Chapter 249 And his Majesty does not belong to him.
His Majesty, who had been waiting for more than a year, finally woke up. Song Junzhan locked his eyes on her and refused to look away for a moment.
More than a year, more than four hundred days and nights.
Every day he came here he saw her in a coma. He had to test to make sure she was still breathing every day so that he could insist on going to court.
I couldn't sleep all night long, and finally fell asleep. I only hoped to see her in my dreams, but I always couldn't, never.
He had fantasized about the scene of sitting and chatting with her now for countless times, and finally he was looking forward to it.
Xiao Li sighed inwardly, knowing that he had scared people.
"The red moon, it's getting late, let's pass on the meal."
In order to protect the sleeping Xiao Li, Hongyue and the others built a kitchen in the back and strictly selected people to come in, so even if Xiao Li wakes up and passes the meal, the outside will not notice it.
There is a table for two people to eat, and the dishes are not exaggerated.
Song Junzhan took Hongyue's job and served Xiao Li with his own hands. He waited until Xiao Li moved his chopsticks before he took up his chopsticks.
This moment was so warm that he even had the illusion that he and His Majesty were husband and wife.
If it is true, then there will be no regrets in this life.
But he knew very well that he was the only one who was ready to devote his life to His Majesty, and His Majesty did not belong to him.
There was an extra bowl of soup in front of him, which was served to him by Lou Xiang who appeared out of nowhere.
That hostile gaze was sinister, dark, and full of murderous intent, but it just plainly said: I've poisoned it.
Song Junzhan: Childish.
He picked up the soup and drank it naturally.
He actually hoped that Lou Xiang had really poisoned him, so that he could deal with this powerful enemy without any effort.
But obviously, Lou Xiang was not that stupid. After drinking a bowl of soup, nothing happened.
Lou Xi stood beside Xiao Li and served her dishes, completely cutting off Song Junzhan's chance to show off.
Red Moon, Blue Moon: "."
Day by day, it’s really annoying. They should be the ones closest to His Majesty!
It's okay for them to compete for favor, why should they be excluded?
Song Junzhan stayed in the palace until it got dark, still reluctant to leave.
But without His Majesty's permission, he cannot stay here.
"Your Majesty."
He wanted to say something but stopped talking.
Xiao Li looked at him: "Huh?"
Song Junzhan was so shy after all that he couldn't say anything too harsh to Meng Lang, so he could only lower his head: "Your Majesty, have a good rest, I will retire."
How could Xiao Li not know what he was thinking, but she said nothing and watched him leave.
When the person disappeared, he raised his hand to bring tea, but unexpectedly he touched a warm palm.
Turning his eyes, Lou Yan handed over the tea respectfully.
Xiao Li took it and took a sip, but he didn't say anything and she didn't pay attention.
Ask Yang Jun to bring the memorial, and she will have time to take a look.
Lan Yue advised: "Your Majesty has just woken up, so don't be too tired, or let the imperial doctor check you?"
They were still worried about Xiao Li's health, after all, he had slept for more than a year.
Xiao Li pinched her cheek: "It's okay, I know it well."
No one knows her body better than herself.
Although she has been in coma for more than a year, they have taken good care of her body. Her injuries have healed, her complexion is good, and she has not even lost weight. What could be the problem?
Seeing that she couldn't speak, Lan Yue stopped. She was just worried, but she couldn't force His Majesty.
The memorial would allow Xiao Li to know the affairs of the DPRK more quickly. Although she originally didn't care about this country, she still felt a sense of accomplishment watching Nuo Da's foundation be built and prospered.
She knew something would happen to her before, so she set the direction of the country early. Song Junzhan almost developed according to her vision. Two years was enough to lay a good foundation.
Xiao Li saw Wang Yizhu's report. She was the only official who Xiao Li gave a fixed growth path. After the last imperial examination, her official position was seventh grade editor, and then as long as she performed well, she would be promoted to head of the household department, doctor of the rites department, doctor of the official department, doctor of the criminal department, and finally minister of the official department.
Xiao Li wants to lift her up step by step so that she can accumulate enough experience and abilities.
The three departments of Rites, Officials, and Punishments also laid the foundation for later women. Women were not only able to engage in civil affairs, but could be employed in every department, and those who were capable were employed.
The title of Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs was the highest point set by Xiao Li for her, but it was not Wang Yizhu's own highest point.
Whether she can climb up to the first or second grade official position depends entirely on herself.
And now she has arrived at the Ministry of Etiquette as a doctor.
There is a book next to it that specifically counts women who are officials. There are thirty-four of them in total. Except for Wang Yizhu, who is the tallest, the rest are small stewards in various factories.
It records in detail their age, origin, functions, as well as their personality and performance.
Xiao Li probably guessed who compiled this booklet. When he turned to the last page, he saw that, sure enough, the words Wang Wanqing were written on the last page.
Wang Wanqing leads a team of secretaries who are responsible for sorting and categorizing the documents. They are still similar to the female officials before and are not real court officials.
Xiao Li planned to send Wang Wanqing to the next imperial examination. Such a good candidate must be given an upright official status.
After watching for more than an hour, Xiao Li probably knew everything he wanted to know.
Just when his neck felt a little tired, a pair of palms came up and massaged it with moderate strength. Xiao Li instantly felt so comfortable that he squinted his eyes.
After the soreness subsided, Xiao Li patted the hand and said, "Okay."
Lou Xiang retracted his hand and leaned forward: "Your Majesty, do you want to take a bath?"
Xiao Li turned his head slightly and saw a beautiful chest.
He had clear collarbones and obvious muscle lines. He seemed to have just taken a bath. A drop of water rolled down his hanging hair, slowly sliding down the texture until it was hidden by his clothes. It attracted people's imagination.
Xiao Li's gaze was controlled for a moment, and then he spoke uprightly: "Lou Xiang, put on your clothes."
Not only did Lou Xiang not dress properly, but he bent over even more wantonly, freely releasing his sexual energy.
His actions are blatantly seductive, but his expression and attitude are submissive: "This slave belongs to your Majesty, and your Majesty can look wherever he wants."
cough!
Xiao Li looked serious: "Be more serious."
She doesn't want to look anywhere!
After saying that, he turned and left: "Red Moon, prepare water."
Although I just washed it in the morning, I still need to wash it before going to bed.
Lou Xiang followed and bent down to take off Xiao Li's shoes and socks before Hongyue could.
Seeing that he was about to kiss him, Xiao Li kicked him angrily.
"You are enough."
She didn't use too much force, Lou Yan held her down and pressed her feet directly into his arms.
Looking up at her, he looked obedient, but there was uncontrollable aggression in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, the ground is still a little cold this season."
Xiao Li narrowed his eyes with a threatening look: "Lou Xiang, don't force me to slap you."
The next moment Lou Xiang stretched his face over and pressed it directly against her hand.
Xiao Li: "."
"Your Majesty won't slap your slaves?"
He looked at her pretending to be confused, and the next moment he stepped forward and tempted her wildly: "What about this?"
He was half-kneeling, kissing from bottom to top, his posture was humble but he was demanding forcefully.
"Your Majesty."