While Zhuge Liang was sitting in the front hall where bamboo slips were piled up like a hill, burning the midnight oil and working tirelessly at night.
Yuan Yao also worked hard at night in the back hall filled with scented red candles.
Two hours later, the blushing Feng Fangnu lay in Yuan Yao's arms and said angrily: "Master, didn't you say you can't come over until midnight?"
Yuan Yao hugged his delicate body contentedly and gasped: "It's not your fault. If you don't stay in Nanchang, why are you here in the freezing cold?"
"Come to warm your bed..."
Feng Fangnu said shyly.
Her pretty face, which was flushed, was even redder because of shyness.
Yuan Yao couldn't hold back and kissed her again.
My lips felt slightly hot from this kiss.
Then, as expected, the flames of war that had just been extinguished burned again.
Yuan Yao turned over and pressed on Feng Fangnu again.
…
Half an hour later, Yuan Yao ran out of ammunition and food, completely stopped, and retreated his troops.
Feng Fangnu turned into a puddle of soft water. After humming her last breath, she fell asleep directly.
Yuan Yao kissed her gently, looked up at the bright light still shining outside the window, and fell asleep.
If your years are peaceful, there will be someone who will bear the burden for you.
The next day, the sun rose three poles.
Yuan Yao opened the door and bathed in the warm winter sun.
Feel refreshed!
A knife and pen official appeared in the courtyard holding a plate of food.
Someone warms the bed when you sleep, and you have food when you wake up.
Hey!
What a great day!
Yuan Yao waved, and the knife and pen man came over holding a dinner plate.
Yuan Yao directly grabbed the soft, glutinous and sweet wheat cake, dipped it in the delicious sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
After swallowing a few mouthfuls, Yuan Yao picked up another glass of honey water at the right temperature and poured it into his throat.
The empty stomach finally received some food.
We consumed too much last night!
Although the taste was mediocre, Yuan Yao still emptied the plate like a whirlwind.
After drinking all the honey water, Yuan Yao finally burped.
"Hey, why do you look so ugly?"
"I haven't eaten your rice, why are you looking so sad?"
The knife and pen official held the empty dinner plate and summoned up the courage to say: "General, this plate of food is for me to bring to the military advisor as a sacrificial wine."
"Uh...the kitchen just made this one?"
"Nothing else?"
The knife and pen official shook his head: "Originally, it was enough. The military master offered wine and asked me to eat first while he ate last."
“So this is the last one.
Yuan Yao's eyes widened, and he looked towards the front hall, where he saw Zhuge Liang walking out with a haggard look on his face.
Like a high school student who just stayed up all night.
"Don't let the chef do it again!" Yuan Yao scolded hurriedly.
"No rush, I want to sleep for a while first."
Zhuge Liang walked up to Yuan Yao, looked at Yuan Yao who was in a completely opposite state to his own, and said, "How long has it been since you... reviewed the county reports?"
Yuan Yao innocently said: "Didn't I approve it yesterday?"
Seeing Zhuge Liang staring at him with dark circles, Yuan Yao had no choice but to confess:
"Well, yesterday I approved the report to the county for the first time."
"You..." Zhuge Liang was so angry that he just wanted to curse, but the last bit of energy in his mind told him that breaking up with Yuan Yao was more strenuous than staying up late.
"I……"
Zhuge Liang didn't want to say anything and walked directly to his room.
After putting Zhuge Liang to sleep, Yuan Yao walked to the front hall, and the scene in front of him suddenly made him feel completely new.
The pile of bamboo slips, which was originally disorganized and piled up like a hill, was neatly arranged into categories in one night's work.
And each roll of bamboo slips has at least one long bamboo strip sandwiched in the middle.
Yuan Yao casually took out a bamboo slip and spread it out.
The content of the bamboo slip is a report from a certain county, and there are some circles on it.
On the extra single bamboo strips, questions about the circle were written, as well as Yuan Yao's suggestions for how to deal with them.
Yuan Yao took out a few bamboo slips from the pile of bamboo slips in different categories, opened them and looked at them one by one.
No matter how big or small everything is, Zhuge Liang has reviewed everything. And there are laws and examples to follow for the answers.
For difficult problems, Zhuge Liang would also use separate bamboo slips to write down his own suggestions, specific steps for implementation, and the basis for them.
Yuan Yao's county government affairs, which had been backlogged for several months, were cleared by Zhuge Liang overnight, and all of them were dealt with properly.
"What's the meaning of the red and yellow silk tied on it?"
At the end, Yuan Yao discovered that among the hundreds of bamboo slips, a few were wrapped with ribbons of different colors.
The swordsman and pen official on the side said hurriedly: "The military advisor offered wine and said that things should be prioritized."
"If it is serious, tie it with yellow silk; if it is urgent, tie it with red silk. In this way, you will know which things need to be done immediately, and which things need to be decided by you, general!"
Yuan Yao nodded and sat directly in front of the case.
The knife and pen clerk hurriedly pulled out the two scrolls of bamboo slips tied with yellow silk ribbons and placed them in front of Yuan Yao.
Opening the first letter, this letter was submitted by County Magistrate Yuhan ten days ago.
According to a report from a tour in Geyang Township under its jurisdiction, a group of bald bandits were robbing grain in the mountains and got into a fight with the mountain people and were beaten to death. One of the corpses seemed to be similar to the wanted bandit leader Zuo Rong. The county magistrate Yuhan did not dare to take credit and asked Yuan Yao to send a sergeant to identify it.
Yuan Yao didn't see this report last night, but it immediately reminded Yuan Yao of the way Zuo Rong died in official history.
It is true that after his defeat at the hands of Liu Yao, Zuo Rong fled into the mountains and was killed.
Zhuge Liang's instructions were very cautious.
First, he asked Magistrate Yuhan why he didn't just send the murderer's head along with the memorial since he suspected that the deceased was Zuo Rong.
Zhuge Liang then added his own conjecture: He was afraid that Youyou was greedy for merit, so he refused to hand over the thief's head to the county magistrate.
Zhuge Liang's final suggestion was to send a capable commander and a small group of soldiers to Geyang Township to examine the body.
If it is false, Yuhan County Magistrate will be relieved of his duty of oversight and Yuhan County will be taken over on the spot.
If it is really Zuo Rong, it will be spread to all the counties, and at the same time, you will be promoted to the county judge Cao Yu. Those who have meritorious service will be generously rewarded.
In short, this matter can be used to gain control of the large county of Yuhan, or at worst, a pro-Yuan Yao force can be established in Yuhan County.
Seeing this, Yuan Yao had to admire Zhuge Liang's clear mind and careful thinking.
Yuan Yao would only approve such a report with the word "accurate".
Then he sent a group of soldiers and several surrendered soldiers who knew Zuo Rong from Liu Yao's army to conduct an autopsy.
It's not that Yuan Yao couldn't think of these ways to infiltrate the counties, but almost every county would send reports every month. Yuan Yao didn't have the patience to take care of everything.
If every memorial was handled as flawlessly as Zhuge Liang did, Yuan Yao's brain would not be able to approve ten memorials before it would shut down.
Opening another volume of yellow silk bamboo slips, this one is different from the previous one, but it is a bamboo slip that Yuan Yao has already reviewed, but Zhuge Liang has reviewed it again.
Zhuge Liang tactfully put forward several opinions based on Yuan Yao's corrections and explained the basis.
There are a few points that Yuan Yao missed. Only when he saw Zhuge Liang's comments did he understand them.
There are also some suggestions for improvement, which are stated clearly and logically.
There are only places that Yuan Yao didn't expect, and there are no places that Zhuge Liang didn't expect.
Yuan Yao was shocked when he saw it.
There are still differences between people!
After reading these two bamboo slips, Yuan Yao was completely relieved and stopped reading any more.
At this time, he looked at the room full of bamboo slips and couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhuge Liang.
No, such an excellent employee cannot be exhausted.
Walking back to the back hall, Feng Fangnu happened to have gotten up.
Seeing Yuan Yao running towards her with such speed, Feng Fang's face blushed again.
"Sir, my slave... hurts!"
Yuan Yao was stunned for a moment, then responded: "It's okay, I won't do it today."
Feng Fangnu lowered her head. Although she had met Yuan Yao countless times, Feng Fangnu was a little shy every time she was with Yuan Yao in a short distance.
Pulling on the corner of her clothes, Feng Fangnu said quietly: "I'll go prepare breakfast for you."
Yuan Yao's belly was already round, but he still nodded: "Well, go ahead."
"Put more nourishing food into the porridge to make up for the energy consumed by staying up late."
Feng Fangnu nodded: "Master... I understand... Actually, you don't need to make up for it..."
Yuan Yao scratched his head, but he couldn't say that he asked her to cook the porridge for someone else.
So he patted Feng Fangnu's butt gently and said, "Go and do what I say."
Feng Fangnu's face flushed, her brows furrowed slightly, and she immediately leaned over to please her and said, "The slave family is all dependent on the master."
When Yuan Yao heard the taboo words, his lower body trembled.
"The slave family will definitely use all the pharmacological techniques learned from the two masters!"
Yuan Yao hurriedly said: "It doesn't have to be so extreme, just normal."
"I'll use it all next time. This time I'll just make a normal late-night nourishing porridge."
