Everyone in court knows that Lu Zheng never listens to anyone.
Xiao Ce tries to reason with him, and the words go in one ear and out the other. The emperor tries, and Lu Zheng treats him like background noise. Liu Yuan tries, and Lu Zheng draws his blade.
Only when Shen Jinghan speaks does this stubborn mule quiet down, listen to the end, and say, “All right.”
Someone asks Lu Zheng why. He answers, perfectly matter-of-factly, “Lord Shen sounds nice when he talks.”
Shen Jinghan speaks the same way to everyone: cool and detached, as if he were reading an official document.
So there can only be one conclusion: Lu Zheng likes listening to official documents.
Dear author: Seeing the words is like meeting each other, and the letter is soothing. Liking your works is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in the world. It's not about weighing the pros and cons, it's not about lust, but it's about suddenly having someone as your food that makes me worried and unable to let go. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning, a nap at noon, or a night filled with stars, I want to spend it with you. Don't doubt why I like you, just like fish fall in love with the sea, birds fall in love with the sky, I don't quite understand what this means, I think it's like breathing, no need to practice, just because it's you. By the way, don't be idle, I'll update a few chapters if you have nothing to do. But don't be tired ()