The surprise on Jiang Yanchuan's face is just right.
One point more will appear deliberate, one point less will be too bland.
He slowly put down the Cinnabar Brush in his hand and picked up the little guy again.
He asked knowingly, "But are you tired of watching?"
Although the little guy's stunned expression made him feel a little distressed, but--
Jiang Yanchuan The smile on his lips was clear and shallow.
As long as the little one talks about topics related to Beiming Campaign today, he can say the words "Personal Imperial Campaign" as if unintentionally, and a heart-to-heart talk between father and daughter will begin.
"Ang."
Under Jiang Yanchuan's eager eyes, Jiang Yingcheng finally spoke, and what he said was--
"This is Memorials from Grandpa Kan--"
She stretched out her hand and handed the letter Memorials to the hand of her beauty Imperial Father, indicating that this was an important matter that needed to be resolved first. Then she turned her head, took out another Memorials, and started reading by herself.
The content above Memorials is not mentioned at all.
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
Having guessed Emperor Mingze's plan, Eunuch Changshun didn't even dare to breathe. "..."
"Huh?" Jiang Yingcheng was sensitive to the complex gaze falling on him, and turned around with a puzzled look on his face, "Imperial Father Why aren't you working yet?"
His dark eyes were full of disapproval of this "lazy" behavior--
[Chengcheng also wants to see Great-Grandmother's breasts at night~]
She also bought a gift for Great-Grandmother milk.
Imperial Father has to be completed quickly so that he can accompany her to the Changning Palace.
"... Okay," Jiang Yanchuan said in a hard voice, "Imperial Father got it."
Jiang Yingcheng nodded and turned back slowly.
It seems that she is looking at the Memorials in her hand seriously, but in fact--
[Alas - the time just now was too short, Chengcheng didn't have time to see clearly the content on Memorials, Imperial Father turned around...]
Jiang Yingcheng pursed his lips and showed a flattering smile: [System Bro System Bro, can you help Chengcheng take a look?]
Jiang Yanchuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that I didn't see clearly, it wasn't that the little guy refused to communicate.
Then there is still room for communication.
Not bad.
After another moment, Jiang Yingcheng said a long "ah--": [So this is what happened~]
The childish voice swept away the previous sluggishness, and everyone was delighted: [Grandpa Kan They have already made the weapons on the Chengcheng drawings~]
[The art of war has been rehearsed many times?!]
[In this way Imperial Father and the others can end this war faster, and Chengcheng can Return to the Capital earlier~]
Jiang Yingcheng's little feet were swaying in the air, and the eyes of all the palace people in Imperial Study became kind. Some of them even had the courage to look at each other and all laughed.
Imperial Study was beaming with joy. In the whole hall, only Jiang Yanchuan and Eunuch Changshun couldn't laugh.
Jiang Yanchuan missed a hit and made another plan.
He slightly increased his strength, put Memorials on Writing Desk, and sighed as if he was worried, "I--"
[Wow!]
The voice of wonder sounded almost at the same time as Jiang Yanchuan's voice.
[Uncle who wrote this letter to Memorials is also a strange person!]
[Hahahahahaha He saw Tuobi County's grandpa Ying making a lot of money, and wanted to imitate this method of making money. Unexpectedly, as soon as he buried the treasure, he was robbed by bandits nearby, hahahahahaha--]
Jiang Yingcheng looked at the "whining sound" that almost filled half of the paper, and endured it for a long time. In the end, he couldn't stop laughing, and laughed out loud.
[Hahahahahahahaha Chengcheng laughed to death hahahahahaha--]
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
[Huh? Imperial Father just said something?!]
Halfway through laughing, Jiang Yingcheng finally stopped laughing at 007's prompt. She turned her head and her eyes wandered. "Imperial Father?"
[Cheng, Chengcheng will not disturb Imperial Father from handling government affairs, right?!]
Jiang Yanchuan's eyes slowly moved down from the little guy's guilty face, and finally landed on the Memorials she was holding.
At the end of the letter Memorials, the little guy had unconsciously drawn a small flower with four petals and two leaves attached to a stem. It was a painting method he had never seen before, Childishness, strange, but full of vitality.
It was like giving a little comfort to the magistrate who had his treasure taken away.
Jiang Yingcheng's eyes slowly followed the movements of her beauty Imperial Father.
The little hand holding Cinnabar Brush tightly came into view first, and then I saw that she had casually drawn graffiti on the Memorials letter just now.
Jiang Yingcheng:"!!!"
"Cheng, Chengcheng didn't mean it!!" Jiang Yingcheng hurriedly reached out and wiped it on Memorials, trying to wipe away the traces that she didn't know when.
Jiang Yanchuan sighed silently, "No problem."
He just had Pastries it hurt that he finally found the opportunity.
Jiang Yingcheng lowered his head pitifully, no longer daring to flip through the pile of Memorials.
[This, this letter Memorials is about serious business. Why did Chengcheng just draw little flowers on it...]
Jiang Yanchuan paused for a moment, reached out and took the Memorials from the little guy's hand. Without looking, a plum blossom fell directly behind the little guy's little flower.
"Isn't this good?"
Jiang Yingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up again.
She raised her hand to cover her beating heart, feeling that she fell in love with her beauty Imperial Father more than before.
"Long live Imperial Father!"
Jiang Yanchuan said "Hmm--" and wanted to bring the topic back to Beiming Campaign: "Cheng--"
"Imperial Father!" Jiang Yingcheng spoke almost at the same time, "The letter Memorials seems to say that they encountered Mountain Bandits there and are asking for Imperial Father's help!"
In fact, Mountain Bandits only dug up their treasures and did not go into the city to plunder and kill them. Although the county magistrate felt distressed, he was not too anxious.
Jiang Yanchuan choked up, and once again the topic on his lips was choked back.
He lowered his head and pretended to read the contents of Memorials at a glance, raised his hand and wrote a few words on it, and then placed it on Memorials for urgent matters.
When he looked up again, the little guy had already taken another letter Memorials with great pleasure and lowered his head to read it.
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
The air pressure inside Imperial Study suddenly became lower.
Another moment--
Jiang Yanchuan tried to speak again, "This--"
[Wow! How could such a thing happen--]
"North--"
[Oh my god! What a miserable Uncle wow--]
"Oh--"
[No, no, no, how can there be such shameless people in the world!!]
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
He opened his mouth several times, but was interrupted by the little guy's inner voice. Jiang Yanchuan took a deep breath, and his shoulders, which had been straight his whole life, slumped slightly.
At this moment, he seemed to have lost all strength and means.
In Imperial Study, Eunuch Changshun, who was closest to the two of them, moved his heels slightly, almost invisibly shrinking back into the corner, trying to get a little further away from the cold air in this small space.
He had never seen Emperor Mingze in such a state before, and he really lacked the experience to deal with it.
Suddenly--
"Boom--"
Eunuch Changshun's heel accidentally touched Screen behind him, causing a "huge" abnormal sound in the overly quiet hall.
Eunuch Changshun felt a chill in his heart, suddenly raised his head, and looked straight into a pair of eyes that suddenly shone brightly.