Yan Xiaomo left with Xiahou Dun and was reluctant to leave Ming Shiyin.
"What are you looking at?
Ming Shiyin can't save you."
Xiahou Dun snorted and pulled Yan Xiaomo towards the direction of the imperial study.
That Ming Shiyin was too lenient in taking matters into his own hands, and it was actually the little emperor's fault.
It was really abominable.
Yan Xiaomo said nothing and couldn't explain clearly to Xiahou Dun.
Anyway, at this time, he just regarded her as a puppet and had no feelings.
Not long after, they walked to the imperial study room.
The imperial study room was very empty.
As soon as they entered the door, they smelled a faint scent of ambergris.
This scent has a soothing effect, and Yan Xiaomo quite likes it.
Strong but not pungent, the fragrance is very natural.
"Let's finish reviewing those piles of memorials."
Xiahou Dun pointed at the pile of memorials on the desk and said calmly.
It seemed like he was just ordering a small thing.
Yan Xiaomo looked towards An Zhuo and twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, what a joke.
Then, Yan Xiaomo turned around and left without thinking.
She thought that there were only more than twenty books at most.
In fact, there were at least more than a hundred books there.
This was definitely an attempt to mess with her.
He would have to correct twenty books until night, let alone more than a hundred.
She probably wouldn't be able to finish them all night long.
So many books, how many days have they accumulated?
Let her do all the hard work.
Who is the real person in power?
"stop."
Xiahou Dun shouted, turned over and landed firmly in front of Yan Xiaomo.
"There are so many memorials that I can't finish even if I work overtime all night.
You should be the emperor."
Yan Xiaomo said, taking off the crown and throwing it to the ground aside, with an unprecedented look of disgust on his face.
If she had known that it would be so difficult to be the emperor, Yan Xiaomo would definitely have the system change her identity.
This identity was not good at all.
It just had no real power and she had to do so much work for Xiahou Dun.
This is called helping people count money after being sold.
Big loss.
Xiahou Dun's expression changed.
He looked at the crown that was thrown to the ground by the little emperor, and he was very angry.
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
Xiahou Dun asked coldly.
"Of course I know what I'm talking about.
You treat me like a puppet and treat me like a pustule.
I've tolerated it.
Anyway, I'm a worthless waste.
But why does the general want me to deal with it?
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You should handle it yourself."
"You care about the throne, but I don't care about it.
The general is more suitable for this throne than me."
Yan Xiaomo shouted hysterically towards Xiahou Dun, his eyes were red and there was a hint of silver in his eye sockets.
She didn't know why she said these words It seems that these words have been suppressed in my heart for a long time, and I feel much better after saying them.
The wind blew, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Yan Xiaomo felt a little nervous, not feeling as cheerful as before.
"You really think so" After a long time, Xiahou Dun finally asked.
"Well, don't you want to be the emperor anyway?
Then you can be the emperor."
Yan Xiaomo said with an indifferent expression.
Just because others care about it doesn't mean she cares about it too.
Xiahou Dun glanced at her lightly and hummed: "If the late emperor heard what you said, he would probably crawl out of the imperial mausoleum in anger."
This is the first time I heard the little emperor say that he doesn't want to be the emperor, and I'm a little surprised.
"Don't worry, the lid of the late emperor's coffin is tightly closed."
Yan Xiaomo laughed, everyone was already dead, what was she afraid of oshow7: