Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

? After the floods in the south subsided, the two of them returned to their original state.

One wrote the memorial and the other continued reading.

It's just that everyone in the court felt a subtle difference.

The prime minister and the emperor are seizing power.

Jun Zui's greatest advantage is in the Ministry of War. He was a man who had personally led troops to the Northern Territory in the past.

And how long did Ye Chuijin have been the king, and how could he win the prime minister?

In the recent period of time, Ye Chuijin can clearly feel that the power in his hands is disappearing little by little.

If it was in the past, it would be fine, but now that he knew why Jun Zui was with him, the little emperor just wanted to firmly grasp the power in his hands.

At least... if he must leave, she still has the power to keep him.

Everything is like the tranquility before the storm.

After approving the memorial in his hand, Ye Chuijin raised his head.

Her prime minister was leaning on the soft couch and looking at the book in his hand attentively, but Ye Chuijin knew that he definitely didn't read it.

If he reads on, he will find that the book in his hand is the same as yesterday's.

Ye Chuijin felt a little tired for a while.

Feeling her sight, Jun Zui raised his head.

Two pairs of eyes meet in the air, one pair is full of complexity, the other pair is full of silence.

After a while, Ye Chuijin smiled: "Prime Minister, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Jun Zui looked at her and closed the book in his hand.

"I don't dare to ask my ears."

There was a pavilion on Xiaoyun Lake, and it was getting late. The two sat opposite each other in the pavilion, and no one spoke.

Jun Zui picked up the jug and filled the cups of the two of them, and Ye Chuijin held up the cups: "I pour my cup, you are free."

After all, look up and drink all the wine in the glass.

Jun Zui followed and had a drink.

After a few glasses of wine, the little emperor finally spoke: "Prime Minister Jun...Why did you come to Beijing back then?"

Hearing this question, Jun Zui was stunned for a moment.

Why did you enter Beijing?

He hadn't thought of this question for a long time.

At that time, I only wanted to keep her and her children, and I wanted to continue to travel around and sharpen the kendo when everything was too peaceful.

But people are greedy, he has tasted such illusory sweetness, how is he willing to let go now?

Jun Zui finally told the truth: "Back then, it was for one person."

Hearing this answer, the little emperor drank the wine in the glass again.

She grabbed the jug from Jun Zui's hand, filled it with herself, and asked, "Then Prime Minister, why are you staying in the capital now?"

Back in Beijing was for her mother and concubine, how about staying here now?

Jun Zui paused, his eyes faint: "For you."

The little emperor smiled.

Look, what a nice answer.

She took a drink after another, Jun Zui sat aside, sighed, and snatched the jug in her hand: "The emperor should drink less wine."

She held her drunk cheek and flattened her mouth at him: "...Yes."

Jun Zui moved for a while, and the hip flask in his hand was taken back again.

The little emperor poured himself a full glass of wine again and drank it in one sip.

She has a red face and is already drunk: "Don't call me the emperor, there are so many emperors...sell me to have fun."

She smirked and pointed to herself: "There is only this one in the world."

Jun Zui didn't speak, and took away the flask from her hand again.

The little emperor stood up and sat down on his lap, reaching for the flask in his hand.

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