Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Nan returned to the mansion. Anyway, Li Er had agreed. What Li Er promised would definitely not change. He just needed to go to court tomorrow to wait for the dispatch.

When he returned to the mansion, he found Cui Yue playing a female girl in the backyard. Zhang Nan quietly walked up and walked behind Cui Yue. While Cui Yue was not paying attention, he kissed Cui Yue on the face and said, "Yue'er, what are you doing."

Cui Yue, who was still concentrating on being a female girl, was frightened by Zhang Nan and called out unconsciously.

"Ah, my husband, why are you doing? I'm scared to death." Cui Yue said with a reproachful look on her face.

"Hehe, this is just a joke with you. You're scared, your husband will compensate you." After saying that, Zhang Nan bent down and kissed Cui Yue on the cheek, which made Cui Yue's shameful face blush.

"What are you embroidering? Are you two little ducks?" Zhang Nan said, taking the girl red that was being made in Cui Yue's hand, taking it over and looking at it.

"What little duck, this is a mandarin duck." Cui Yue said with a blank look at Zhang Nan.

"What kind of mandarin ducks? I think they are just two little ducks." Zhang Nan said with a smile. In fact, Zhang Nan was already very satisfied to be able to joke with his wife like this every day.

"This is a mandarin duck, a mandarin duck." Cui Yue said, holding the unfinished girl red, shaking in front of Zhang Nan's eyes, as if to make Zhang Nan see more clearly.

"Okay, okay, mandarin ducks are mandarin ducks. No matter what they are, the husband likes them. Yue'er's hand is so clever." After Zhang Nan said that, he grabbed the hand that was shaking in front of him, pulled it over and placed it on his chest.

Faced with Zhang Nan's blatant behavior, Cui Yue's face turned redder, but she let Zhang Nan hold her hand like this.

After a while, Cui Yue remembered why Zhang Nan went to court today, and then raised her face and asked, "By the way, did you go to ask for an official today? How about it, what official position is the emperor giving her?"

"The emperor asked me to go to the Ministry of War, but the specific position I will still know tomorrow." Zhang Nan said.

"Ah, why is it the Ministry of War? Did the emperor not let the husband go to the Ministry of Revenue because of his father?" Cui Yue asked strangely. According to Cui Yue's idea, the best arrangement was to arrange Zhang Nan to the Ministry of Revenue, so that the two closest men they had gone to the same place. And if there was anything, his father could still help his husband. After all, Zhang Nan had just entered the court and his foundation was unstable.

"It's okay, the Ministry of War is pretty good, and I chose it myself. The emperor asked me to choose it casually. I picked it all over and over again, but finally decided to go to the Ministry of War." Zhang Nan said with a smile.

"Why did Langjun go to the Ministry of War? Isn't it good to go to the Ministry of Revenue? Where does my father have any problems to help Langjun?" Cui Yue asked strangely.

"Hey, I actually want to go to the Ministry of Revenue, but who can tell the matter of the court? If I were in the same department as my father-in-law, I would definitely suffer rumors. The emperor refused to believe it once or twice, but after this time, the lies became the truth, and rumors were more powerful than tigers." Zhang Nan said.

"Well, Lang Jun has what he said. No matter what, Lang Jun is now an official position." Although Zhang Nan did not go to the department she wanted Zhang Nan to go, Cui Yue was still very happy for Zhang Nan.

"By the way, Yue'er, you'll do me a favor later." Zhang Nan suddenly remembered that Li Er asked him to take out a memorandum about labor reform and said.

"What should my husband ask Yue'er to do?" Cui Yue asked strangely.

"Please help me write a memorial." Zhang Nan said with a giggle. He is also embarrassed to be a semi-illiterate person. He also wants his wife to write a memorial for him. Zhang Nan is also embarrassed to be embarrassed.

"...Langjun, it's not good to do this." Cui Yue said with a dark face.

"Oh, I can't help the word Langjun. Yue'er, please help." Zhang Nan said with a pleasing look on his face, but Zhang Nan was making a fool of himself. Zhang Nan didn't know how to write calligraphy at all.

"But Yue'er has written a memorial for the husband. Should you consider yourself and write it?" Cui Yue said.

"Hey, I've written it once, do you care about it the second time? As the saying goes, it's time and time again." Zhang Nan continued to say with a thick face. In the end, Cui Yue gave up under Zhang Nan's thick face offensive and gangster offensive, and obediently followed Zhang Nan into the study to help Zhang Nan write a memorial.

By the time a memorial was finished, it was setting sun. Although Zhang Nan had already figured out the general structure of labor transformation, he still wrote a lot of articles when he actually wrote it.

Cui Yue shook her hand and said, "I am so exhausted. My husband, you really should consider practicing calligraphy. Then I can't write every memorial in the future."

Zhang Nan smiled and pulled Cui Yue's hand and said, "I think it's good too. Langjun will be an official for the rest of his life. Yue'er, please help Langjun write a memorial for the rest of his life." Zhang Nan smiled.

Cui Yue is still powerless to resist the sweet words Zhang Nan said, and blushed again. After seeing them, Zhang Nan couldn't help but sigh: "It's better to be ancient." Just like a joke in modern times, girl, I told you a pornographic joke because I wanted to see you being shy, I was teasing you! I didn't ask you to tell me a more yellowish one, but most modern women seem to have lost the function of shyness.

After taking Cui Yue for a dinner fried with vegetable oil, Cui Yue was so full that she touched her completely flat belly and said, "Langjun, it's so delicious, why can it be so delicious?"

"Is this delicious? Isn't this home-cooked dish?" Zhang Nan said strangely. After all, these dishes are all very ordinary dishes.

When Cui Yue heard Zhang Nan ask him if he was delicious, she nodded repeatedly and said, "It's really delicious. Yue'er's dishes at home before were not as rich as that."

"Then you will be familiar with these flavors from now on, because we eat every meal in our family like this." Zhang Nan smiled.

"That's great. Yue'er just likes to eat these things." Cui Yue said excitedly.

"What should I do if the husband of the Langjun is no longer an official and has no money in the future, and Yue'er will not be able to eat these things?" Zhang Nan asked with a worried look.

"What's the matter? In fact, those dishes without flavor are quite delicious." Cui Yue quickly corrected her statement when she heard Zhang Nan say this, for fear that Zhang Nan would be unhappy.

Looking at the girl with a firm look in front of her, Zhang Nan smiled and touched Cui Yue's little head and said, "You are so stupid that it makes people feel distressed." After that, Zhang Nan hugged Cui Yue in his arms. With his wife like this, what else can his husband ask for? The third update is delivered. Do you want me to update one morning, noon and evening? Or do you want me to update the third update in the afternoon and evening, or you want to hold the third update in the morning. If you have good ideas, you can leave a message in the book review area. I will update it based on everyone's opinions.
Chapter completed!