Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Qingyi-Inside the Royal City

"I'm starting to hate late spring..." Lu Qing complained softly in his seat.

The floor around his seat was piled with documents that were coming to Shan Yu from all over. Unfortunately, before Umu could see the affectionate or false caring greetings from these subjects, all the documents and letters sent needed to be handled by them. View one.

Regardless of whether it was etiquette or not, and whether Lu Qing could understand Qingyi now, this errand showed his trust in Lu Qing.

Even some personal letters written by His Majesty could be opened by Lu Qing at will without any questioning.

What a huge amount of trust this is...

"Just read it once." Wu Quji, the Xian Wang of Zuo who was sitting in front of Lu Qing, took the memorial at hand with one hand and gave instructions casually with a brush in the other.

He raised his eyebrows, and instead of looking old, he looked energetic: "Why, is it boring our doctor to be so relaxed? If you are free, come over and help with corrections..."

In Lu Qing's opinion, he was just an energetic little old man. But this old man is not only smart, but also quite amiable after getting to know him well.

"Let me go……"

Lu Qing was not afraid of him either. He put down his pen, stretched out and said leisurely.

"But..." Lu Qing turned to look at Wu Quji, the doubts and curiosity in his words overflowing, like a small pond that was constantly being filled with water.

"Why would Your Majesty leave this job to me? Even if he doesn't look at it on weekdays, wouldn't there still be a chamberlain to do it?"

As he said this, Lu Qing smiled mockingly.

"It seems that I am not qualified as a political official. I am just a servant working for His Majesty..."

"In my opinion, His Majesty's trust and favor in you are still too much. Isn't this satisfactory?... Well, it seems that he really wants King You Xian to be on an equal footing with me."

Wu Quji's eyebrows were thick and dark, his eyes were shining, and he looked at Lu Qing with a bit of good-natured teasing.

Lu Qing's face turned red. He didn't want to pay any more attention to this disrespectful colleague.

These days, perhaps Wu Mu deliberately released the news to explore everyone's opinions, or perhaps some news was leaked. Anyway, the news that Shan Yu wanted to make him the Youxian King had already spread in the royal city.

Counting that seven or eight days have passed since this incident, it is estimated that the rebels in Kashgar should all know that the Shanyu wants to canonize a person from the Central Plains as the Youxian King.

Now even Wu Quji came to tease him about this matter, which made Lu Qing feel as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he was quite confused about the taste, sweetness, pain, and spicyness.

Happy? It doesn’t seem to count.

Not that he was very excited, Lu Qing just felt that this matter was a bit ridiculous, even - even a bit unbelievable.

Just like when he was a child, he read the story about Huang Gong teaching Zhang Liang in the middle of the night. He just thought it was a nonsense made by literati who had read too many strange novels, and could not be taken seriously at all. If you take it seriously, you are really stupid.

The same thing happened this time.

From the very beginning when Lu Qing spoke to Wu Mu, he said... no, he didn't believe even a single word. He just felt annoyed that such rumors were spreading so widely. Perhaps he had a vague feeling that a joke might be made in the future, and the joke might be him. Instead, he now felt the uneasiness of moral incompatibility and the pain after waking up from the dream.

Lu Qing didn't believe Wu Mu at all, not a word he said.

His career in Daxia was bumpy. He had hit the southern wall countless times, but now he only felt that the wall was getting closer and closer to him.

What was waiting for him might be the pain that would wake him up.