Looking at the table full of delicacies, Shen Jiu was very hungry, but after taking a few bites of his chopsticks, he put them down again.
"Prime Minister, I will serve you some food." Uncle Fu could tell that Shen Jun didn't want to eat.
Shen Xing stood up and said, "No, I'm full."
While eating by himself, Shen Jun suddenly felt that it was tasteless. There was no longer someone beside him who would just take a bite of something he thought was delicious and give him the other half.
There will never be a time when he will never touch a dish that he likes and will bring it all in front of him.
What's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours.
Shen Jieyi sighed, turned and walked towards the room.
I endured it for a few days. I had no appetite when I was drunk, and my stomach was empty when I slept. It was very uncomfortable.
One time I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up late at night and went to the kitchen. There were only a few steamed buns left and no food at all.
But...how could the Prime Minister's Mansion leave any overnight food? The cook probably forgot to pack these large white steamed buns.
Shen Xie pressed on her empty stomach, picked up the steamed bun, and gnawed it. It was tasteless, so she ate it hard and drank some water. After feeling that her stomach was not so uncomfortable, Shen Xie gracefully gave the middle finger to her boring life.
Every time he goes to court, he can see the emperor's pale and fat face, listening to the opinions and suggestions of the ministers.
Shen Jun was stunned as he stared at the emperor. Wouldn't the emperor's food be more delicious? In the past few days, he had been staying at the Prime Minister's Mansion and his face had almost turned blue and his steps were weak. He had to replenish his energy.
So I decided that I would take a walk in the palace after court, and then go to the emperor's place for some food. With him here, I should have some appetite.
Shen Jun secretly encouraged himself: Today will be the day to take the initiative to pursue Lao Gong. He crossed his arms for a while, hoping to get more pull.
"Prime Minister, do you have any suggestions on this?" the emperor said in a slow and threatening voice.
Shen Jiu came to his senses and saluted: "I have no objection."
Shen Jue didn't even pay attention to what he just said. In times of peace, when there were no natural or man-made disasters, those ministers just grabbed some sesame seeds and mung beans, and the street bullies talked nonsense. He didn't want to hear it.
"Since the Prime Minister has no objection, then go to Xixiang to receive the refugees from neighboring countries who have been made homeless due to the war." The emperor looked at him indifferently, said that, and then moved his eyes.
The ministers didn't know why the emperor said such a paragraph when he only needed a nod to reply. Only the emperor knew that his prime minister had deserted.
Shen Jun was slightly stunned. Doesn't this mean that he has to separate from Lao Gong before he conquers Lao Gong?
No, no, no, they have never lived together. They have always been separated. This time, the distance between them is just farther.
This time, Shen Jun left the court with a pout.
The Tutor stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, I see that you and the Emperor are slightly at odds and need some space and time to calm down. Are the suggestions I give you much better?"
Shen Jui turned around, really wanting to beat up this stinky guy. He was young and had a lot of thoughts.
"Thank you so much."
Gritting his teeth.
The Taifu touched his prematurely bald head and wondered: Why is he a little unhappy for the sake of the Prime Minister?
I don't know how to be courteous to the emperor, and I will be disliked for doing his best. The Taifu shook his head, feeling that the Prime Minister was ignorant.
Shen Jun was really ignorant. At this moment, he was preparing to go to the emperor to settle accounts. Why didn't he remind himself, so he asked himself directly.