Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

When Nangong Jingnv heard the knock, she did not respond in the first time, but she calmly dropped the last stroke and said, "Who?"

Forty-nine: "His Royal Highness is an old slave."

Nangong Jingnu: "Come in."

Forty-nine went into the study with a pair of trays. He came to the book case and knelt and raised the tray high above his head: "My Highness, this is the most important gift from the latest. Your Majesty means that you will be sent back by Zhu Pi. . Please look around. "From beginning to end, the eyes of 49 were very clever to avoid the royal case.

Nangong Jingnv took the tray and placed it on the side of the case, and returned without looking up, "I see."

Forty-nine: "Old slave retires."

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Nangong Jingnv handled the previous memorial in an orderly manner, and won the new concert newspaper.

The opinions of Xing Jingfu and the five princes Nangongda have been written above. If there is no objection, the Nangong Jingnu only needs to drop a "quasi" word with the cinnabar pen in her hand. If there is any objection, the opinions of the two people will be put Use a red pen to re-write the highest execution order and call it: Zhubiao.

The highest will of the dynasties and dynasties, only the words written by the emperor's royal pen can be called Zhu criticism.

In the past month, Nangong, who was ill in bed, suddenly improved his health. Although he was still under the supervision of the Five Prince Nangong, Zhu Pingquan returned to Nangong Rang's hands.

However, Nangong had given a will. Because of the inconvenience of half-body movement, he has now changed to left-handed Zhu Zhui, and the fonts have changed.

Many old ministers are grateful, and His Majesty is concerned that the world still cares about political affairs with a left handed pen ...

Not long after Qi Yan left, Nangong Jingnv was called daily by Nangong to "together for lunch", read from the old newspapers all the way, and approved the first one a month ago under Nangong's attention. A memorial ...

Suddenly, Nangong Jingnv shook her pen tip, and after a long silence, she held the royal pen with two hours on it and put it on the Jinlong pen.

Stiffen your waist and moved your shoulders. Take the memorial in front of you and read it carefully.

Jingjia ten years · September.

Chen, Qi Yan, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, kneels and sings.

Time is impermanent, Cao Gonghong's defense along the Luoshui coast is severely damaged, and the local people are miserable. Since March, His Royal Highness the Three Emperor Feng Feng and his ministers have rushed to the affected counties to manage Cao Gong.

Thanks to the benefit of the time, His Majesty Hongfu and the people worked together.

The minister, Meng Shengjun showed pity and lived in the position of minister of the Ministry of Industry. Although he was diligent and did not dare to slack off for a day, however, he was incompetent and often unconscious. He lived up to his grace and was extremely afraid. Fortunately, His Royal Highness and colleagues of the officials and ministers offered some help, and fortunately did not humiliate the mission.

Up to September; Cao Gong was damaged everywhere, flood prevention and repair have been completed, waiting for Qiuyu to check.

The minister dared to predict that the disaster relief trip would be over, but fortunately, the mission was a blessing of divine grace.