Chapter 805 : Forgot the Way of Monarch and Minister
Just like that, just keep staring. Yan Ying opened a memorial book leisurely and started his daily routine.
He must resolve these big and small matters as soon as possible, and then rush home as soon as possible to be with Ruoruo.
Her belly is racing against time every day, so Yan Ying is always surprised to find that his wife's belly is stronger in the morning.
Worries outweigh each other day by day. Whenever I have some free time, I can't help but think about what Ruoruo is doing at the moment and whether the people around me are taking good care of her.
He has arranged enough manpower, so there is little chance of something going wrong, but his heart still can't settle down. If he doesn't personally guard it, he can't let go of that worry.[
Therefore, his patience with Chang Ning was limited to the fact that before he finished reviewing the memorial, if he still acted pretentiously, he would 'lock' him in the imperial study for a whole night and reflect on it.
This kid stayed out for more than ten months, and when he came back, he forgot the way of a monarch and his ministers. He really thought that he had made such great achievements that he could be so arrogant in front of the emperor.
Chang Ning felt tired after a while.
This posture is extremely awkward, with the limbs and body facing in opposite directions and frozen.
Completely losing control of his body, Chang Ning was helpless. After waiting for a while, seeing that the emperor still didn't understand what he meant, he had to lower his head and said, "Your Majesty, I have my own instructions."
"Wait!" I didn't see that he was busy. I didn't say anything when I was given the opportunity just now. Now I want to say, it's too late, just wait.
Chang Ning had no choice but to wait patiently.
If you keep talking nonsense, you will suffer longer. Just let the emperor know about it if you lose your temper. If you continue to be stubborn, there will be no end to it after a while.
He still has serious business to talk about.
Half an hour later, Yan Ying put down the imperial pen in his hand, picked up the already cold tea, and took a sip.