The gloomy voice was extremely low, and every word seemed to have a hook, piercing into Shang Junlin's heart.
Shang Junlin placed one hand on Shen Yu's back to support the young man's body. Seeing that he would not fall, Shen Yu climbed onto Shang Junlin's shoulders with both hands.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and they both looked at each other, reflecting each other's figure in their eyes.
Lips touch.
Trembling suddenly increased.
Shen Yu slowly closed her eyes, and pecked the man's lips lightly.
Shang Junlin's other hand was also placed behind the depressed waist, and his fingers clasped the flexible waist tightly.
He resisted the urge to tear the young man apart and let him touch his lips lightly.
Such as drinking poison to quench thirst.
Shen Yu knew that the other party would not be satisfied with such a touch, so she slowly pried open the other party's lips and penetrated in.
Similar to Shen Yu's usual style, there is no straightforward brutality, every movement is full of extreme temptation, and it is bound to lead people into the abyss of desire.
Shang Junlin's breathing became heavier and heavier, and when Shen Yu was about to withdraw, he turned against the guest, grabbed the young man's lips, and invaded heavily.
The offensive is more ferocious than ever.
The white and slender fingers were powerless to grasp the black clothes on the man's shoulders, leaving folds and folds, but at this moment, no one would care what marks were left on the expensive clothes.
After the kiss was over, he leaned down on the man's shoulder in depression, panting slightly: "Your Majesty, are you still angry now?"
Shang Junlin's eyes turned black, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "If I say that I am still angry, will Ayu coax me again?"
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" The gloomy voice was lazy, with a hint of hoarseness.
After breathing calmly, Shen Yu turned over and leaned on Shang Junlin's chest. The man's arms were wrapped around his waist and placed on Shen Yu's lower abdomen.
Shen Yu glanced at the case table, on which Shang Junlin's half-approved papers were spread out, and there was a thick pile of papers waiting to be reviewed.
"Your Majesty, let's approve the papers first." Shen Yu pointed to the unfinished batch.
"Ayu is with me." Shang Junlin put his head on Shen Yu's shoulder, reached out to pick up a memorial, and spread it out.
This note happened to be written by the prime minister, and it was about the evaluation of officials.
Dahuan conducts an official assessment every year. According to the assessment results, it is determined whether the official will be promoted or demoted in the next year. In the past, the cabinet was responsible for this matter.
The evaluation time of officials is set in winter, and the content of the evaluation is the performance of the official this year. Special officials will report the situation in various places to the cabinet, and the cabinet will discuss and report to the emperor, who will make the final conclusion.
The prime minister was very busy during this time, especially when he found that some officials were paddling all day long, he felt that he couldn't bear it, and he bluntly asked the emperor to re-investigate the assessment status of these people in previous years. A few needy people went over to help.
The other two ministers in the cabinet are also busy, busy with the affairs of the court and the family. They must determine the materials and the amount of gold and silver to be donated before the donation is announced to the public. Because of this, they are jealous of them.
In addition, Shang Junlin is more at ease in leaving things to the prime minister. Compared with the other two cabinet ministers, the burden on the prime minister's shoulders is heavier.
"For officials, Your Majesty might as well send He Chengyu and the others to the prime minister's side. It can not only help the prime minister, but also get training in advance." Shen Yu suggested, remembering He Chengyu and others who were still in the Imperial Academy.
"I also have the same intention. Compared with it, the Imperial Academy is currently the most leisurely, and there is a shortage of manpower in the court. It is just for them to get used to it in advance."
The next day, He Chengyu, Jiang Huaiqing, and Fang Jiayi, who were on duty at the Imperial Academy as usual, all received orders from the palace.
The three of them were stopped at the gate of the Imperial Academy. After the imperial decree was read out, the eunuch proclaimed, "Masters, pack up quickly and follow our family to the prime minister's side."
Jiang Huaiqing and He Chengyu looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
Although they didn't know why, they packed up quickly and were sent to the prime minister.
The prime minister sat in the study to deal with official business. When he saw someone coming, he said softly, "Since His Majesty sent you here, you should do your job well. Don't worry about other things. Look over there. These are what you have to deal with today. Go ahead."
After finishing speaking, the prime minister bowed his head and continued to do his own thing.
Jiang Huaiqing glanced at the place the Prime Minister was pointing at, and saw five stacks of papers half the height of a person on the small table, his eyes widened in disbelief.
These are all they have to deal with today? !
A few days later, Jiang Huaiqing walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion rubbing his sore neck: "I have finally realized how difficult it is to be a good official."
Every day when you open your eyes and close your eyes, there are endless documents to be processed. Compared with the days of working in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the life in the Imperial Academy cannot be easier.
"It's really not easy, Prime Minister," Fang Jiayi followed with emotion, "I always thought my father was very busy, but I didn't expect that Prime Minister was even better."
"Although I'm a little tired, I've learned a lot in the past few days. Apart from being serious about business, the Prime Minister is easy to get along with at other times."
The officials of the imperial court also noticed that recently the prime minister was followed by the top three of this year's first class, and they took them almost everywhere, and later even brought them with them to the early court.
There were also people who complained slightly about this, but His Majesty didn't blame it, and they couldn't say anything.
The two letters written by Mr. Fang arrived at Shang Junlin's desk one after the other, indicating that the real situation in Subei arrived earlier, and the other one also arrived at the palace seven days later, through official channels.
"This letter was released on purpose by Fang Jun in order to deceive people." Shang Junlin read the two papers and picked up the one that arrived later. "It says that everything in Subei is normal, and the disaster situation is not serious. They brought just enough supplies."
"Then this letter is about Subei's doubts." Shen Yu picked up another letter without opening it, "How is the situation of the Subei Army?"
If there is only a problem within the officials, the matter can be resolved a little bit, but if there is also a problem within the Subei Army, it will be troublesome.
"Fang Jun didn't find any abnormality for the time being. When I was in Subei, I separated the Subei Army and Subei official system, and the two operated independently without interfering with each other." The reason why Shang Junlin did this in the first place was because he didn't Don't worry about handing over so many Subei troops to Subei officials.
"Your Majesty sent Gu Huai to bring Yinlongwei over, not just to protect Master Fang secretly, right?" Shen Yu turned around and sat down next to Shang Junlin.
"Ayu, who knows me, their real purpose is in the Subei Army. I need to know the situation of the Subei Army."
Subei was an important barrier between Dahuan and Beimo. The existence of the Subei Army deterred the possibility of Beimo's army going south. Every time, the Beimo Army who attempted to invade Dahuan would be stopped by the Subei Army.
Late at night, Subei.
The ghostly man in black sneaked into the Subei Army without making any sound.
They all wore black masks on their faces, reflecting a cold metallic glow under the faint moonlight.
"who?"
"Hush—" The silver dagger pressed against his neck, and a cold breath enveloped him.
"Who are you? Did you know that trespassing on a military camp is a felony?"
"If you don't tell me, no one will know that someone came tonight."
The voice from behind was hoarse, and the kidnapped man wanted to turn around, but when he moved, the dagger on his neck sank into his flesh, scaring him so much that he dared not move again.
"There is something to say, something to say."
"Let me ask you, do you know about the imperial court sending people to Subei?"
"I know, I know, they are here for disaster relief."
"What else do you know? Say!"
The dagger pierced into the skin, causing bursts of stinging pain.
"Others, I really don't know... Ah, I said, I said, they seem to be very concerned about the situation of the Subei Army, as well as the disaster situation in Subei. Some of the supplies they brought were taken away before they arrived in Subei Well, I know that's all, really."
The people behind him asked a few more questions, and the last sentence made him break out in a cold sweat.
"I know that you entered the Subei Army through your relationship. You'd better not tell what happened tonight. I believe the people behind you don't want to see it. The dark thread of sending you to the Subei Army has not been done yet. It just went away quietly."
The strength behind him suddenly loosened, and the man turned his head to see that there was no one else in the camp except himself. If it weren't for the thing on his neck reminding him that everything just happened was real, he would have wondered if he had just had a nightmare.
He touched his neck, but he didn't feel the blood. He stood up and walked to the place where the water basin was placed, and leaned over to look.
His neck is really intact.
Could it be that it was really just a dream
The man rubbed his neck, puzzled. He was indeed inserted into the Subei Army by high-ranking officials of Subei. His identity had nothing to do with the officials of Subei, otherwise he would not have been able to enter the Subei Army. Something only a few people know.
He wanted to tell the people above what happened just now, and suddenly thought of something wrong with this matter, and forcibly suppressed this thought, he couldn't bet his own life.
The next day, he asked the soldiers guarding outside the tent around the corner, and everyone said that nothing unusual happened last night.
"Mr. Hu, what happened?"
Mr. Hu touched his neck subconsciously: "It's all right, is the general in the camp now? Regarding disaster relief, I have some questions and I want to talk to the general."
"Here, please."
The information about the Subei Army was personally sent by Yinlongwei to Shang Junlin.
"The prime minister seems to be very optimistic about the three of He Chengyu." Shen Yu glanced at Shang Junlin's leaflet, "I have praised them several times in the leaflet."
"I heard that since the three of them started working with the prime minister, the prime minister can take some time to drink tea every day, and occasionally play chess with Jiang Huaiqing and He Chengyu." Shang Junlin was noncommittal about the prime minister's comfortable life.
"Huaiqing also wrote to me and told me that apart from dealing with a large number of documents every day, the prime minister takes good care of them in other aspects."
In just a few days, the three of them have grown a lot. With their help, the prime minister's progress has been accelerated a lot. When the drama of Shen Yu's rehearsal is staged outside the palace, the policy on donations will be officially implemented.
"Is he still writing to you?" Shang Junlin held the gloomy waist and squeezed the soft flesh on his waist, "When will Ayu write to me again? Didn't I send some peach blossoms outside the palace last time?" The letterhead comes in, and Ayu can use that to write."
"No wonder Your Majesty watched it for so long last time, why didn't you tell me?" Sullen turned to look at Shang Junlin with a playful look in his eyes, "Also, the theater troupe said that His Majesty wanted my manuscript away, and His Majesty wanted it What is that manuscript for?"