Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 83
The courtier who was as elegant as a lotus, who was writing a memorial for Yu Ziyao, was kissed on the cheek by His Majesty the Empress.

He said lightly, "The next one."

Immediately, Yu Ziyao happily picked up another memorial and handed it over, and the man took over and reviewed it.

As for the "hill-shaped" memorial, there are very few of them at this time.

The three historians: ...

It took a long time for the three old courtiers to react, and they shook their sleeves and shouted angrily: "You rebellious minister!"

It's really... pissed them off.

Facing the chief culprit but a courtier who looked at them without changing his face, the three historians blushed and stood at the door and reprimanded angrily.

Tired of scolding for a long time, he paused, took the water Jinse handed over and drank it.

As for Yu Ziyao, who helped the emperor to abuse the emperor, the three adults did not mention a single word.

The little girl Jinse was dumbfounded.

However, why did the three historians treat Yu Ziyao like a treasure since she was a child... So naturally all the blame was placed on Ning Yunxiao.

Looking at the three irascible historians, Ning Yunxiao raised his eyebrows, and continued to signal to the girl next to them, "The last one."

Yu Ziyao kissed obediently, and handed over the memorial.

And the man who received the memorial showed a fleeting grievance while correcting it.

The last one, so fast.

I knew it would be slower...

The eyes of the three historians were wide-eyed, and they spoke incoherently, "Imperious minister, you still know what to do, break the law knowingly, break the law knowingly..."

Jinse: How do I feel that the three adults are talking about the Empress?
And Yu Ziyao was busy watching the memorial here, and hurriedly said to the three old ministers: "Grandfathers of the three historians, you just hand over the food and the model manuscript to Jinse, and I will go to see it right away. "

One of the old courtiers waved his sleeve robe, put his hands behind his back and reflected the light in his eyes, and said slowly; "You want to drive us away and let this rebellious minister continue to 'deceive the emperor'? Humph!"

"Second brother, third child, we will write in His Majesty's imperial study today and look at this rebellious minister."

Yu Ziyao: Pfft.

Immediately, the girl watched helplessly as the three historians squeezed together on a small table not far from her, spread out the rice paper and began to write, and from time to time sneaked a cold look at the direction of the minister.

Jinse quietly brought a fruit plate to Yu Ziyao, after all the girl's memorial was finished...

Soon.

Yu Ziyao ate the fruit peeled by the big minister, and watched the three historians writing their manuscripts leisurely. For some reason, a historian who was reviewing the files was obviously full of anger and scolded the most, but now he laughed out loud.

What a joy, what a joy, the records in the dossier happened to be compiled in Ning Taishi's mansion.

If they don't add some material to Ning Yunxiao's personal biography, he won't know why the flowers are so popular, heh.

There was also an inexplicable gleam in the eyes of the other two historians.

Then Yu Ziyao heard a historian muttering in a low voice, and while muttering, he wrote, "Traitor, minister Ning Yunxiao, rebellious and deceitful king, below and below, committing crimes against the king, using color to serve the king, plotting wrongdoing..."

But he saw the man peeling the fruit beside him put down the fruit knife in his hand, and walked over quietly.

Ning Yunxiao walked unhurriedly, and arrived in front of the muttering historian.

The man looked down at the booklet with engraved templates, and raised his white hand.

He tore off the page on which his personal biography was written, and threw the booklet back into the arms of the oldest historian.

The historian was about to get angry when Ning Yunxiao patted the small wooden chair he was sitting on.

With a "snap", the chair trembled and fell apart.

The historian held the pamphlet and squatted on the ground with a "plop": ...

Master Ning, you are so naughty.

　PS: Mischievous, the finishing touch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)