The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Little Prince Is So Milky 28-29-30

Pei Ling did not stay in the capital for too long. One autumn afternoon, he put on a suit of armor and led 20,000 soldiers to the frontier.

The face that originally looked feminine and beautiful now looks a bit colder.

Luo Ning looked at Pei Ling's back from afar. When the thick ink-like mark disappeared, he returned to the palace.

Luo Ning did not move the palace and still lived in Ninghua Palace. The entire huge palace, without Concubine Lan, without Emperor Cheng Ming, without Luo Ting, without Pei Ling, seemed to have suddenly quieted down, leaving him alone...

Luo Ning sat on the high seat, feeling lost. He tasted what it was like to be alone. When he fell asleep every night, without Pei Ling by his side, he couldn't sleep for many nights. He stared blankly at the top of the bed, feeling unavoidable in the rich, lonely night.

Fortunately, the system still chatted with him, otherwise Luo Ning wouldn't know what the point would be if he continued to stay here.

No wonder there is a saying that it is too cold to be in a high place. Perhaps being an emperor is to adapt to the state of being alone.

After Pei Ling left, there was no one he could trust around him, and Luo Ning was too lazy to choose anyone else, letting Emperor Cheng Ming's eunuch continue to take care of his daily life.

Soon Luo Ning became busy and did not have much energy to think. After trying it for himself, he realized that being the emperor was the most difficult thing in the world. Although he controlled the highest power, he was equivalent to being the mother of the entire dynasty. A large number of memorials were written and placed in front of him, ranging from national development to trivial matters.

Those officials obviously had nothing to say, but they still wrote most of the memorial. When read overall, the word count was low, which greatly reduced Luo Ning's efficiency.

Going to bed later than a dog and getting up earlier than a chicken, Luo Ning couldn't sleep comfortably for a long time. He suspected that he might die suddenly if he kept doing this. In order to make himself feel better, Luo Ning began to have a deep understanding of power. The organization was reformed.

He is not an emperor who is greedy for power. He will not hold all the power in his hands. Someone must help him share the pressure appropriately. Luo Ning has detailed each organization of the six departments, clearly planned the responsibilities of officials, and the time of going to court was also changed.

He had caused so many changes as soon as he came to power. Of course, the courtiers were privately skeptical. They felt that Luo Ning was giving random orders. This was how he had been in court before. How could the rules that had been passed down for hundreds of years be changed?

But the effect of these changes is obvious. The memorials on Luo Ning's desk have changed from three high piles to just one pile. Those small things have been handled by officials who perform their respective duties, and now they are sorted out. They were all about major national events, and Luo Ning only needed to give an approval or write a conclusion.

The ministers were busy, but they were very happy. They did not have the Buddhist spirit of Luo Ning, and they were eager to help out all day long, as if this would make them appear to be valued and realize their value.

As a result, the complicated affairs were greatly reduced, and Luo Ning finally had time to breathe. He got enough sleep every night, and when he woke up in the morning, he lazily drank a large glass of milk. He was afraid that he would continue to be so destructive for a long time. If it's not high, of course he needs to drink more nutritious things to replenish it.