Gu Yihan looked disgusted when he saw his daughter's little face.

I was afraid that she would be frightened when she saw something she shouldn't because of her young age.

He thought about it and found a way to make his daughter happy.

Gu Yihan put Gu Nuo'er on the table, under which is a pile of memorials he just approved.

He smiled and said: "Nuobao, you can draw a discount, and whether you want to hit the minister who sent the discount, or fine him a monthly salary, it's all up to you, okay? ?"

When Gu Nuoer heard it, her little head shook faster than a rattle.

"Daddy, the ministers and uncles have done nothing wrong, so don't fight. Well, otherwise, if you choose a nest, Daddy will greet you with a few words, and the ministers and uncles will feel Daddy's care!"

Gu Yihan nodded happily when she saw her initiative.

I can do anything as long as it distracts my daughter!

The little guy stretched out his little hand and digged under his own ass, and after a while, he took out a fold.

Gu Yihan laughed and said, "Let's show daddy who is so lucky to be caught by Nuobao."

The book unfolded, the emperor glanced at it, and the smile gradually faded.

It turned out to be the long-winded censor, Mr. Zhang.

What is written on the book is nothing else, but a three thousand words of persuasion written by Master Zhang painstakingly.

The emperor told the emperor some of his concerns about the construction of the waterway. He implored the emperor to appease the people.

But it was such a simple matter that he actually wrote five or six pages.

Gu Yihan's most troublesome minister in his life!

When he saw such a bunch of words, anger was visible on his forehead.

Gu Nuoer in his arms pointed to the memorial with his little finger, and his voice was glutinous: "Wow~ Uncle Zhang wrote a lot of words~ He must be very careful!"

Gu Yihan looked down at the little guy and forcibly suppressed the rising anger.

He smiled slowly, his eyes were cold: "Nuobao, it seems that daddy will fulfill his promise and let Yushi Zhang feel daddy's care, right?"

The little guy nodded.

Gu Yihan hugged her and sat on the dragon chair, he picked up the pen and ink, and slowly left a few short sentences after Zhang Yushi's long-winded explanation—

"Zhang Qing, I am very relieved to have you be so careful. Did you eat today? Did you eat well? How are you feeling? If you have enough food, you must remember to go out for a walk."

After writing, the emperor took the memorial, held it up in front of his daughter, and asked with a smile, "Nuobao, are you satisfied that Daddy cares about him like this?"

The little guy glanced at it, his moist eyes full of admiration: "Daddy is so gentle, Uncle Zhang must be very happy!"

Gu Yihan sneered in his heart.

This Censor Zhang, I'll take care of him another day!

However, at this time, Chun Shou came back to resume his life.

It was just that his face was pale, his hands were shaking, and he looked quite frightened.

Gu Yihan frowned: "If you have anything to do with pickling, just think about it and say it again, don't scare Nuoer."

"Yes...Yes..." Chun Shou trembled: "When the servant took the Praetorian Guards to the Sumerian, he found that she was bleeding and fed it to a...a..."

Chun Shou couldn't go on, and was shaking violently.

Later, he was one of the janitorial guards, and he stepped forward and whispered a few words in the emperor's ear to make things clear.

It turned out that when they went, they saw that the Sumerians were draining their blood and feeding a small mummy in a jar.