The fire is rising in July, but the afternoon sun is still shining. The weather in early autumn is very dry. Wen Wenlan looked out the window and rubbed the dew cream on his face.

"Get up first." Wen Wenlan closed the lid, touched his face and applied the last bit of dew cream evenly. "I have something to do now, so you can go back first. I will send someone to notify you at that time."

Dongying stepped forward to clean up the table, put the note delivered from the Political Affairs Hall, and then took away Hanluo ointment, which clearly showed that the emperor was about to start working.

Lin Qingguo and Lin Qingcheng looked at each other and saw from each other's eyes full of reluctance.

"Emperor, the officials are all ready." Lin Qingguo straightened his body and expressed his unwillingness to the top of his mouth. "The officials are willing to wait for the emperor here."

The two of them still kneeled and did not move, which means that if you don’t take us there now, we will kneel here.

"If I want you to get up, you will get up." After glanced at the two of you, Wen Wenlan opened a memorial, "Otherwise you will stop getting up."

Lin Qingguo and Lin Qingcheng swallowed, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. They moved their fingers, "Yes, please leave first."

Wen Wenlan ignored them, looked at the memorials by himself, picked up a red pen to correct them, and pretended that he didn't hear them.

Dongling presented a cup of tea and placed it in front of Wen Wenlan. Dongying stood up to grind it.

"Where are you not talking?" Wen Wenlan put down a memorial and took advantage of this gap. She glanced at her, "Why didn't you see any of them this afternoon?"

On weekdays, no matter what happens in the palace, one of the two will always be by their side, but it is not around this afternoon. It’s a coincidence.

"Buyan went to Jinluan Palace, Buyan didn't say where to go, he just said he would come back before dark." Dong Ling thought for a while and said.

Wen Wenlan's eyes hovered in front of him for a while, before dark...

"When Buyan comes back, call him over, and then you guys go back." Retracting his thoughts, Wen Wenlan continued to review the memorials.

After about three quarters of an hour, I came back without saying goodbye.

"Your Majesty." Buyan took over Dongying's position, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm having dinner in Qingxin Palace. You can prepare it, don't make a sound." Wen Wenlan looked at the memorials with a few left, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Come to Qingxin Palace."

Buyan was shocked by Wen Wenlan's words. He blinked his eyes, wondering if he had heard it wrong. His Majesty actually wanted to go to Qingxin Palace for dinner?

"Is there any problem?" Wen Wenlan didn't hear Buyan speak for a long time, and threw a look over.

"I'll go now." Buyan bent down and went to the next place and quickly made arrangements. After arranging the meal, Buyan continued to grind Wen Wenlan.

After reviewing the remaining memorials, Wen Wenlan threw the pen and stretched his body, "These are sent to the Political Affairs Hall tomorrow morning."

Walking two steps to relax your muscles and bones, Wen Wenlan stood by the window, the sun was blocked by other buildings in Xingqing Palace, and only a piece of orange and red left burning in the sky.

"The time is almost over, let's go."

Wen Wenlan took the imperial harness and led Buyan to stop at the corner outside the two halls and pavilions, and ordered Yuzhan to stop here and wait. Wen Wenlan only took Buyan to Qingxin Palace.

As soon as I entered the Qingxin Palace, I saw Zhou Mohuai sitting at the table reading a book. Wen Wenlan knew that it was a military book without thinking.

The people inside didn't move, Wen Wenlan stood quietly at the door and looked at Zhou Mohuai silently.

It was still a plain dress with black collar, with a black collar high around the neck, an arrow sleeve lying on the wrist, an ink belt lying around the waist, and a warm candlelight softly sprinkled on Zhou Mohuai, making people reluctant to look away.

As soon as Lin Miao came in from the back hall, he saw Wen Wenlan standing by the gate and looking in. His expression was no longer as serious as before, and he had a different gentleness.

The lines of the eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and the eyes are as soft as water waves. Lin Miao heard that without realizing it, the eyes can betray a person's heart.

In order not to disturb Wen Wenlan to appreciate the "scenery in the hall", Lin Miao chose to remain silent.

While turning the page, Zhou Mohuai raised his gaze. After glancing, he caught a glimpse of someone at the door. He raised his eyes and ran into Wen Wenlan's eyes that were different from the usual ones that had no time to withdraw.

In the blink of an eye, she saw that she was as indifferent as before.

I just read it wrong, Zhou Mohuai thought so.

"Miss Wen, you are here." Zhou Mohuai put down his book and stood up, smiling at her.

"I have some troubles over there. Let's hide here and go." Wen Wenlan walked to the opposite side of Zhou Mohuai and sat down, "I haven't had dinner yet, so I'll use it here."

"Miss Wen was joking. This is your mansion. You can come anytime." Zhou Mohuai took the book and cleared the table.

Lin Miao came out with tea, Wen Wenlan looked at it, "There is no tea, I will have dinner later."

"I'll find someone to help you remove the incense, but now there's no hurry, just have a meal first." Wen Wenlan kept scanning the stack of military books, "Have you been reading books recently?"

"Yes, I asked Lin Miao to help me find some military books, it doesn't matter." Zhou Mohuai brought the books over. "I heard of some before, but I can't remember them completely. Now I look at the military tactics and war examples recorded in it to deepen my impression, and review the past and learn about the new."

Reviewing the old and learning the new? Wen Wenlan took the book and read it. It was "The Art of United Front Warfare".

Although this is not a secret, only the royal family and several generals are qualified to see it. After all, it records the battles of all sizes, both big and small, before the father's revival, and there were victory and defeat, but it invisibly recorded the difficult road of the founding of the Southern Dynasty.

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Wen Wenlan: Can you have a meal with you?

Zhou Mohuai: Of course.

Wen Wenlan: After dinner, you are my person.

Zhou Mohuai:!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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