umbrella no matter how much Yu Wenjie was still getting wet.

"This kind of weather is really like three years ago." He looked around in the dark, feeling the cold rain, and whispered: "Even the killing intent in the air is so familiar."