God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

"Master, it's time to go to court!" the housekeeper carefully reminded.

Chen Shuda was lying on the bed, heart ashamed.

Du He, your uncle!

Drink as you drink, no one cares about you.

It's fine for you to make a slip of the tongue after drinking, why insult people's innocence!

Didn't I impeach you several times in the matter of paying tribute to Japan?

Are you so retaliated?

Chen Shuda wished he could get into the hole without seeing anyone!

The most helpless thing about this matter is that everyone knows it is false, so he has no reason to go to Li Er to complain, he can only suffer and can't tell, and tears flow to his heart.

……

Chapter 652 Nominal fiefdom

"Master, I heard that Mr. Chen is ill, please ask His Majesty to rest for ten days!"

"Master, do you think Master Chen will be seriously ill?"

Early in the morning.

Old Fu was chatting beside Du He.

Du He was speechless for a while.

"Old Fu, you are very busy recently. Mr. Chen is the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, a member of the imperial court. Even if he dies, he has something to do with you. Don't forget, you are the owner of the Magic Farm of Dream Group. There are people waiting for you to support them!" Du He said with some headaches.

Although this old man used to be lively, he was still a well-behaved person.

Since following him, the whole person suddenly floated away.

Du He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing!

……

About forty miles south of Chang'an City.

Hu County.

In the dilapidated small county town, a luxurious carriage drove slowly.

When the people in the past saw it, they ran away one after another.

Everyone just looked at the blue carriage and knew that this was Qiu Wanjia, the county magistrate of Hu county.

The carriage continued to drive forward, at this moment, the wheels suddenly ran over a fist-sized stone.

The vehicle suddenly tilted to the right.

grunt.

A ball-like body rolled out of the carriage and fell to the ground.

"what……"

The coachman was startled, and quickly jumped out of the carriage to help the fat man up, and shouted: "Master, are you all right, Master?"

The servants behind also stepped forward one after another.

When everyone took a closer look, they were all shocked.

"My lord, I'm dead!"

……

Du He felt very uncomfortable.

He just made a slip of the tongue after drinking, so Li Er called him to the Tai Chi Palace.

"Your Majesty, the minister made a slip of the tongue after drinking." Du He complained.

Li Er nodded: "If it wasn't for the gaffe after drinking, I would have beaten you thirty years ago! Slandering the imperial court official, or my important minister, what crime should I have?"

Du He said helplessly: "Your Majesty, but I am still a child!"

Li Er: "..."

Li Er was speechless.

Only then did he realize, yes, this kid hasn't reached the crown yet.

"Okay," Li Er waved his hand impatiently, "If you are bored, follow Zhao Yang to organize the memorial. When you behave well, I will let you go back!"

"Oh!"

Du He reluctantly walked into the corner.

This corner is full of memorials.

It is said that Li Er has to deal with hundreds of memorials every day. Du He didn't believe it before, but now he does.

Zhao Yang took several young eunuchs and was sorting out the memorials that Li Er had dealt with.

Cut it, asking this young master to do such unskilled work is really killing chickens with a sledgehammer, it's too inferior!

Even if Du He was killed, he would not be able to work.

So, he simply brought a few books over, sat down as a stool, raised his legs, and looked like a supervisor.

Zhao Yang and the others were in distress, but they had nothing to do with Du He.

After a while, Du He became bored, picked up a memorial at random, and read it carefully.

This is a memorial written by the Ministry of Officials, and the whole article is full of words.

It's so miserable to be an emperor!You have to face this group of guys who can't speak human language every day!

He wanted to throw it away, but then saw a familiar name: Qiu Wanjia.

I seem to have seen this name somewhere.

Hey, didn't Zhang Zecheng mention this before?