The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Chapter 140

Zhang Xuanji knelt on the mat, diligently handling the folds, and the old piles of folds that needed to be dealt with were piled up, and he had been sleeping in the palace these days, picking up lamps day and night to review.

In the past, emperors were afraid that their courtiers would be contaminated with power, and they couldn't wait to catch them all with one hand.

Only the tyrant threw to him a bunch of twists and turns.

There is no doubt whatsoever.

He was sincerely terrified and refused several times.

Kneeling on the ground, his forehead was broken, and he shouted that it was unreasonable.

The tyrant fluttered lightly, and the useless courtiers could only drag it down and chop.

Zhang Xuanji had to take over the burden with sincere trepidation.

Even so, it was His Majesty's trust in him that entrusted such an important matter to him, in order to test his ability.

In his place, seek his rule.

How many courtiers kowtow and could not ask for trust, His Majesty easily gave it, and he died for his confidant, and he was willing to paint the ground for His Majesty.

Most of the twists and turns are useless things.

Either whose minister almost missed the dynasty by drinking, or who has bad intentions, or the whole article is a rainbow fart, which is not repeated day by day.

Only some important matters that require His Majesty's ruling, Zhang Xuanji will present them, concise and easy to understand.

However, the temples built by the people in various places have been completed, the incense is strong, and during this time the rain is abundant, the river level has risen back, and it is rumored that His Majesty is the chosen person of the heavenly gods to bless the peace of the kingdom of Yi.

There is also the reincarnation of the emperor and the dragon, which helps the wind and rain to be smooth and the grain is abundant.

Zhang Xuanji has never believed in gods and Buddhas, and since he ascended the throne, he has been more devout than anyone, eating and chanting Buddha, and copying Buddhist scriptures by hand every day.

It became cold in autumn.

The palace was busy, packing up and returning to Shangjing.

The mighty team set off, stop-and-go for another half a month, but it was much fresher than when they came, and there was always a drizzle.

Once that fat rabbit gave birth to a litter of small snow balls, now it is only a few months old, and it is already full of carriages.

The little group recognized people, and as soon as the young man passed, it instantly drowned him.

The palace is almost a rabbit den.

Although Mo returned to the city, he promised that the boy would not eat rabbits, but he asked someone to send some foxes and eagles, which were kept in the palace and did not allow the palace people to feed them.

The breeding rate of rabbits is too fast, if it is not cleaned up in time, the grass roots of this royal garden will be gnawed clean by this group of small balls.

The snow-red fox flicked its big fluffy tail, and the upward fox eyes were noble, and it was well-behaved in the hands of the teenager, begging for caress.

Even because the teenager hugged another fox more, he rolled on the ground angrily, constantly coquettishly begging for caresses.

The wind direction is stable in autumn, which is most suitable for flying kites, and Mo promised to make a dragon kite for the little guy when he returned, and specially according to the shape of the little guy's body, let the palace people make a crimson candle dragon.

It is five meters long, and the best materials are used.

It's like coming alive in mid-air.

When Mo returned, he put the thread reel in the little guy's hand, protecting him from falling to the ground, and his expression was inseparable from gentleness.

The little guy was tired of playing, so he threw himself into his arms, threw the thread to Zhao Zhong, and lay on the soft grass, his fingertips wrapped around the silver hair when he returned to ink, and he liked it very much.

The young man looked at his shining eyes, like a cat, rubbing his neck at every turn, and if he didn't see him for a long time, he was aggrieved, he wanted to kiss and hug.

"Your Majesty, the envoy of the Western Regions asked for a meeting, and paid tribute to a group of beauties." Zhao Zhong said respectfully.

The young man's ears moved, obviously paying attention to Zhao Zhong's next words, and seeing that he had not said the next sentence, he was a little anxious.

I couldn't help but tug at the sleeves of Mo Hui's clothes.