The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

As soon as Wen Zheng didn't ask about homework, he immediately smiled too.

Sitting together, the siblings happily had dinner and talked for a while.

It's just this topic, which got off track after a while.

At the beginning, Wen Ling pretended for a while and asked about homework.

But the little emperor didn't like to talk, he played tricks for a while, and then talked about other people.

"The crispy duck is good. It's really delicious when it's tasty."

"No, no, I think the clear stew is delicious, and there is soup."

"No, I still like sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"We're talking ducks."

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The after-dinner topic between the siblings turned into a food exchange meeting.

Then, when studying at night, Ji Chenghuai was stunned when Regent Ji Chenghuai's spies presented all this to his desk.

"Food?" Ji Chenghuai looked at the information sent by the spies. It was rare for the little emperor's brother and sister not to talk about political affairs or the flood in the south today, but to talk about food?

This is a bit strange.

The spy knelt down, not daring to speak, but just frowning.

Watching this conversation, Ji Chenghuai unconsciously salivated a little.

Afraid of being seen by his subordinates, he quietly swallowed it back, and then continued to look down.

Except at the beginning, Wen Ling also asked a few questions about homework, but after that, the two of them talked about delicious food.

As a result, after Ji Chenghuai finished reading the entire report, he somehow felt a little empty in his stomach.

He ate very little for dinner and had no appetite.

At this moment, he was stimulated to have some appetite.

It's just that it's so late, and he doesn't want to eat more.

Otherwise, it will be uncomfortable to fall asleep.

In the early years, I struggled so much that my health was not very good.

Even if he is very good at martial arts, and he has been treated by doctors from time to time, he has some old problems, but there is still no way to completely cure them.

In the end, he let go of the secret message, signaled the spy to go on, and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't figure it out, whether the siblings had researched a new code word or something.

"Two days later, I will go to Jinshan Temple on the fifteenth day, and get ready." After a long time, Ji Chenghuai spoke slowly, and he said this to An Yi who was waiting by his side.

An Yi responded immediately, then turned around to prepare.

And Ji Chenghuai could finally put down the memorial and prepare to rest.

The little emperor is young and lacks the ability to deal with things. Nowadays, he still needs to deal with many things.

In fact, the people below want to support him as the leader.

It's just that he didn't have any idea about that position.

In the past, I wanted to climb to a high position, but I just didn't want to be mermaid.

Now that he has really reached a high position, he finds that the high position is extremely cold.

No matter how high the position is, he can't feel happy now.

What about being emperor?

Still like now, dealing with memorials and listening to courtiers talking nonsense every day.

So, there is no difference between right and wrong.

Wen Ling didn't know for the time being that the big villain had already targeted them, and even sent spies to report them every day.

Early the next morning, I got up early again, got fiddled with, then got into the soft sedan chair, and then went to the court.

After almost closing the screen, Wen Ling sat there and dozed off.

Waking up so early every day, really, never got up so early in the world of senior year.

It was so frustrating.

"Persist for a few more days, I don't want to listen to politics anymore, it's too early, I'm so sleepy." Wen Ling felt that these days were too difficult.

The original owner was very ambitious, so he was very aggressive about these things.

But Wenling is just a salted fish and ginseng essence, and doesn't want to make progress.

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