After drinking and eating, he casually wiped the oil stains on his lips with a handkerchief. Yan Ying ordered, "Prepare some of the snacks just now for my concubine. When she wakes up, take them directly to the bedroom."
Sun An responded with a smile, "Your Majesty, I have also prepared the meals for you, but the master never likes to eat too much. He is said to be picky, so every time, the dishes are smaller and the portions are more generous."
Yan Ying nodded in agreement and began to discuss the meal matching issue with Sun An, completely leaving Wu Hushuo in place, as if he didn't exist at all.
After waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, switching his left and right feet still could not relieve the pain in his lower back. Wu Hushuo looked at Yan Ying miserably, not daring to raise his head and look directly at Long Yan, but it did not prevent him from taking all the pain.
All the sorrow was poured out on Yan Ying's dragon robe.
Jiu Yao and Sun An saw this and could only sigh secretly. Wu Hushuo's movements were very large and obvious. The palace people around him had already noticed it, but the emperor was completely unaware of it. Several times, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye.
It’s just a touch.[
Under this situation, who dares to interrupt and remind me that the servants are so clear-eyed that the Imperial Preceptor has most likely violated His Majesty's taboo and will be punished.
After the meal, Jiu Yao presented the memorial that he had accumulated for many days. Yan Ying sat in front of the table and wrote in deep thought.
Wu Hushuo thought sadly, whether the emperor was prepared to ignore it to the end.
Didn't he just say that he came to the palace gate to observe the celestial phenomena? Even if he found out that he was talking nonsense, just smile and don't care. Why bother tormenting people silently?
Forget it, who calls him the emperor?
Wu Hushuo was convinced. She took small steps and moved forward, getting closer to Yan Ying. "Your Majesty, you are really hardworking. You have to take care of your dragon body."
Yan Ying snorted and said he heard it, but did not answer.
"To have such a holy Lord and Mingjun like you in the Yan Kingdom is really a blessing from heaven and a blessing to the people." The high hat sent another one to explore the way.
This time I didn't even bother to hum and just ignored it.
"Your Majesty, I haven't slept all night. I am suffering from cold, hunger, and back pain." He lowered his face pitifully, and Grand Master Wu pretended to be pitiful.
"Speak frankly about what you need to explain, and I will allow you to go back and rest." Yan Ying said lukewarmly.