Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

Outside the door, the rookie servant man dressed in a festive big red jacket that was about to celebrate the new year was anxiously wiping his head with sweat. After Jun Zui opened the door, the rookie servant boy breathed a sigh of relief: "Prime Minister Jun, there is news from Beijing. , Liang Guo's envoys are coming soon, please return to Beijing soon."

Liang Guo is not very honest today, the matter of Liang Guo's envoy to Xi Ling should not be taken lightly, it is indeed an urgent matter.

Jun Zui nodded, and brought in the six servants. After passing the corner, the little emperor with his feet was standing at the door of the house, waiting for him eagerly while holding the door frame.

It was cold, and she wore a cyan gown to be cool, and her nose was red from the cold when she stood at the door.

Jun Zui walked two steps quickly and hurried to her side: "How come out?"

The little emperor blinked at him, squinted his phoenix eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Jun Zui couldn't help but lift her lips when she was smiling.

Looking at the two of them, the minister of Liubu always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, he could only bow and salute the little emperor: "The emperor, the envoy of Liang is about to enter Beijing, the minister will come to take you back to Beijing."

After saying this, the six servants saw his emperor give him a faint look.

Although there was no expression on her face, the six ministers felt a cold neck inexplicably, and unconsciously shrank her neck. Only after she had shrunk did she feel that something was wrong.

He obviously didn't do anything, why did he feel so guilty when he looked at his emperor? Is trance like a good thing for the emperor to break?

What good things can the emperor do with the prime minister.

The innocent middle-aged fat man thought so and straightened his neck cheerfully.

On the other side, Ye Chuijin remained silent for a while before speaking, "When will Aiqing return to Beijing?"

Jun Zui thought about it carefully.

He is still a teacher at the college now, if he wants to leave, at least he has to find a suitable teacher.

Thinking about this, he replied: "Let's take a while."

Hearing this statement, the little emperor in front of him lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face, and made a low "Oh".

Because of her broken foot, Jun Zui helped the emperor to the gate and sent her to the carriage with his own hands.

As the car was about to go, the little emperor poked his head out of the car window: "Prime Minister Jun."

Jun Zui looked at her, and his eyes met again.

The little emperor smiled, his voice a little lonely.

"The plum blossoms in the palace have just bloomed recently, and Xiaoyuntan has also been repaired. When I came, the water had already filled the pond..." Then she paused and said softly, "Don't forget, there are some in my hometown. The deceased is waiting for you, and there are also deceased in the capital waiting for you."

After saying this, she lowered the curtain, the six servants arched his hands at him and drove away.

The carriage gradually drove into the night, Jun Zui watched, as if even the light in her eyes was taken away by her.

After a long while, he turned around and went back.

After waiting in her own room, Jun Zui only felt that the room she had stayed in seemed to be different from the past, a bit more lovable and angry.

Jun Zui took a deep breath and sat back at the desk, trying to force himself not to think any more.

He took the book on the desk, and wanted to be immersed in the philosopher's house, but after a closer look, he found that what he had picked up was the book he had just annotated.

And at this time, under his comment on "Holy and majesty, how can you be such a daughter's posture", there is a word of swordsmanship and swordsmanship next to it, as if summing up his sentence. .

"Can."

Jun Zui was holding the book and didn't turn that page for a while.

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