"You stay in the palace will only delay my political affairs. If you hadn't insisted on pulling me to see the lotus today, why would you waste a great morning?"

"The saint doesn't like Erchen staying in the palace, and it's time for Erchen to come home after lunch!"

The palace servant quickly brought plates of memorials and placed them on the long desk, filling the desk with a pile of people, looking like a rolling mountain.

Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan'er immediately started to work hard. Wu Zetian reviewed the memorials with her head, and personally wrote and approved the matter when she saw important matters. If it was not important, she would express her intention and handed it over to Shangguan Wan'er to draft the decree.

The palace maids tiptoed in and out of the hall with a tray and sent the reviewed memorials to the yamen responsible for execution. Princess Taiping helped Wu Zetian at the beginning, but she was a reckless person. In addition, the weather was hot, so she soon became a little impatient and swayed around the hall with a round fan.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Yan Wei in the corner and couldn't help but speak out in surprise, "How come you are here!"

Yan Miaoqing was right, the historian really had no sense of existence. The two were staying in the hall for almost an hour before they were seen by Princess Taiping.

Yan Wei is also a person who is free. He cannot speak, drink water, or move around at this time. He has nothing to do with his hands. He is really suffering. He doesn't know how Yan Miaoqing has persevered for many years.

Princess Taiping's greeting was like a fairy voice to him, and hurriedly bowed his hands and replied softly: "Weichen is now the ninth-rank history picking up in the History Museum."

"I forgot that it was the errand that the saint asked the Ministry of Personnel to you yesterday, but it was not something that asked you to do this."

Wu Zetian also heard the movement, straightened up and shook his sore neck slightly and said, "Miaoqing, you and Yan Wei are here."

Yan Miaoqing immediately put the paper and pen aside, and took Yan Wei to Wu Zetian to bow and salute, "What are the saints' instructions?"

Wu Zetian asked with a smile: "Are you satisfied with the subordinate I have arranged for you?"

Yan Miaoqing replied: "Yan Wei is still aware of this."

"I'm afraid you will blame me for giving you a frivolous and rogue person in your heart. If he dares to offend you, just let Kunlun slaves deal with him hard."

Yan Wei said: "The saint has filtered it. Although Yan Lantai is a woman, she is quite polite to her subordinates. The minister admires her very much and will never be ill-behaved because of her beauty."

Wu Zetian snorted disdainfully, "I know who you are. I finally told Yan Shaojian to let Miaoqing do things for me. A few frivolous men of Menglang offended Miaoqing before, but now they have gone to the Shangyi Bureau to do things. If you don't dare to be irregular, go and be a companion with them."

Yan Wei felt cold under his crotch and said hurriedly: "I must not dare!"

"That's the best!" Wu Zetian handed a roll of paper from the desk to Yan Wei, "Is this what you painted?"

Yan Wei opened the scroll of paper and saw what he had painted in the hall yesterday, "It was painted by Weichen. Could it be that there is something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, I'm just wondering how fast you painted it."

"I was really forced to make a living in the past, so I would naturally become familiar with it if I painted too much."

Wu Zetian nodded and said, "Yesterday you looked at the real scene in the hall. If there was no real scene, only words, can you draw it?"

"I can do it myself, but I'm afraid it doesn't match the appearance of the real person."

Princess Taiping smiled and said, "Yesterday you deliberately painted Lai Junchen as that ghost, so you can't match it. You just need to match the appearance of a saint."

"I saw the saint at a glance yesterday. The emperor's face was engraved in my minister's heart, and it could be drawn anytime and anywhere."

Wu Zetian winked at Shangguan Wan'er. Shangguan Wan took out a roll of paper and spread it in front of Yan Wei, pointing to a paragraph of text and said, "Make the description in this paragraph into a painting."

Yan Wei looked carefully and found that it was the scene where Wu Chengsi fabricated the "Heavenly Saint Map" and presented it to Wu Zetian.

He was about to draw paper and pen. Although he didn't know what Wu Zetian's move was intended, Yan Wei did not dare to be careless about such an important incident. He took an incense stick to finish the painting. The characters on the painting were solemn and serious, and the image of the queen was not only dignified and magnificent.

Yan Wei presented his hands to Wu Zetian, "Please ask the emperor to correct me. If there is any inappropriateness, I will correct it."

Wu Zetian held the painting in his hand and looked at it for a long time before saying, "Okay! It's very good! I know you have secret skills to make painting as easy as taking off a bowl. Is it feasible to have hundreds of thousands of paintings like this?"

"It's feasible and it doesn't cost much money. I just don't know what the saints use to use it?"

Wu Zetian shook his eyes at Shangguan Wan'er, and Shangguan Wan'er pondered for a moment and explained: "It has been seven years since the saint ascended the throne, but there are still many foolish men and women in the world who have not known that the dynasty has changed. Yan Jianshi's paintings are simple and easy to understand. The court intends to post these paintings in the market, post station, and villages, so that the people can know the wisdom of the saints."

Shangguan Wan'er is right. Many people in Luoyang regard Wu Zetian as the widow in their hearts, let alone those remote villages.

However, in Yan Wei's opinion, it was simply obsessive-compulsive disorder to argue with the people in the countryside. As long as the people have food and drink, they would not bother to be the emperor. Just like cats and dogs in some areas of later generations can be the mayors. Even if God can't live, he will not be able to sit in the dragon court.

Wu Zetian was looking for trouble without any trouble. This was nothing more than the useless work of forging the Great Cloud Sutra and building a Mingtang.

Of course, Yan Wei dared not say these words. In the first half of Wu Zetian's reign, he had been rectifying the reputation of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. It can be said that he was a man who killed people and a Buddha. Yan Wei's small body couldn't help but pinch her fingers.

When he raised his head, he was full of respect, "The saint is truly and brilliant, and this idea is amazing."

Princess Taiping said proudly: "Yan Wei, you made a mistake. This is my idea. The saint cannot forget the merits of his son ministers."

Wu Zetian smiled and patted Princess Taiping's back, "I remember your contributions. If Yan Qing did a good job, I would not be stingy with rewards. You go back to the History Museum to read the daily notes of Emperor Taizong, choose appropriate historical materials to make paintings, and send them to the palace every three days for me to review, and then draw in large quantities."

Yan Wei bowed and took the order, "I obey the order. If the saint does not have any instructions from others, I will start preparing."

Wu Zetian nodded and said, "Go."

Seeing Yan Wei leave the Zichen Palace, Wu Zetian said to Yan Miaoqing again: "He has just performed his duties, and I'm afraid he can't figure out many things. Remember to help him more."

Yan Miaoqing said: "I will follow the sages!"

Seeing Wu Zetian waved her hand, Yan Miaoqing immediately bowed and retreated to the corner where no one paid attention.

Princess Taiping asked with a smile: "What does the saint think of Yan Wei?"

Wu Zetian said: "He is a slick boy, but his decisive behavior is very different from his gentle grandfather. He has to try his best or not."

Princess Taiping said ambiguously: "Is this what I am talking about?"
Chapter completed!