The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Okay." Murong Jian nodded and sat back in his chair, picking up a letter to read it.

It ’s time to go to the local government, and the officials have come to the military department to do their job. He ca n’t rest under the eyes of the public, or have breakfast, so he can process these letters as soon as possible. House is injured, rest ...

Murong Jian quietly planned to speed up the speed of reading the letters, and I felt that when night fell, Murong Jian finished processing the letters, and the office time had come. The officers of the Ministry of Defense successively stood up and left their seats, Zhang Mingji The man gathered in front of him, opened the document he had processed, opened it, and exclaimed: "The southwest military barracks are 30,000 yuan per month, which is too little ..."

"Thirty thousand dan per month? Really fake?" Zhao Ji leaned forward, looking at the reply of the dragon and phoenix written on the letter, and shook his head again and again: "Three hundred thousand dan food is not enough to eat."

"Isn't ... Is this to make the generals hungry?"

"Unsatisfied soldiers, how can we still protect our country ..."

Wang Xue several people had a lot of discussion, looking at the words 30,000 dan, his eyes were full of contempt.

Murongjian had a dark complexion. This was a communication letter between Hubei and Bingbu. Hubei asked the Bingbu. How many soldiers were newly dispatched by the Southwest Military Camp and how much food was distributed each month. He actually wrote a total of 300,000 new and old soldiers. Distribute 30,000 bales of food every month.

The words and sentences of the reply were all written by him. They despised the reply and despised him.

"Thirty million soldiers, two or two grains per person per meal, and 30,000 bucks per month. They are more than enough. What's wrong?"

"Sir Murong has not entered the barracks and fought wars. The soldiers in the barracks practiced every day, and the amount of food is huge. The people who eat two or two grains each account for up to one quarter, or even one fifth. The rest, Some eat three or two per meal, and others eat four or two or more. The army barracks of 300,000 soldiers also have to eat at least 50,000 dans of food each month. 30,000 dans are enough for them to eat half full ... " Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jian, his eyes flashing a little ridicule.

Murong Jian's sullen face instantly stiffened: "Really?"

"Of course it is true, what do we deceive you to do." Zhang Ming said lightly, looking at the officials: "Everyone comes over, take these letters and divide them one by one, try to rush in front of Li Shangshu's office, and finish processing ... … "

"Although Murong is very fast in handling things, he still doesn't know enough about the sergeants under the control of the military department ..."

"No, the processing results written are all useless. If I knew he was so unreliable, I shouldn't hand over the letter to him for processing. It was only after I went to the office that I couldn't handle it, so we have to stay here for him. Sweep the tail ... "

"Don't say so much, take the letter for processing, Li Shangshu is coming out soon ..."

The officials murmured in a whisper, and came over one after another, picked up dozens of letters, quickly read through, and replied ...

The letter that Murong Jian replied to was thrown into the corner by the officials, and it was dirty on foot ...

Murongjian's face was iron-green, and he spent a day and finally wrote the reply, which was thrown away so ruthlessly by him. He worked hard for six or seven hours, and all were rejected ...

Haha, they did n’t think about adopting his handling opinions from the beginning. They ignored the fact that he had been through the whole day and night, did not rest for twelve hours, and handed over the letter to him. It was not testing him or agreeing. He, instead, sees that he is not pleasing to the eye, deliberately consumes his energy, rectifies him!

Murongjian's face was dreadful and horrible. The hands under his sleeves were tightly gripped. The nails were deeply plunged into the flesh. The whole body burst out a thick haze. Zhang Mingjian's eyebrows were picked, and he looked slowly from the side. A few stacks of brochures were put out in front of Murong Jian: "These are all related to the sergeants. Let Murong look at the guards and understand everything about the military department. There will be no such mistakes ..."

Murong said with a sneer, and said it was really nice. Zhang Ming looked at his face too ugly. He was afraid of his fierce resistance, so he took the words to comfort him.

He is a newcomer to the Ministry of Military Affairs. These senior officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs hate him very much and still reject him. Even if his general ’s understanding is clear and he will write the opinions perfectly, they will never use him. Yes, it will be like this, in his face, re-written, and hit his face ...

"It's not too early, I still have something to do, let's take a step first!" Murong Jian said coldly, pulling away his chair and striding out without looking back: the officers of the Ministry of Military Affairs were all direct officials of Li Shangshu, and they united It is absolutely what Li Shangshu meant to get up to him.

Li Shangshu is the head of the military department. His official position is higher than him, and his powers are greater than him. He cannot openly confront Li Shangshu.

"Murong Assistant, you haven't read these brochures related to the military department." Zhang Ming's "good heart" reminder.

"I will look the same tomorrow." Murong Jian replied without looking back, moving forward faster ...

Looking at his back away, Zhang Ming, Zhao Ji and others smiled, and their eyes flashed a little bit of meaning: they had n’t got enough Murong Jian yet, he went away, anyway, he will come to the Ministry tomorrow , And then continue to remediate him, make sure he recognizes how friendly the fellows of the military department are to him ...

Murongjian stumbled away from the army and dragged his tired body back to the mansion in the city. At this time, his face was blue, his eyes were deep, his eyes were covered with red blood, and a thick black beard was growing on his chin. With a tired look on his face, the official uniform also had a lot of folds, which looked as embarrassing and embarrassing.

He was still stiff and had a terrible pain all over his body. After carefully taking off his tunic, he found that he had a blue and purple patch on his body, and he had blood scabs in serious places. The solidified blood scabs stuck the flesh and the tunic together. , Pulling hard, the pain of Murong Jian's complexion was pale.

In order to prevent wound infection, Murong Jian carefully cleaned the wound with sake. His forehead was cold and sweating. He swallowed it abruptly. He applied a good golden sore medicine and wrapped a bandage. The body felt better.

Murong Jian simply refreshed, fell down on the bed, and fell asleep: he didn't rest for two days and nights, he was exhausted ...

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through, and a man wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared in Murongjian's room, looking at Murongjian who was lying on the big bed, his face was tired and his eyes were closed, his sharp eyes narrowed sharply: "Murong Jian!"

A sullen voice pierced his ears, hitting the heart directly, Murong's body shivered, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the man in the cloak standing beside the bed, looking at him from the top.

Murongjian was relieved without traces, and said unpleasantly: "How come you came to my room?"