At the end of May, the capital was Jiankang.

The middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe was drunk with a wine cup in his hand.

In days without alcohol, I can’t survive one day!

I am the Emperor of Jin!

I am Sima Yao!

No one can rely on me, I only rely on myself!

Since the beautiful Wang Zhiyuan left the capital, Sima Yao's life has been boring.

I like handsome guys!

As an official in my court, there is no hope for ugly melons!

You can only stand in the last three rows, don’t stand in front of you, it’s eye-catching!

"Anning, why haven't Zhiyuan come back yet?"

"That was not what you said when you borrowed someone from me."

Although Sima Yao was a little drunk, he was still very clear-headed, and his words were not without the intention of blame.

Where is Aning?

Aning is right in front of you.

Wang Gong (small name Aning) stood up, tidied up his clothes, and then stood firm in the center of the hall.

When he raised his eyes, Sima Yao was staring at him without turning his eyes, and the two of them suddenly collided.

Wang Gong said in his heart: I didn’t want to say it, you forced me!

"Report to Your Majesty, Secretary Wang is unable to rush back to Jiankang these days."

Emperor Sima Yao and Secretary Wang Mi had a close relationship. Wang Gong knew very well that he was worried that Wang Mi would not reply for a long time, which would arouse Sima Yao's anger, so he adopted a relatively gentle method and slowly revealed the details.

What's the result?

When Wang Mi raised her head, she found that Sima Yao was not as surprised as he thought. The expression on Sima Yao's face can even be described as calm and quiet.

Could it be that you are drunk?

Is the brain slowing down?

Wang Mi dared not make any more ideas, so he had to think so.

Sima Yao drank a sip of wine, his eyelids drooped, and his changing emotions were also covered by his heavy eyelids.

"Why can't Zhiyuan come back?"

"How is he in now?"

Wang Mi quickly answered: "Zhiyuan, he followed the soldiers of the Northern Palace to rescue Xiangyang!"

“Xiangyang?”

Sima Yao suddenly bounced up from the dragon throne, his face full of shock.

His voice was extremely loud and even trembled slightly. He hurried down the steps and came to Wang Gong.

Sima Yao's eyes sparkled, and there was an excited light flashing, and the light actually flashed Wang Gong!

Your Majesty still cares about Wang Mi, he thought too much just now.

"Why did Zhiyuan go to the place of war?"

“Isn’t that very dangerous!”

"What's going on? Aning, tell me in detail!"

In detail?

What else can he say?

Wang Mi decided in private these matters, and neither discussed with him, Wang Gong, nor did he communicate with the court.

"Your Majesty knows that Wang Mi went to Jingkou to investigate the situation after being invited by me. During this period, I received letters from Wang Mi several times, but in the letter, he did not mention a word about the military conquest."

"When he received Wang Mi's last letter, he was already on his way to Xiangyang. In the letter, Wang Mi said that he followed him to investigate the movements of the Northern Mansion Army more carefully."

"It's too late to stop him."

"I didn't expect that Zhiyuan was so responsible and really took this matter to heart!"

"Actually, when I promised you, I was just talking casually, and I didn't expect Zhiyuan to really bring back any useful news."

The casual expression on Sima Yao's face made Wang Mi feel that he had been cheated.

Sima Yao is really easy and casual in his role as an emperor.

Even though Wang Zhiyuan is indeed a quiet and idle person, he is also a court official. He is always responsible for being an official and having a salary and salary. He needs to do his job and do his job for the court.

Wang Gong was not convinced. He also received the salary from the court. We are working hard here and are struggling.

But after he, Wang Zhiyuan, had just done such a little thing, Sima Yao still felt sorry for him!

"Your Majesty is right, Wang Mi did not send much useful news."

"Maybe it's because I don't know what I know, and Wang Mi is really not good at observing and surveillance."

Sima Yao raised his eyelids and negated them very simply.

"Aning, you are not kind to say this."

Wang Gong was slightly laid, Sima Yao said with a serious expression that he was not joking, and what he said at this moment was all the thoughts in his heart.

What mistake did I make?

Your Majesty and Wang Mi are indeed wearing a pair of pants!

"If I remember correctly, the errand you entrusted to Zhiyuan was just asking him to investigate the situation in Jingkou, but he didn't say that he would follow the Beifu Army all the way to investigate the situation."

"In order to complete your entrustment, Zhiyuan followed him all the way. If you didn't say you were grateful to him, you even ridiculed him for being incompetent. Tell me, are you unkind?"

Wang Mi, who was far away in the sky, immediately received a signal: I didn’t expect that Emperor Sima actually understood me so much. He was very moved.

Wang Gong's five flavor bottle fell over and over again. As Sima Yao's brother-in-law, he felt full of neglect.

"Your Majesty is right, it's because I'm short-sighted." Sima Yao nodded. Wang Gong was able to say this, which means that he was starting to disobey his slander.

As the emperor, Sima Yao has seen too many things about scheming in this court, including disagreement, and intrigue.

  It has been a long time since we were used to it. Sima Yao knew Wang Gong’s thoughts very well, and he also knew what Wang Gong wanted to say.

Sima Yao just said that, and he must not let the court officials see the true thoughts in his heart.

"Your Majesty means, can Wang Mi follow the soldiers of the Northern Palace all the time?"

Wang Gong showed off his expression, don’t rely on me. Sima Yao fucked three cups of wine in a row, and his mind was very quick.

Will something happen to Zhiyuan?

Strictly speaking, as long as he follows the Northern Mansion soldiers and fights all the way, this is very likely.

However, Sima Yao didn't believe it.

"Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with Zhiyuan!"

You are so sure?

"Your Majesty trusts Zhiyuan so much?"

Wang Gong was full of disbelief and said a bald look on his mouth.

Sima Yao smiled implicitly: "Of course, maybe Zhiyuan can still make contributions."

Make meritorious service?

This is even more fantastic!

Seeing Wang Gong who was dumbfounded, Sima Yao explained kindly: "This child Zhiyuan has been very lucky since childhood. He has always shined with good luck everywhere he goes. This time, he followed the soldiers of the Northern Palace to fight north, and maybe he could bring good luck to the Northern Palace and win consecutive battles."

Wang Gong's face was extremely stiff. Sima Yao's idea was really simple, and he won consecutive victories?

As far as he knew, the soldiers of the Northern Palace did fight well in Jingling, but he dared to be sure that as long as they headed north, they would definitely lose their troops and generals.
Chapter completed!