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"What does the Emperor think of this? In other words, how many slaps does the Emperor want me to slap?"

When the young man's delicate and slightly cool palm touched his cheek, Sheng Mu remained calm and his eyes only dimmed slightly for a moment.

At the same time, Zhouze heard a sound in his head.

"The hero's strategy value is increased by 10. Sheng Mu's current strategy value is 35."

Zhouze: "..."

His porcelain-white face was filled with crimson. He subconsciously wanted to break away from Sheng Mu's big hand, but the opponent's strength was too great. After Zhouze struggled a few times, he could only give up angrily.

Instead, he responded verbally: "Sheng Mu, do you want your life?! How dare you do this to me!"

This seemed to be the first time Zhouze called him by his first name.

Sheng Mu's usually calm heart suddenly beat several times because the young man called out his name in shame.

"The hero's strategy value is increased by 10. Sheng Mu's current strategy value is 45."

These two increases in strategy value were so generous that Zhouze was stunned for a moment.

What, what happened? He didn't seem to have done anything just now, and Sheng Mu suddenly added 20 strategy points... Is it true?

Wait, now is not the time to talk about this. Zhouze thought about struggling and said in a panic: "You can let me go first. You can touch my hand?"

Zhouze didn't know that if he had just said the first sentence, Sheng Mu might have let go in extreme pleasure, but when the latter sentence came, Sheng Mu immediately narrowed his eyes dangerously.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Why can't I touch the Emperor's hand?"

Zhouze choked and wanted to say: How could any minister touch the emperor's hand with such disrespect? He was also worried that if he really offended Sheng Mu and the other party would relinquish his throne in the next second, he still swallowed the rebuttal.

He said angrily: "Anyway, let go. No need to slap me, okay."

Sheng Mu then gently let go.

But I don't know if it was Zhouze's misunderstanding, but when Sheng Mu let go this time, he touched his wrist more or less.

How abominable.

"So, will I go to court on time tomorrow?" Sheng Mu asked.

"Go!" Zhouze didn't want to answer, "I have to go, every day!"

Although the method of stimulating generals is usually useless to him, this time, he wants to create a stable and happy life for the people, and cannot let high-ranking people like Sheng Mu be proud.

Zhouze originally thought that this answer would make Sheng Mu a little unhappy. After all, it was a blatant "provocation for power," but he didn't expect to see Sheng Mu's expectant chuckle.

"Then, I'll wait and see."

……

That night, Zhouze couldn't sleep well.

Because Sheng Mu said grandly: "Your Majesty, my minister's residence is located on the outskirts of Beijing, far away from the palace. The Qin Tianjian has judged that there will be heavy rain tomorrow. If I want to see the Holy Face on time, I must stay in the palace."

Zhouze: "..."

Who knows, at that time, he reflexively wanted to avoid Sheng Mu's appearance in court the next day, but Sheng Mu had already foreseen it and expressed his determination "at the right time":

"The emperor has always been considerate of his ministers, and I am extremely grateful. Therefore, since the emperor requires me to attend court every day, I must overcome all difficulties and do it."

Zhouze: "..."

It doesn’t have to be so overcoming.

But what else could he do, he could only acquiesce, otherwise Sheng Mu had ten thousand ways to achieve his goal, so he might as well save himself some detours.

Zhouze simply retreated and settled for the next best thing, "Then you stay -"

He wanted to send Sheng Mu away, so it was best to stay out of sight and calm down.

However, the man stopped him gently and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need for you to mobilize so many troops for me. I can just make a bunk in the Yangxin Hall. The recent assassination crisis has not completely subsided, so I can personally protect the Emperor."

Zhouze: "..."

Okay, let Sheng Mu do all the talking.

Zhouze still struggled for a moment, "The floor...it would be too unfair for you, Prime Minister."

"I was used to this when I was in the military camp. I won't feel wronged." Sheng Mu smiled back.

So of course Zhouze couldn't really let his right prime minister, who could cover the sky with one hand, lay the floor in his small heart-nurturing palace.

He could only pretend to be generous and cordial, "How can I let your Prime Minister really sleep on the floor tiles in my Yangxin Palace? You and I, the monarch and our ministers, can't live in harmony. If not, your Prime Minister could just squeeze in on my dragon bed."

No one dared to talk about Sheng Mu anyway, and Sheng Mu didn't care about reputation.

If Sheng Mu really didn't agree, then he would have no choice but to fulfill Sheng Mu's wish of building a floor.

Zhouze looked at Sheng Mu and saw that the latter smiled slightly, "The emperor loves me so much, so it would be better for me to be respectful and obey my orders."

Zhouze: "..."

No, I really agree.

Then how can he use a smart soft pillow at night?

Zhouze screamed in his heart, but his face was as quiet as dead water. He lay on the huge dragon bed and felt only one word, hard.

Hard everywhere.

The ancient bed was so amazing! Awesome! He wished he could put on dozens of quilts, but no, not even the emperor could make such an outrageous and unreasonable request.

Not to mention the pillow, which was hard and cold, like a stone, and like Zhouze's heart at the moment.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty, are you worried?" Sheng Mu, the culprit, was still here asking innocent questions.

Zhouze didn't want to pay attention to him, let alone talk, so he continued to keep his back to Sheng Mu, keeping a far distance from him, and remained motionless, pretending to be asleep and not hear.

He originally thought that this would make Sheng Mu retreat, but Zhouze really underestimated how proactive and "difficult" Sheng Mu was with a strategy value of 45.

Sheng Mu stretched out his big hand and brought Zhouze, who was curled up like a shrimp, to his side, forcibly shortening the distance between the two.

"Your Majesty?" The man's low and melodious voice reached his ears, causing Zhouze's eardrums to tremble and making half of his body numb.

Shut up Kirbymon. Zhouze was silent on the surface, but in fact he was shouting angrily in his heart.

"Is it because you feel unwell?"

While Zhouze continued to pretend to be asleep, Sheng Mu murmured to himself, inaudibly.

But because of Zhouze's good hearing and the fact that the two of them were too close at the moment, Zhouze heard it clearly, and at the same time, something bad flashed through his heart.

Sure enough, the next second Sheng Mu's hand disrespectfully touched his forehead, and then Sheng Mu gently pulled open his clothes, and before Zhou Ze could react, he felt the temperature of his neck.

"No fever."

Zhouze: "!"

Sheng Mu! Are you sure this isn't taking advantage of him as the emperor?

Just when Zhouze was confused and hesitated to speak, Sheng Mu whispered to himself again: "It seems that the rectal temperature is more accurate..."

As he spoke, Sheng Mu's hand seemed to be moving downward.

Zhouze immediately raised his voice to stop him, and at the same time turned around and glared at Sheng Mu, "Right Prime Minister!"

This is simply not too much!

"Puch-"

Sheng Mu was met with a smile on his face, as if he had succeeded in teasing him.

Zhouze finally realized that Sheng Mu was deliberately leading him to speak, and the anger in his eyes became more intense and vivid, and those round pupils were directly facing Sheng Mu.

Zhou Ze suddenly heard——