Shen Jiu's familiar appearance made the emperor, who was standing beside him and had no place to take a nap, extremely confused.
Frowning his brows, Qiang Ce paused beside the couch for a long time, staring at Shen Ji's peaceful sleeping appearance, and took another deep breath: "That's all, you can go to sleep."
He walked to the study and sat in front of the case, intending to read the memorial. After reading and reviewing for a long time, sleepiness slowly came over him.
The emperor put down the memorial, covered his mouth with his hand, yawned slightly, threw himself on the case with some grievance, and closed his eyes.
From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of a prime minister occupying the emperor's nap place and leaving the emperor to lie on the memorial case.
Being drunk is too much.
It was too much for him to refuse.
Unable to sleep, the emperor no longer had any thoughts about those memorials. He turned around and stepped into the inner room again. He was surprised to see Shen Zui, who was sleeping peacefully not long ago. Now he was frowning and feeling uncomfortable.
No one would see Qiang Ceyan's completely unconcealed worry. He stepped forward and sat next to Shen Ji, rubbing his frowning brows: "What's wrong, Prime Minister?"
"It's uncomfortable..." Shen Jiong murmured.
Qiang Ce Yan lowered his head to hear it more clearly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Prime Minister, tell me."
"Stomach..." Shen Jun rubbed his face that was a little itchy from the emperor's hair, and suddenly felt aggrieved, "Qiang Ceyan, my stomach feels uncomfortable..."
No one dares to call him by his name. Even the Queen Mother only called him "Ceyan" when she was young. No one has ever called him by his full name like this.
While Qiang Ceyan was stunned, his hand had already been grabbed by the confused Shen Yu and he put it into the quilt.
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!" When his hand touched the softness, Qiang Ceyan came back to his senses.
Shen Jun led him to rub it twice and said, "You continue to rub it, I want to sleep comfortably."
Qiang Ceyan is feeling aggrieved.
The life of the ancients, how should I put it, was too comfortable. When there was nothing to do, it was as leisurely as a paradise. It was almost night when I woke up.
The emperor's palace was completely quiet. He stayed there for a while and got down.
When he walked out, he found Qiang Ceyan stretching. Maybe he heard the sound, so he took back his stretching hand and turned around with a mature look that an emperor should have. But his eyes were still a little uncontrollable in front of Shen Ying. resentment.
"The Prime Minister slept very comfortably, but he woke up at this time. Most of my memorials have been processed."
Shen Jun came over, walked up to him, stroked his head, and praised: "Your Majesty, that's great."
"Don't..." Qiang Ceyan blushed, "Don't be like this, I am not a child. I will be an adult in half a month."
Shen Jieyi nodded firmly, "At that time, the emperor can do what adults should do."
"What?" Qiang Ceyan, who didn't understand, looked at the prime minister's thoughtful expression in confusion.
There was a deep smile on Shen Jun's lips, "No, the emperor has already taken in many concubines. He has probably done what an adult should do."
The prime minister refers to... between the bed?
"Nonsense, I didn't." Qiang Ceyan retorted hastily. He felt uncomfortable just by smelling the women who were covered in thick rouge and gouache, let alone touching them.
Taking wives and concubines was the Queen's wish. He couldn't refuse, so he agreed. As for whether to favor them or not, that was his business, and the Queen could not interfere.