This is a story about growing up (probably). The second general is attacked by the evil prime minister.
The emperor said: "The material of this jade biscuit is excellent for carving and painting! I will give it to you, my beloved!"
The Prime Minister knelt and thanked: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"My dear, are you free tonight? Come to my palace and let's discuss some 'national affairs'?" The emperor tilted his head and looked at him, leaning his chin on one hand.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to attend the call." The Prime Minister said with a nonchalant expression, "Recently, a cat has been raised in the mansion. He is arrogant and cannot be neglected. If I don't go home early, I'm afraid the cat will be dissatisfied."
"You dote on it very much!" His Majesty said with a half-smile.
"I take my leave." The prime minister bowed.
"Send this mural to the General's Mansion. He was tortured too much last night. He may still have a bad temper now. Be careful when talking to him! Please wait patiently!" The Prime Minister stroked the tea cup and ordered the personal attendant, smiling, "It's time for the cat to come back."
"Bah!" The sound of porcelain smashing to the ground, "Go down! The prime minister and dogs are not allowed in!" Someone yelled angrily on the bed with his waist sore and weak. The scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Does his majestic general have no hope of counterattacking like this in the future? The author's writing is a bit shabby (I burst into tears), please be careful