The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 838: Eighth brother, take care (1)

Chapter 838: Eighth brother, take care (1)

Jiang Huai ‘an thought it would be easy.

He was only a clerk of the Hanlin Academy.

He didn’t have the qualifications to attend court.

However, Jiang Huai ‘an was a 16-year-old New top scholar who had won three Yuan in a row.

Although he was also a junior rank-6 editor of the Hanlin Academy, just like the other two.

However, in just one year, Jiang Huaian was now an official rank-6, one rank higher than the other two.

Not only that, but the Emperor seemed to be paying special attention to him.

The Hanlin Academy had the responsibility of compiling and recording all kinds of ancient books. From time to time, they had to follow the Emperor and record his words, actions, and phrases.

However, this was all for those above rank five.

Three months ago, His Majesty had personally promoted him to the front. Every day, he would listen in the throne room and the Imperial study.

It was said that the Hanlin Academy was a reserve for the cabinet. Now, Jiang Huaian was one of the people who were being trained with great effort.

All he needed was time.

Everyone thought that the Jiang family’s decline represented their demise, but they didn’t expect that one person was enough to support the entire family.

The Jiang family had reappeared among the new rich and powerful in the capital.

Naturally, Jiang Huaian also had the right to meet the Emperor.

“Don’t worry, big brother will definitely send it. Is there anything else Lulu would like to say?” Jiang Huai ‘an was deeply afraid that his sister wouldn’t be used to living there. She was muddleheaded for the first three years of her life.

After he woke up, he suffered for a few years in huangdu.

She had finally returned to the capital and stayed in the East Palace. No matter how much she was pampered, it was still not her home.

Now that his sister was by his side, as his only brother, how could Jiang Huai ‘an not be heartbroken?

Lulu hesitated for a moment before his eyes dimmed and he shook his head.

“I don’t want it.” He said in a muffled voice.

It was August now, and Lulu thought for a moment.”I want to watch the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival when you’re on your break.”

Jiang Huaian helplessly patted his sister’s head. “The late Emperor passed away only two years ago, we still have to wait a year before the Lantern Festival can be held. The country has been mourning for three years, and there’s no celebration.”

“Oh,” Lulu replied.

When Jiang Huai ‘an went to court, he held a handkerchief in his arms and seriously recorded the words and deeds of the officials in the throne room.

Jiang Huai ‘an only took a deep breath when the Emperor received the officials in the Royal study.

He was a little embarrassed as to how he should open his mouth.

At this moment, the Emperor went to the lakeside Pavilion to rest. Jiang Huai ‘an knelt in front of the Emperor.

“Your Majesty, this humble subject has been entrusted with an item to deliver to Your Majesty.” Jiang Huai ‘an took out his handkerchief and raised it up respectfully.

Lu huaijiang took a glance, his eyes indifferent and his lips slightly pursed.

The evil god immediately appeared in his mind and shouted, “”Don’t take it! Who gave him the guts!”

“Who gave you the guts to send such a messy thing to me?” Lu huaijiang’s voice was cold, and Jiang Huaian was stunned.

He kneeled by the fence and raised his hand. “Then, then this lowly subject will throw it away. This lowly subject should not have sent this thing into the palace.”

When the wind blew, he was directly blown into the water.

Lu huaijiang glared at him.

Jiang Huai ‘an’s head shrank back. It wasn’t that bad. Why did throwing it away make him even angrier?

Lu huaijiang gritted his teeth in anger, can’t you persuade me? Can’t you f * cking persuade me?

If I accept it so easily, wouldn’t the evil god, that dog, mock me again? Can’t you at least f * cking persuade her?

You’re not as tactful as your uncle.

Jiang Huai ‘an saw that the emperor’s face had turned green, so he simply shrank his head and retreated.

Until night …

Lu huaijiang, dressed in a night suit, was fumbling around in the lake, his whole body wet.

The more capable he was during the day, the more miserable he was at night.

“Eighth brother, can you still hold on?” the evil god asked.