No need to ask, the emperor is about to leave Qianqing Palace and start to listen to politics.

"Sorry." Zhang Tingyu only had time to say these two words, and then followed Wu Jun, Li Guangdi and the others and quickly went out.

In the entire south study room, Yuzhu was the only one left, alone and alone.

As Yuzhu, a veteran of the compound, he knew very well that in an important place like Nanshufang with many military and state secrets, rash actions would never be allowed.

In other words, as long as the superiors do not arrange tasks, he would rather sit around and never touch other people's things.

If you don’t do it, it’s good; if you do it too much, you’ll make a mistake!

Taking other people's things is even more taboo and stupid.

Therefore, Yuzhu sat in front of his desk, pen in hand, and continued to brew his unfinished plan for Pingzang.

However, Zhang Tingyu never returned to Nan Study until noon.

Wu Jun originally thought that Yuzhu, who had nothing to do, would come to him to arrange errands.

Who would have thought that Yuzhu has been sitting steadily in his seat, always immersed in writing something.

(PS: I won’t brag, it’s my best field again, and the excitement is just behind. Brothers, we are only a few dozen votes away from the top four in the history category. Let’s cheer together and help Yuzhu rush up.) <
Chapter completed!