After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

"Sister, do you want to wash up and rest early? It's not peaceful at night."

Wen Zhimiao asked Shi Wanyue, who thought about it and nodded gently: "Okay."

The two were still in the same room, but today Shi Wanyue went to take a shower first. Wen Zhimiao turned over and did not continue sitting on the recliner. Instead, he took out a booklet.

Anyone familiar with the law will see that what is written above is a comparison between the existing law of Revelation and the changed law.

and proposed additional laws.

What Wen Zhimiao has in his hands is only a small part, not the whole thing.

Although Wen Zhimiao has been a little freer since leaving the Imperial College, he has actually not been idle.

Among all the departments and offices in the court, the ones she is most familiar with are probably the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple.

Over the years, Wen Zhimiao has memorized the laws of Apocalypse by heart, and she had already suggested to Su Qingluo that some of the laws that she thought were excessive be changed.

It is not a random change. The advice of the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple must be sought. After all, the laws of later generations cannot be fully adapted to the affairs of the present.

However, Wen Zhimiao still felt that Tianqi’s current laws were not perfect enough and were not suitable for Tianqi’s current development.

Most of the Wen royal family did nothing, and Wen Huai's father was considered a clean person, but unfortunately he died young.

What's more, the focus of his reform is not on the law, and his vision is not comparable to Su Qingluo's.

Therefore, most of the laws of Tianxuan were inherited from the previous dynasty. Tianqi inherited the politics of Tianxuan without any soldiers, and naturally inherited the laws as well.

When the economy, population, and productivity of Tianqi and the Duan family were in control of the world, there had been great developments. Women ruled the country, and women served as officials and generals. The first thing to be affected was that the marriage law was no longer adapted.

Wen Zhimiao has been working with people from the Dali Temple's Ministry of Justice to study the follow-up of legal reform for two years. This is not a simple process, but with Su Qingluo's support, it is progressing slowly.

When Shi Wanyue came out of the shower, she saw Wen Zhimiao reading some information seriously.

Occasionally pick up a pen and write on a clean piece of paper.

People who say they don't like reading are actually more focused than her when they concentrate.

Wen Zhimiao seems to have this ability. She plays very seriously, and when she is concentrating, she can ignore everything around her and devote herself wholeheartedly to the task in her hands.

Shi Wanyue did not disturb her, but sat down next to her.

Wen Zhimiao glanced at her but did not pay more attention to her. It seemed that he just glanced at her subconsciously because he knew she was coming, to show that he knew she was coming but it would not interrupt his thoughts.

Shi Wanyue sat beside her and consciously helped her grind the ink.

The sky gradually darkened, and Wen Zhimiao was still unconscious. Shi Wanyue took the initiative to help her light the lamp.

It was not until Wen Zhimiao finished writing her annotations and put down her pen that Shi Wanyue smiled and spoke to her, "Why do you bring these with you to the South?"

"Just read it when you have nothing to do. They are still waiting for my reply. Fortunately, this is the only thing missing. I have read most of it before."

She put the filled papers in order.

"I've been reading it for the past few days. Just write the reply today and ask Chu Qiu to send someone back." Wen Zhimiao said lightly.

Shi Wanyue chuckled: "So that's how it is."

"My hands are tired." Wen Zhimiao muttered as she rubbed her wrists. Shi Wanyue went over to rub her shoulders.

"Are you tired but still want to write so much at once? If you are not in a hurry, you can write it separately." Shi Wanyue asked.

Wen Zhimiao chuckled and said, "It's not easy to find a job."

Shi Wanyue doesn't think it's difficult for her.

"I didn't finish writing it all at once." Wen Zhimiao unfolded the paper ball she had thrown beside her: "I did take notes before, but I just didn't summarize them."

Shi Wanyue looked at the scribbled words on the discarded paper balls, and then looked at the reply she had specially summarized and written to the Ministry of Justice. The comparison showed how serious she was.

Wen Zhimiao's handwriting was learned by her master Wanyue who forced her to practice since she was a child.

It's not that good, nor is it considered a great calligrapher's work, but at least it's neat and presentable.

Normally, when she drafts or writes essays, her true colors are revealed, and her handwriting is very sloppy.

It seemed to reveal her personality. She was casual in daily life, but never vague when it came to serious matters.

Wen Zhimiao took out what he had specially written and looked at it again, but there were still some places that he didn't know how to change.

The existing one was not good, and the revised one also had some unreasonable aspects. She couldn't think of a more reasonable one, so she could only temporarily write down the suggestions she thought were appropriate, and then have them discussed by the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple.

"I'm so great. I didn't make many typos today." There were also special correction fluids in this era, but they were not so easy to use.

Computer printing is still more convenient. Now I start to miss those high-tech things.

When Shi Wanyue heard her boasting, she couldn't help but laugh: "Miaomiao is already great."

Wen Zhimiao has become immune to her praise. No matter what she does, Shi Wanyue can be praised, but it is not credible at all.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat." Wen Zhimiao stretched and packed up his things.

Fortunately, the ink she used was relatively easy to dry, and with the breeze blowing in from the window, what she had written was almost dry at this moment. The remaining few sheets that were not completely dry yet were weighed down with a paperweight, and they should be almost dry by the time she came back from dinner.

When Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue went out, Bian Ruitong was about to call them.

"Miaomiao, Wanyue, come here, it's time to eat!" She exercises a lot every day, jumping up and down everywhere, and now she is the tallest among the people.

Wen Zhimiao estimated that she was probably about 1.8 meters tall.

He Yuanyao is slightly shorter than her.

He looks tall and strong, and now standing next to Lu Jiaoyue, the already frail Dean Lu looks even more frail and a little petite.

"coming."

Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue came down, and Zheng Shu and Qi Linglang were already there.

"The restaurant we ate at during the day is closed. This was made by the chef at the inn. I think it's pretty good." Bian Ruitong said to Wen Zhimiao.

No one else had picked up their chopsticks yet, but she had already taken a few bites.

After all, no one else present dared to start eating before Wen Zhimiao, although they knew that Wen Zhimiao had a good temper after getting along with him for the past few days.

But most people don't dare to gamble after all.

After Wen Zhimiao sat down, he told everyone to eat, and everyone became less restrained.

After dinner, everyone dispersed and those who needed to go back to their rooms went back to their rooms.

Wen Zhimiao didn't go back to her room. She took Chu Qiu to the yard to practice.

Shi Wanyue returned to the room first and sat by the window, just in time to see the people below.

The same goes for Bian Ruitong. She would even applaud and cheer from time to time, which was really disturbing to others.

In front of Shi Wanyue was a sketch of a portrait. She learned this painting method from Yun Zhou. It did not require special grinding of ink, but only required preparing a solidified ink block.

The painting shows a girl holding a long sword, wanton and flamboyant.

Seeing that Wen Zhimiao had finished his competition with Chu Qiu, Shi Wanyue slowly put away the painting.

When Wen Zhimiao returned to the room, she only saw Shi Wanyue helping her tidy up the desk.