The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 62
Zhuo Yanchong reviewed several papers in succession, and became bored.

He stopped writing to take a break, when he raised his eyes, he saw Jin Yuan looking at him with his chin resting on his shoulders.

"Why don't you sleep?"

he asked, frowning.

"It doesn't matter to me whether I sleep or not!"

Jin Yuan shrugged nonchalantly, pointed at the stack of papers on his desk and sighed, "You're going to read all these tonight?"

Zhuo Yanchong nodded and muttered: "Leaving the palace for a few days, Zhezi has been delayed for a long time!"

"You are such a good emperor who forgets to eat and sleep!"

Jin Yuanru sighed, her voice was extremely sincere.

Zhuo Yanchong's heart was shocked, and various complicated emotions surged up.

I'm afraid she is the only one who would praise him as a good emperor!
He has always known that in the eyes of the world, he is just a tyrant!

Jin Yuan saw the sleepiness on his face, felt more sympathy for him in her heart, and suddenly had a clever plan in her mind.

"Do you want me to squeeze your shoulders to relieve your fatigue?"

Seeing Zhuo Yanchong looking at her in surprise, Jin Yuan waved her hands and said seriously, "Don't look down on me, I'm a good massager!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Zhuo Yanchong's reaction, she put a pair of small hands on his shoulders and kneaded them gently with just the right strength.

"How is it? My craft is good, right?"

Jin Yuan asked with a smile while squeezing.

Feeling her little hands rubbing his shoulders up and down, it really relieved a lot of fatigue, and he couldn't help sighing comfortably.

It's just that if you knead for too long, you might get tired.

He turned around and held her hand, and said softly: "Okay, you go to sleep first, I will finish the review soon!"

"It doesn't matter, you continue to criticize yours, I will rub mine, and it will definitely not hinder you!" Jin Yuan patted her chest and made a promise.

Zhuo Yanchong felt an unprecedented tenderness in his heart.

It was not the first time he reviewed a memorial late at night, but he was always alone.

Jin Yuan couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, she just quietly rubbed his shoulders for him.

She was always active, so in order not to affect Zhuo Yanchong's efficiency, she kept quiet uncharacteristically.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Yanchong finally closed the memorial slowly.

Among river crabs. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)