My best friend is wearing a double body! Marry the emperor! Help me win the throne

Murong Che had only walked a few steps away when he heard her chirping in her heart and stumbled, almost tripping over himself.

Did he not want to?

He is also very sad and helpless!

However, as a patient himself, he can clearly feel that his physical condition is getting better day by day.

He believes curing misogyny is only a matter of time.

When passing by the window, Murong Che's eyes fell on his personal medical records on the table.

The rice paper was filled with writing, and it was obvious that Xue Youli had put a lot of effort into curing his misogyny.

But the handwriting she wrote was really disgusting.

It's such a waste of the fine rice paper and lacquer smoke imperial ink.

Murong Che looked at Xue Youli, who was sitting on the recliner in a sullen state, and found it funny.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke softly, "Lady Xue, please come to Zicheng Hall tomorrow at noon to serve you with writing materials."

When the time comes, he will personally teach her how to write calligraphy and then accompany her to eat imperial meals, hoping to make up for her unfulfilled desires today.

"Concubine obeys the decree."

Xue Youli responded casually without even looking at him.

After Murong Che left, she immediately summoned the Book of Heaven's Secrets and found a very powerful book of words to relieve heat.

When it comes to things that cause problems, what difference does it make between men and women?

Xue Youli found a book called "A Few Things the Merry Widow and the Handsome Butcher Must Say" and read a few chapters. She twisted herself into a pretzel on the bed and her mood improved.

Thinking that she had to go to Zicheng Palace to serve calligraphy and painting tomorrow, she didn't hesitate any longer, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

……

The next day, Xue Youli came to Zicheng Palace wearing a light long dress.

Murong Che was sitting at his desk reviewing memorials. When he heard her bow, he didn't stop writing with his brush. "I asked Wang Defa to move a desk next to you. You can practice calligraphy according to the copybook on it first. I will teach you after I finish reviewing the memorials on hand."

Xue Youli looked at the pile of memorials on the man's desk and walked over to him. "Your Majesty, how about I grind some ink for you first?"

Her handwriting is ugly because it's natural. Even if she practices calligraphy, it probably won't have much effect.

Murong Che did not refuse. He raised his chin towards the Duan inkstone with dragon patterns carved on the corner of the table and said, "I don't like the ink to be too thick. Add some water and grind it again."

"Yes."

Xue Youli was standing very close to Murong Che, and could see the contents of the memorial at a glance.

Before she entered the book, she thought the memorial was—

[Your Majesty, there has been a severe flood in the area where I live. The people are short of food and clothing. I request disaster relief from the imperial court!]

[Your Majesty, there is a bandit problem in the area where I am. I request the court to dispatch troops to suppress it!]

[Your Majesty, the taxes in my area are heavier than those in the wealthy Jiangnan region. The people are unable to afford them. I request a reduction!]

But the actual memorial——

[Your Majesty, how are you? It's thundering and raining here. Is the weather in the capital good?]

[Your Majesty, I read two books yesterday and two more today. Isn't that great?]

[Your Majesty, I couldn't sleep last night, and when I woke up this morning, I found fifteen more hairs had fallen out.]

Xue Youli was so amused by the pile of trivial matters in the memorial that she almost died.

Are these local officials so idle?

He almost reported to the emperor how many times he went to the toilet and used toilet paper every day.

Murong Che wrote comments on every memorial - I understand.

This novel sets the scenario that local officials must write memorials to the imperial court every day to report all matters, big and small.

This rule is exactly the same as when she worked in the hospital, and she had to write a weekly report and work summary every week.

In order to get through the exam, she racked her brains every week and almost went bald.

Now after reading the contents of the memorial, Xue Youli seemed to understand why most emperors in history had short lives.

Not only did he have to get up at four or five every morning to review memorials, but he also had to deal with quarrels among the women in the harem and take turns favoring them.

Isn't this just like working as an ox or a horse, never getting a moment's rest, definitely going to die from overwork!

Honestly, if local officials don't have a major task, there's really no need to write memorials just to get the job done. Instead, they'd be better off investigating the people's sentiments and doing practical things for them.

[This way, the Emperor wouldn't have to stay up all night reviewing those piles of nonsense, saving time and allowing him to rest more, which would be better for his health. It's a win-win situation.]

Murong Che agreed with Xue Youli's idea.

A hundred years ago, after Emperor Taizu conquered the country, in order to get the emperor's approval, he required all local officials to report what they had done every day.

At the beginning, in order to make achievements that would impress the emperor, officials vied with each other to do things that would benefit the country and the people at the local level.

But as time went on, many officials became experienced and wrote memorials only to complete their tasks.

Sending this kind of memorial full of nonsense to the palace is indeed a waste of both parties' time and energy.

The rules left by our ancestors may not always be correct, and it is time to adapt.

Murong Che thought about it and glanced at Xue Youli with appreciation.

No matter how hard he tried, she would always give him the most useful suggestions, so he would ask her to come next time.

With Xue Youli around, Murong Che's speed in reviewing memorials increased.

The memorials were reviewed very quickly.

After the two had lunch, Murong Che was in a good mood and took the initiative to give Xue Youli one-on-one guidance on how to write big characters.

He taught a few words and found that the student's foundation was really poor.

Just let her start learning from horizontal, vertical, left-falling and right-falling strokes.

Xue Youli wrote down the words stroke by stroke as the man said.

She glanced at her own scrawled handwriting, then glanced at the man from the corner of her eye. "That's how it's written, right?"

"No, you have to hide the tip of the brush when you start writing. You have to start writing like this."

Murong Che simply took over, held her hand holding the pen, and demonstrated stroke by stroke.

Xue Youli looked at the big hand that tightly wrapped around her hand and was stunned for a moment.

Murong Che talked to her for a long time, but when she didn't say anything, he couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees, "Did you remember everything I told you?"

"what?"

Xue Youli turned her head and looked at the man beside her.

Murong Che stood to her right, holding her right hand tightly with his right hand, leaning over her back, and teaching with great patience.

The two were very close to each other.

As Xue Youli turned her face, her lips just brushed the man's cheek, leaving a faint trace of lipstick on his face.

The lipstick mark left accidentally added a touch of sexy charm to his cold and handsome face, with an indescribable sense of abstinence.

Xue Youli stared at the faint red mark on the man's face and was stunned.

She locked eyes with the man for a long moment before she came to her senses, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I accidentally smudged your face. I'll clean it up for you right away!"

She didn't even bother looking for a handkerchief, but raised her sleeve to wipe the man's face.

Murong Che directly grabbed her hand, staring at her with his peach blossom eyes, "It's okay, I'll wipe it myself."

Xue Youli looked at him and felt her hand, which he held, suddenly become very hot, burning her cheeks red. "Well, let's stop practicing calligraphy here today. Your Majesty is busy, so I will take my leave first."

After she finished speaking, she quickly stood up and left without waiting for the man to speak.

Murong Che stared at the door she closed, and after a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Not long after Xue Youli walked out of Zicheng Hall, two figures appeared behind her.

Lian Xin pointed at the back of her head and said bitterly, "Princess, she is the one who bullied my master!"