The queen is also a big boss today

Chapter 492 My minister, Chu Ziyu, will definitely do everything he can in his life, and die after he dies.

Raising his hand to sip the tea in the cup into his throat, Jun Wuji raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at Chu Ziyu, who had recovered from being a prime minister,
Only then did the god's face relax a little bit, his expression narrowed slightly, his silver eyes shivered slightly, and when he looked into Chu Ziyu's eyes again,

The silver eyes are the color of trust that is entrusted with strict entrustment, and the thin lips are lightly parted: "From now on, this Nanyue will have to work hard for the sixth brother and you."

Meeting the trusting eyes and affirming tone of his king, Chu Ziyu's heart was slightly shocked, and he didn't know how he felt in his heart.

Feeling a sore nose, he got up from his seat, bowed his head to Jun Wuji and bowed:
"Thanks to the trust of the king, my minister Chu Ziyu, I will do my best to assist the sixth prince to revive my South Vietnam's prosperity, and I will die after I die!"

Jun Wuji's thin lips curled up into a slight smile, and he got up to support Chu Ziyu, and said in a clear voice, "Thank you."

When the summer wind blows, the branches and leaves of the birch tree rustle, quietly rolling up the clothes of the two monarchs and ministers under the tree.

**
On October 29, the Empress' Jiji ceremony is about to arrive in two days.

Starting today, not only the whole palace was packed up and down for the Empress's wedding ceremony, but even the families of all the officials and ministers were busy preparing for the Empress's birthday gift.

However, Di Beiyao, who is the person involved, is currently suffering bitterly in the imperial study, reviewing one memorial after another with a Langhao brush.
The ginkgo leaves outside the window sills are shining more and more golden under the sunshine of autumn, and occasionally there are a few clear and crisp calls of orioles,
Accompanied by bursts of seemingly indistinct grass, trees and flowers, it passed through the window lattice into the imperial study room, and got into Di Beiyao's nose,
The scenery outside the window is so beautiful, but I have to stay in the imperial study and review the memorials,
Di Beiyao just felt very heartbroken, this miserable Di Sheng, he was so miserable!
Finally, after not knowing how long the oriole outside the window had sang, Di Beiyao had finished reviewing the last memorial.
Putting down the Langhao pen, stretched out his hand and rubbed his slightly sore eyes, the whole person collapsed on the sandalwood chair as if he had no bones,
"Huh~" Sighed lightly, shaking his hand that was a little sore from holding the pen, the fatigue on his body dissipated a lot.

"Cuckoo~"

Accompanied by the movement of the bird's wings, a white carrier pigeon landed on the window lattice obediently,
Di Beiyao opened his eyes and saw its cute appearance, the red lips slightly raised on its beautiful face with a hint of a smile,
He stretched out his hand to gently touch the white and smooth feathers of the carrier pigeon, and then removed the small bamboo slip with the creed from its leg.

The slender fingers opened the creed, different from the previous yearning and lingering feelings of longing, this time the creed only has two short words: the door.

Di Beiyao paused slightly, what do you mean, the door?Where's the door?Is it the Royal Study Room?
Jun Wuji is here at the door?Impossible, obviously this guy wrote a letter a few days ago, and he had just set off at that time, how could he arrive in Beiqin so quickly.

However, the lingering longing for the past few months, and the beating heart that had hoped for a chance, rationally lingered in disbelief,

However, he still got up from the sandalwood chair in a strange way, and walked towards the door. Every step he took, Di Beiyao's heart beat more and more violently.
Assumption, she means assumption, assuming Jun Wuji is really at the door.

(End of this chapter)