Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 232 Model Worker Lin Mutian

Ying Yu smiled helplessly: "Okay. But at this time, you should immediately say no. It seems insincere to think about it for so long."

He doesn't know much about love, but he still understands this kind of acting.

"But I don't want to lie to you." Han Zhiyu closed her eyes in a little sleepiness: "Anyway, it's just a conversation between brothers and sisters, not a serious conversation between an emperor."

Seeing that she was extremely sleepy, Ying Yu didn't make any more sound, but just moved over a little, so that she could sleep more comfortably on his shoulder.

But his eyes are deep, like a deep abyss, making it impossible to see to the bottom.

When Han Zhiyu woke up again, it was her own bed that woke up.

At this time the sun had risen, she was not used to closing her eyes.

"Your Majesty, you are awake." Lingyun didn't give her a chance to sleep in at all.

Immediately wanted to dig her out of bed.

Han Zhiyu yawned: "Anyway, I have nothing to do today, so I'll lie down for a while."

She no longer has to teach the students morning reading, she always feels that the quality of her sleep is now at a premium.

"Why are you all right? Little General Lin is waiting for you." Ling Yun spoke excitedly, wanting to jump up.

Han Zhiyu didn't realize it for a while: "Huh?"

It took a few breaths before she remembered.

Lin Mutian.

Yesterday Ying Yu just asked him to help him, but he came so early in the morning.

He is really a young man full of vigor, and he doesn't stay in bed at all.

Since she had business to do, Han Zhiyu got up.

After she tidied up, when she saw Lin Mutian, the sun was already high.

"Little General Lin is in Zichen Hall?" Han Zhiyu asked casually.

Men can't enter the harem casually, so those who have face are waiting in Zichen Palace.

The shameless ones were waiting outside Zichen Hall.

As far as the relationship between Lin Mutian and the emperor is concerned, no matter how you search, he should not be turned away.

Unexpectedly, Lingyun shook his head: "No, General Lin injured his arm when he entered the palace, and he is currently in the imperial hospital."

"Tsk, it's really insane to even use the sick number." Han Zhiyu sighed in her heart.

Fortunately, the emperor did not exploit her to this extent.

Whether it was for working together in the future, or because Lin Mutian was injured because he entered the palace to work for her.

Both emotionally and rationally, Han Zhiyu wanted to visit.

She went to the Tai Hospital with ease, but there was one thing that was strange.

The Sumerians, who had always stayed in the Tai Hospital unshakably, were not here today.

"The last general pays his respects to the empress." Lin Mutian, who was sitting in the courtyard, stood up and saluted.

But one arm was injured, and the etiquette was neither fish nor fowl.

Han Zhiyu nodded: "There is no need to be formal, how is General Lin feeling?"

Lin Mutian glanced at the wound: "Thank you, Hong Fu, it doesn't matter what the end is, it's just that it hurt a little at first, but it's much better now."

"Then why don't you cultivate first?" Han Zhiyu couldn't bear to let a sick patient work for her.

Because she felt that she couldn't be a Zhou picker like Ying Yu.

So make an offer.

"It's just a minor injury. As long as you have breath on the battlefield, you can't rest. Your Majesty's good intentions will not be appreciated, but please don't drive away this general." Lin Mutian said firmly.

The face is full of who is driving me away and I am in a hurry with whom.

This is really a model worker, Han Zhiyu nodded: "General Lin is brave."

In fact, does Lin Mutian not want to leave?
Not at all, who wants to go to work when conditions permit.

This is the death order given to him by the emperor.

His memory flashed back to last night.

(End of this chapter)