My historian is dying every day

Report the dead, or save the living?

Wen Yanzhi was also thinking quietly in his heart when he received the Northwest lacquer document.

What will the emperor do?Does he want to take revenge for the emperor's blood, or do he want to take care of the overall situation and the stability of the world?

This is a two-choice question, but Qi Yu actually chose both sides. He wants to make Shulangguo realize that what is called national survival is not as good as the country's destruction. Maybe there will be a day in the future when Shulangguo will cry and beg As I move towards bringing it into the map.

Wen Yanzhi watched his father happily leave the imperial study with the gold box in his hands, then turned his head to look at the emperor sitting beside him.

At this time, he seems to have forgotten what a sin it is to look at Longyan in vain. He just suddenly discovered that the person who has been a householder for so many days, and who he has least looked at carefully, is actually the protagonist of the memoir, the emperor.

Wen Yanzhi blinked his eyes.

The windows in the middle of the holding moon are open all around, and the rainy mist seeps into the hall. Qi Yu is wearing a moon-white embroidered gold dragon robe with embossed dark patterns on it. The patter of drizzle was like silk, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in a green spring.

Of course he is different from others.The emperor's art, ten smiles, nine strikes, one kill, happiness turns into anger, anger turns into joy, sadness comes with excitement, and excitement comes with sadness, he has done it all.

The emperor is like a bead of glazed emerald green. From afar, it is just like a jade ball. It is round and smooth, but when you look closely, you can see that there are countless facets, colors, and rays of light on it, and countless postures.

In front of anyone, he can be anyone.Love the people like children?moody?Can you eat a bowl of green onion noodles in a small courtyard while playing with a folding fan painted by Tianyunsha?

In your eyes, who is he?

He is not an emperor who has been raised in the palace all his life. His body carries the wind in the yellow sand hundreds of miles outside the Great Wall, and it is also related to the rain from the sun.Under the golden and white neckline, his skin is honey-colored, like wheat that has been tanned by the sun, neither fair nor dark, showing a strong physique along with Yingwei's figure.His thick black long hair was tied up by a golden crown, under his straight brows, in his apricot eyes that were concentrating on the memorials and documents, there was concentration and consideration.

He doesn't stick to etiquette, but all the officials are in awe of him. His face is not angry, but he has his own majesty.The smile in the point is sometimes dangerous and murderous, and there is too much deep meaning hidden in his eyes.

The history of emperors in ancient times is picturesque, there are so many heroes, Wen Yanzhi's Neishifu has never been rare.But today, at this moment, he suddenly realized that the emperor sitting next to him was actually a living, real, human being.

——The heart to love the people is like a relative; the heart to subdue the enemy is like a beast.

In a trance, it seemed as if he heard a chuckle falling from above his head.Wen Yanzhi came back to his senses, only to see that his flower paper had been scribbled into a mess by his unconscious hands at some point.

Qi Yu was still reading the memorial over there, with his head propped up and the smile on his lips still lingering, as if he was amused by a piece of scripture, "I still think that Zhang Shangshu is such a wicked person, and he doesn't have many friends in court. Stop pleading for him—" At this point, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Wen Yanzhi cautiously, and said: "Wen Sheren, you don't need to remember this sentence, this is not a comment."

Wen Yanzhi lowered his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed away a scrap of paper, and said solemnly: "The emperor's private discussion of officials is also a major matter in the court. How can a humble minister—"

Snapped.

A booklet flew in the air and hit Wen Yanzhi on the head.

Wen Yanzhi's words were cut off abruptly, and he looked up at Qi Yu who was sitting three steps away in a daze: "???"

Zhou Fu, who had no time to stop everything, was stunned: "The emperor can't do it!"

——Yaoshou, the emperor beat up the historian!

Qi Yu snorted and laughed, feeling physically and mentally comfortable, with all internal organs connected, he picked up another memorial and smiled warmly: "Wen Sheren, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, my hand slipped."

——No, hold on, hold on?

——It means, have you endured for a long time?

Wen Yanzhi's fingers holding the soft carbon tightened slightly, and his delicate face became more and more serious: "It's okay, I will record it according to the facts."

Qi Yu opened the memorial so comfortably: "Well, I also made a note by the way, my hands slipped."

Wen Yanzhi paused, and after a long while, a slight smile appeared on his face, "Yes, I will record it. It was the emperor who said that his hand was slippery, so he couldn't resist beating the official historian when he was discussing the court order."

Qi Yu: "..." What, what?

Hey, why did I take this idiot out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice?

Hey, why did I keep him by my side to record history even though he was able to go to the Ministry of Industry as a member?

Hey, who am I, where am I, why is there a stubborn idiot beside me?

Hey, why do I feel like an idiot?