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Hearing this, Nie Chi suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and chuckled with interest, "When did Your Majesty become so eloquent?"

Yuan Yao didn't care about the irony in his words.

After confirming that his attitude had softened, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, then helped Nie Chi prepare all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and said with a smile, "Uncle Emperor, they are all here, call me again if necessary."

Nie Chi glanced over the pile of things on the table.

He didn't answer, but he didn't say any words of refusal, so Yuan Yao didn't care about him anymore, but went straight to the door of the imperial study room, and told the little Shuanzi who was guarding outside the door, "Go and bring me a recliner and get some more." I'm hungry for something to eat."

Xiao Shuanzi was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded and went to make arrangements.

After a while, he brought all the things Yuan Yao wanted.

It's just that after entering the imperial study room and seeing the scene in the room, he was so frightened that he dropped the things in his hands, knelt down on the ground, and said in a panicked tone, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Yuan Yao picked up a cherry that fell to the ground, then wrinkled her little nose, and gave him an angry look, "What are you afraid of? If you don't tell it, who will know?"

The back of Xiao Shuanzi was sweating profusely, he kowtowed his head several times, and replied in a trembling voice, "Slave, I didn't see anything! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Yuan Yao waved her hand, "Okay, okay, I forgive you! Put your things down and go out!"

Xiao Shuanzi kowtowed again, then immediately got up from the ground, helped Yuanyao put the reclining chair away, brought a small table to the side of the reclining chair, put the cakes and fruits on it, and hurriedly exited up.

It seemed that he was afraid that if he walked a second late, his life would be lost.

Yuan Yao walked slowly to the reclining chair, lay down comfortably, then wiped the cherry picked up from the ground with her cuff, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste immediately stimulated her taste buds, and swept away her tiredness all morning.

She licked the remaining cherry juice on her lips, and narrowed her eyes slightly satisfied.

Nie Chi watched her series of actions with a complicated expression.

Yuan Yao noticed his gaze, looked sideways, and asked suspiciously, "Does the emperor want to eat cherries too?"

Nie Chi was silent for a while, and then said calmly, "I don't want to eat."

Yuan Yao nodded, then stretched out her slender hand, picked up a piece of crispy pastry, brought it to her lips and took a bite, then said vaguely, "Then uncle, hurry up and approve the memorials, otherwise there will be so many memorials, it will be dark." Can't finish watching."

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Nie Chi's gaze fell on the pastry crumbs around her lips, but he couldn't help it after all, and asked again, "Why doesn't Your Majesty approve it himself?"

Yuan Yao felt a little ashamed, but she could only tell the truth, "I don't understand."

But Nie Chi still didn't give up, "Then how do you know that I can understand... I'm used to being idle, and I never pay attention to court affairs."

Yuan Yao frowned slightly.

She didn't know that Nie Chi could be so entangled.

So she sat up, got off the recliner, picked up a cherry, walked to the desk, and stuffed it directly into Nie Chi's mouth, blocking his words.

Her soft fingertips accidentally brushed the corner of his lips, but she didn't care. She just put down her hand and ordered for the first time in a pampered gesture, "I said you can watch if you can! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up Look! Don't leave until you finish reading!"

Nie Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and ate the cherry into his mouth. After all, he gave up resistance, sat down behind the desk, and picked up the brush as if resigned to his fate.

Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

She went to find a book of unofficial history on the bookshelf beside her, then returned to the recliner, and read it leisurely.

On the other hand, after the national teacher left the palace, he did not return to his mansion.

His carriage circled the bustling street several times, and finally stopped at the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As soon as the boy guarding the back door saw the national teacher, he opened the door knowingly and welcomed him in.