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"What are you doing...?"

Xiao Ye's finger hovered in mid-air, pointing to the ledger that could be described as abstract art.

Suppressing the laughter that was about to spill out, he forced himself to put on a serious expression exactly like Gu Mingli's.

"Practicing...counting?"

"right."

Gu Mingli nodded seriously and readily admitted it.

With his powerful core honed through countless trials, he remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged, his gaze unwavering.

"Your Majesty, I am compiling statistics on the number of errors that occurred during the disaster relief efforts in Ji Province."

"Oh? There are so many oversights?"

"As the saying goes, details determine success or failure, and I dare not slack off in the slightest."

Xiao Ye: "..."

Gu Mingli: o(´^｀)o

Stay calm and don't panic.

As long as he is righteous enough, then the only thing that is abnormal is this world!

Xiao Ye lowered his head in silence and glanced again at the pile of neatly written "正" characters.

Believe it or not, if you look closely, you'll actually make some new discoveries.

There are several places where the beginning and end of a stroke clearly and clumsily imitate his penmanship habits.

Especially at the end of the stroke, there was even a deliberate return stroke that was exactly the same as his.

Gu Mingli is secretly learning to write like him?!

This realization plunged the carriage into an eerie silence.

Xiao Ye rubbed his fingertips thoughtfully, a faint, indescribable light flashing in his deep eyes.

"you……"

"minister……?"

Gu Mingli, standing next to him, showed no stage fright and blinked innocently.

His clear eyes revealed only one emotion: "Your humble servant is an honest man."

In the end, Xiao Ye pursed his lips and didn't expose anything.

He straightened up, returned to his seat without a word, and picked up the next volume to read.

He just couldn't suppress the urge to smile, so he could only pick up his teacup and sip tea tactically.

Gu Mingli sat stiffly, but he still couldn't resist stealing glances at Xiao Ye's movements.

Seeing the emperor drinking tea, he reluctantly picked up his teacup and took a sip, imitating him.

Hmph! If Xiao Ye dares to laugh out loud in this carriage today, once we return to the capital, I will use all my knowledge to create a customized version of "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" for him!

We need to work on tempering his impatience!

Fortunately, Xiao Ye was very considerate and managed to suppress his laughter, preventing Gu Mingli from suffering a complete social death on the spot.

Gu Mingli let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked expectantly at the system progress bar in mid-air, which only he could see.

That wave of forced imitation should have had some effect by now, right?

Current progress: 8%

Depend on! ! !

He'd even risked his reputation, and this lousy system only gave him eight percent?!

There are still more than 9 hours left today!

How many words and actions would you have to imitate?

Is he afraid that his perverted behavior won't be known to the public?!

Gu Mingli turned to the next page of the ledger with grief and indignation.

He dipped his brush in ink and continued drawing the character "正" (zhèng).

The carriage swayed and rocked along the official road.

Finally, after noon, they slowly drove into a post station located beside the official road.

This post station is small and has been around for many years.

The yellow earth in the front yard could barely accommodate four or five horse-drawn carriages, while the back yard contained the dining hall and several brick side rooms for passing officials to rest.

The group dismounted.

A courier dressed in coarse cloth and short tunic trotted up to greet them, leading the horses to a shady spot to water and feed them.

The accompanying guards went to the canteen for a meal together.

Upon receiving the urgent secret report, Geng Zhigang immediately strode forward, handed the report to the emperor with both hands, and reported in a low voice on the road conditions and troop movements ahead.

Xiao Ye stood under the blazing sun, his posture upright and his movements steady and composed.

He nodded slightly, his deep eyes narrowing as he stared at the words on the secret report, and solemnly ordered:

"Send word to Yongping Prefecture that I will not be using the main gate for this inspection tour. Tell them to remove all the formalities and not to make a big fuss about welcoming me."

"At night, the group can enter the city directly through the north gate and quietly stay overnight at the post station."

After speaking, Xiao Ye closed the secret report and gazed intently towards Kyoto in the east.

A gust of hot wind blew up the hem of his dark robe, adding a touch of sternness to his brows.

"The reply and instructions to Kyoto must be sent tonight without the slightest delay."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Geng Zhi's expression turned solemn. He cupped his hands in acceptance and turned to quickly carry out the order.

Meanwhile, Gu Mingli was quietly eavesdropping nearby.

After observing Xiao Ye's words and actions, he looked around nervously, then turned and sneaked away.

He needed to quickly find a secluded spot to finish imitating this difficult "imperial majesty."

So, Gu Mingli wandered around the post station and set his sights on the slightly secluded hitching post in the front yard.

At this time, the guards were all eating in the dining hall, and there wasn't a soul in sight at the manger.

Gu Ming cleared his throat and quickly began to carry out the task.

In front of the manger, seven or eight horses were tethered, quietly bowing their heads and chewing the dry hay in the stone trough.

Gu Mingli imitated Xiao Ye, straightening his back, leveling his shoulders, and focusing his gaze.

Then, he walked over and stood in front of a robust, chestnut-colored horse.

His cold, murderous gaze fell upon the horse's massive head.

It evokes the feeling that when the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will lie in wait!

Then, Gu Mingli spoke.

His voice was deliberately lowered by half a tone, and his speaking speed was slowed down, attempting to create the authoritative tone of Xiao Ye:

"Issue my decree."

Chestnut Horse: "???"

The chewing motion paused for a moment, and one ear twitched alertly.

"Make sure the fodder at the supply depots ahead is prepared in advance. Any shortage will be considered dereliction of duty."

The chestnut horse's eyes widened, and it stopped chewing.

It slowly raised its enormous head, its two large, bright black eyes staring straight at Gu Mingli in front of it.

A piece of unchewed green grass still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Gu Mingli: "..."

Gu Mingli maintained his composure, not letting himself lose his composure, and continued to coldly issue the decree:

"Furthermore, inform Yongping Prefecture that the stables must be well-ventilated and dry tonight. I do not wish to hear of any more horses catching a cold."

The chestnut horse's pupils dilated slightly.

Hey man! Are you seriously ill? Did you catch it from the neighbor's cow?!

Should I stuff some hay in your mouth to wake you up?

It stared at Gu Mingli for two seconds, then rolled its eyes dramatically.

Then, it tilted its head and shook the beautiful mane around its neck.

It shifted its hooves, changed direction, and positioned its rear end toward Gu Mingli.

Its thick, long tail swished with a "smack," landing crisply on its hindquarters, before it continued grazing with its head down.

Gu Mingli: "..."

An awkward breeze blew by.

Gu Mingli remained standing there, maintaining an "imperial majesty" expression while facing the horse's rump.

The veins on my temples were throbbing.

Destroy it, hurry up.

A muffled laugh, barely suppressed, came from behind.

Gu Mingli's back stiffened abruptly, and he glanced stiffly in that direction out of the corner of his eye.

I walked over quickly to check, but there was no one at the base of the wall.

Gu Mingli looked away and glanced at the mission progress.

Current progress: 35%

Not bad, the progress has been much longer this time.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall.

Yi Shi and Er Yi squatted side by side against the wall, each resting their chin on one hand, lost in thought.

After a long pause, Er Yi lowered his voice and said:

"Should we record this or not? Has Young Master Gu suffered heatstroke and damaged his brain?"

Yi Shi frowned and pondered for a moment.

In the end, he pulled out a specially made little note and a charcoal pencil from his pocket.

"Remember! In case the young master has been attacked by some evil spirit, we must remember the time of onset and symptoms so that we can ask the imperial physician to prescribe the right medicine when we get back."

"That makes sense!"

Er Yi nodded repeatedly and moved closer.

"How should this symptom be described? Should we say he's acting like an emperor in front of a horse?"

"Are you stupid?! Writing about Lord Gu like this, do you have no regard for your life?"

Yi Shi glared at him.

"It needs to be written tactfully, yet it must reveal the essence of the matter!"

The two of them huddled together, carefully considering their wording for quite a while.

Finally, Yi Shi picked up his charcoal pencil and solemnly wrote down the secret report on a small piece of paper:

[The young master secretly watched His Majesty, his expression infatuated, his heart yearning for him beyond measure. Later, before the horse, he imitated His Majesty's heroic bearing and movements, his affection deepening with each passing moment.]

After finishing the note, the two checked it and were very satisfied with the well-written summary.

Er Yi carefully put the note away. "You keep an eye on Lord Gu. I'm going to deliver this note to His Majesty."

Yi Shi nodded, "Okay!"