The tea sets on Cheng Mo's desk were filled with memorials. I want to ask where to put the tea sets? Prime Minister Cheng wished he could spend twelve hours a day to handle official duties, so how could he have time to drink tea? The tea sets had been covered with dust. At this time, he deeply realized that it was not easy for those who ruled.

He put his pen on the Bijia Mountain and turned his numb cervical vertebra. Then he found that the light was lit in the house. He looked at the window next to him. The window paper was filled with orange-red light, which was shining from the lanterns under the corridor.

"When is it?"

The elm tree at the door responded: "Go back to Alang, it's the second update."

Alang returned home late in handling official duties, and the people who served them were getting used to it.

It was nine o'clock in the second day. In this era, it was already very late. People who had dinner and were sleeping for half the night.

Cheng Mo glanced at the unfinished memorials on the desk, pointed to the stack directly in front of him, and said, "Take it with you."

Yushu agreed and found a box to pack it. When Cheng Mo got on the bus, he would immediately send it to the bus. In order to get the time to get home from get off work, Cheng Mo no longer rode his horse on the horse. On the way back and forth, he could make six or seven more letters, and accumulate more letters, and accumulate sand to form a tower.

He completely admired Huo Guang. Twenty years later. I heard that Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty spent eight hours just by placing memorials every day. If he could not do it, he would have to spend sixteen hours every day to write memorials, and he would have to deduct the time to go to court, eat, take a bath, and favor concubines. How could he have time to sleep?

While thinking about it, Cheng Mo opened a memorial and looked at two lines. The carriage swayed gently and had already left the public veranda. Cheng Mo suddenly wanted to know what Liu Xun, the emperor, was doing?

These days, he was so busy that he even brought a gust of wind to walk and run. Except for the dispersion, he still went to the South Palace to arrange defense, read the notebook, and listened to Zhu San Ge's report, he really didn't have time to pay attention to what Liu Xun was busy with. Of course, the memorial sent to Xuanshi Hall was soon redeemed and sent back, but what else did Liu Xun do?

Cheng Mo decided to ask Zhu San Ge tomorrow =.

The car drove into the corner door smoothly and stopped under the dripping eaves. Cheng Mo got out of the car, Huo Shuhan had already come out and said angrily: "Didn't you eat again?"

These days, they are also used to Cheng Mo's failure to come back at mealtime.

Cheng Mo nodded and said with a bitter face: "I'm starving to death."

Huo Shuhan felt sorry for him that he was so busy that he didn't even have to eat, so he couldn't help but nag a few more words. Women are always very trembling. No matter how well Huo Shuhan is educated and scheming, he is still a woman, and he has problems with women. Cheng Mo understood her feelings, so he naturally would not take it to heart. He would pretend to be pitiful when dealing with her nagging. As long as he dressed up, his wife would be soft-hearted and could not continue to say anything angry.

Sure enough, when he heard that he was "hungry, dead", Huo Shuhan quickly ordered Qingluo: "Ask the kitchen to serve food."

The fire was not turned off on the stove. Cheng Mo had just changed his clothes, pulled over the large pillow, placed it under his waist, and leaned on the soft chair. The four dishes I had made were served hot and served.

The four vegetables are green and green, all of them are vegetarian dishes, but the chicken soup that was stewed in a casserole for two hours was full of fragrance, making people's index fingers excited.

Huo Shuhan personally scooped the soup and placed it in front of Cheng Mo. There was a layer of oil floating on the yellow chicken soup, and there was only a chicken leg stewed to separate the flesh and blood in the bowl.

Cheng Mo ordered that he would not eat too greasy things when he came back late, but Huo Shuhan was worried that he would only eat vegetables and could not keep up with the nutrition, so he put some effort into the soup. Today, he stewed the old hen and tomorrow, and all the nutrition was in a bowl of soup, and her affection for her husband was also in this bowl of soup.

Cheng Mo first asked his two baby daughters what interesting things they had today. After the soup was almost drying, he picked up the bowl and ate it. After eating a bowl of soup, he would be full.

After removing the leftovers, Qingluo brought the tea set up. Only at this time can Cheng Mo relax and drink two cups of tea.

Huo Shuhan rubbed his pretty face against his arm, and then said: "I have been playing with Jia Jia for more than an hour today."

Only in the middle of bed would she call herself "other". These two words are nasal, twisted and fascinating. Cheng Mo understood that she had some more words when she heard it. She rubbed her big hands on her waist and did not respond.

Huo Shuhan was a little moved, and when he rubbed his back waist, his body became weak and his voice became softer, and he said, "The child is so cute."

Cheng Mo laughed softly in his throat and said, "So what?"

Huo Shuhan heard the teasing in his tone, his pretty face became hot, and he patted his big hand that was causing trouble in his back, and said angrily: "Nothing!"

It's so annoying that my husband asked her to see her thoughts.

Cheng Mo laughed even more and more desperately, and suddenly exerted force, pressing Huo Shuhan under him, looking down at her and said, "Say it again!"

His dark eyes were like two glowing black gems, and also like a bronze mirror that could be seen, reflecting her flushed cheeks. Huo Shuhan just wanted to hide in his arms and couldn't say anything.

Cheng Mo's big hand touched her shattered skin and said, "Say whatever you want, and I will satisfy you for my husband."

Huo Shuhan became even more shy. He wanted to push her away and hug him tightly. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly felt something pressing against the root of his thigh. The two had been married for almost a year and had loved each other countless times. She naturally knew what that was, not to mention that the thing was hot, and the heat almost melted her skin through her clothes.

Cheng Mo's big hand was already making trouble on her chest, and she angrily said, "Why don't you go take a shower."

Cheng Moru, in line with Lun's voice, immediately stood up and said, "As for the wife's instructions." When he got up, he did not forget to kiss her lips. She was completely unprepared. She was kissed with a cherry lips. Just as he was about to push him, he walked away with a long smile.

When Huo Shuhan sat next to Cheng Mo, Qingluo had already led the maids to retreat. Cheng Mo walked to the door and said, "Prepare water and take a bath."

It would be great if it were modern times to directly turn on the faucet. Cheng Mo looked down at the small tent, and the idea of ​​taking a bath with Huo Shuhan.

Huo Shuhan had just sat up from the chair, her hair was messy and her face was full of spring, making her look even more beautiful. Cheng Mo coaxed and deceived her, but she just shook her head and said, "You want to be ridiculous, and ask Sister Paner to accompany you."

When Cheng Mo was not resting in the room, Gu Paner kept taking Jia Jia to bed. The children slept early, so how could Cheng Mo disturb their mother and daughter's good dreams? Thinking of Huo Shuhan's famous lady, he felt relieved, touched her chest, and said, "Let's see how you will deal with you later."

Huo Shuhan didn't expect that he would attack, and the vital part was touched. He was shocked and Cheng Mo walked away with a smile.
Chapter completed!