If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Wen Renshu's fingertips moved slightly.

Do you like...him?

That's right, it's my own imagination after all.

His eyes were lowered, as the wind blew by, a leaf fell quietly and floated into the tea cup, causing the tea to ripple.

In my ears was the sound of the little man drinking water.

The little man can't keep quiet, and his little mouth doesn't seem to know what to tell him to stop.

Even if he doesn't speak, he will make other sounds.

The sound of drinking water, the sound of admiration, everything is so fresh.

It's like he is real, but...how is that possible?

Wen Renshu laughed softly, and he was so happy that he was crazy.

Song Chuyi had just finished drinking the water when he heard him laughing and looked up at him.

"Brother Wenren, why are you laughing?"

Wen Renshu didn't answer the little man.

No answer is needed.

Because this is just a game between oneself and oneself.

Song Chuyi was also used to him not answering him, so he said to himself: "Brother Wenren, what's it like outside?"

If he hadn't thought that he would be caught if he went out like this, he would have really wanted to go out and have fun.

It's a pity that he doesn't dare to go out until he returns to his normal human form.

When Wen Renshu heard the little man'er ask this, he became more and more certain that this was his imagination.

He still didn't speak.

But Song Chuyi couldn't help but kept asking.

"Brother Wenren, is the emperor's concubine good-looking?"

"Are they all girls? Are there any boys?"

"Then the emperor will really favor a concubine every day?"

"Did the concubine really take off her clothes and be carried in?"

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Wen Renshu:...

"Are you interested in the emperor?" he suddenly said.

Song Chuyi stopped, thought seriously for two seconds, and nodded seriously.

"interested."

He hasn't met the emperor yet, so of course he is interested.

The main thing is that he is very interested in the emperor's concubines. There are so many people competing for a man, which sounds like there is quite a lot of competition.

It's better for him, he only needs to complete one person's task.

Song Chuyi sighed and sat on the edge of the stone table, his calves naturally hanging down and swaying slightly in the air.

He put his hands on the stone table and looked sideways at Wen Renshu.

"Brother Wenren, have you seen the emperor's concubine?"

Wen Renshu fell into silence.

After a long time, he uttered two words.

"No."

"The National Preceptor's Office cannot interfere or interfere with the affairs of the harem."

Song Chuyi nodded thoughtfully, "The emperor has hidden it quite deeply."

He stood up, walked to Wen Renshu's hand, and poked his fingertips.

"How many concubines does the emperor have?"

His strength was very light, like a ray of breeze caressing Wen Renshu's fingertips.

This hazy touch seems to be there and not at all, and it does not bring any sense of substance.

Wen Renshu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shallow shadow.

"I don't know."

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea.

Place the tea cup in front of the little man.

"Drink tea."

"Oh." Song Chuyi responded and stood up on tiptoes to drink tea.

After taking two sips, he touched his stomach and suddenly stopped.

"Brother Wenren, when are we going to eat?"

"hungry."

Even just drinking water is not enough!

The sun was already high in the sky, and it was already noon before I knew it.

Wen Renshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, he stood up and left the yard.

Song Chuyi was obediently waiting in the yard for lunch to be delivered.

Not long after, Wen Renshu brought lunch in.

Today's lunch is a small bowl of rice, a small plate of fried vegetables, and a small plate of mung bean cake.

After he sat down, he was the first to speak.

"There is no sweet-scented osmanthus cake at noon."

"I've already asked the kitchen to bring sweet-scented osmanthus cake for dinner."

Song Chuyi nodded obediently, picked up a piece of mung bean cake and started to eat it.

"Good times."

He spoke vaguely, immersed himself in eating, and did not read the Wenren book.

Wen Renshu ate his lunch quietly. The courtyard was very deserted. The chirping of insects and birds did not exist in this courtyard, which was regarded as a forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Prefecture.

It finally became quiet in his ears, but it made him feel a little empty.

Wen Renshu put down his chopsticks and lost his appetite.

Song Chuyi felt full after eating a piece of mung bean cake. He patted his belly and glanced at the almost untouched mung bean cake in the small plate.

"Brother Wenren, don't you want to eat?"

Wen Renshu responded in a low voice, "Yes."

Song Chu's eyes brightened, "Can this plate of mung bean cake be placed here?"

"I'll eat when I'm hungry in the afternoon."

Wen Renshu placed the small plate of mung bean cake in front of the little man, his meaning was obvious.

Song Chuyi smiled sweetly at him.

"Brother Wenren, you are so kind."

He touched his fingertips and gave him a high five.

Of course, his strength was negligible to Wen Renshu.

Not long after, Wen Renshu was called away by the emperor's people.

Song Chuyi flew back to the swing and continued to swing on his own swing.

When I got tired from playing, I ran down to eat some mung bean cake and drink some tea.

Life was still comfortable, but it was a bit boring with no one to talk to.

Song Chuyi's desire to run out was about to start again.

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In the Yangxin Hall, Gong Ji dismissed everyone and bowed to Wen Renshu.

"Master Imperial Master, the sacrificial ceremony will be held in seven days."

"Any other ideas for this year?"

Wen Renshu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not.

"Just business as usual."

Gong Ji responded, "I heard that the Imperial Master has been spending more time in the courtyard recently, but what's upsetting you?"

"Nothing." Wen Renshu slowly raised his eyes, and there was an undercurrent in his amber-like eyes, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor's Office never participates in the affairs of the court."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much."

Gong Ji smiled heartily and said, "Master Imperial Master, you are joking."

"I just simply care about the Imperial Master."

"Yes." Wen Renshu flicked his long sleeves and said, "If your Majesty has nothing else to do, I will leave."

Gong Ji nodded and watched Wen Renshu leave.

After he left, Gong Ji summoned the secret guards.

"Go and check if the Imperial Advisor has recently had contact with anyone from the Prime Minister or the General."

Nowadays, the dispute between the two factions in the DPRK and China is becoming more and more fierce. Although he is the emperor, he has little real power in his hands.

Now he can still use his status as emperor to suppress them. If one faction becomes stronger, then the DPRK will probably be in chaos.

Obviously, the key to this strength lies in Wen Renshu.

Although the Imperial Preceptors of the past generations would not take sides, the previous generations of Imperial Preceptors each had their own joys in their hearts. Only this one, Wenren Shu, had no idea at all.

As the emperor, Gong Ji had a lot to think about and naturally had a lot to do.

How did he know that Wen Renshu had been fascinated by the villain recently.

In the yard, Song Chuyi thought that one swing was not enough, so he tied several swings to the tree trunks.

This way he can play whatever he wants.

Just when he finished tying another swing, Wen Renshu came back.

This time Song Chuyi noticed his arrival immediately, and he quickly flapped his little wings and flew over.

"Brother Wenren, you are back!"