Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

The Ministry of Households is in charge of finances. The little emperor who received the Ministry of Households originally thought that he could use money to restrict the other six departments, but within a few days he discovered that there was only money in his hands, no one had no power, and there was still no one above the court. Listen to her.

At this moment, Jun Zui smiled and found her again.

"Does the emperor want an official?"

He was holding a red single tulle, his eyes deep.

There was a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach the bottom of my heart.

The little emperor hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, took the gauze in his hand, shook it, and opened it up to look at it.

It was a thin piece of clothing that looked like the clothes worn by a courtesan in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, with only a few thin layers that could not cover anything.

The gauze is light and thin, but it seems to be heavy in the hand.

The little emperor's face was gloomy, and Prime Minister Jun said with a smile on the side: "The emperor is unparalleled in appearance, if you put on this dress, in the depths of the lotus flower in Xiaoyuntan, I don't know if it is the flowery or the more beautiful..."

Before he finished speaking, the little emperor raised his hand, threw the gauze on him, slapped angrily.

Jun Zui effortlessly caught her raised hand into his hand, and pulled her into his arms without any effort.

Knowing that it is not good for him to be angry with him, but the little emperor still gritted his teeth angrily: "Don't go too far!"

Jun Zui smiled in a low voice: "The emperor, I and your entire staff, you give me a spring dream, what's wrong with such a reasonable transaction?"

The little emperor clenched his hem tightly, with sharp phoenix eyes: "I am the emperor, and the world is mine!"

"Yes, you will always be the emperor." Jun Zui stretched out his hand and slammed her into his arms. The two were closer to each other, like a pair of intimate lovers.

He smiled playfully: "But it doesn't necessarily belong to anyone in this world."

After speaking, Jun Zui lifted her up sideways and put her on the bed.

The slight struggle of the people under him is just a seasoning to him.

I couldn't compete in the court, and in private, I was arbitrarily manipulated, and the little emperor's eyes were red, but he refused to shed tears in front of him.

The little emperor refused to serve the prime minister, so there was no official staff, and it was still difficult to move in the court.

At this time, the northern flood disaster, the people of the Li people were displaced, the prime minister was ruthless and determined to really carry forward the spirit of the traitor, so when the little emperor opened the treasury to save the people from the fire, the prime minister did not pay attention to it. .

Hubu Shang Shuxian's hair fell in pieces, but Prime Minister Jun didn't say anything, and the staff did not dare to send anyone.

The little emperor got angry in the court hall, and pointed to Junzui's nose and cursed, "Worthy things!"

Prime Minister Jun did not evade, and bowed down respectfully: "The minister is in fear."

"Are you scared? You can't wait to cover the sky with one hand! Even the people and the people don't look at it!"

Jun Zui raised a pair of indifferent eyes and looked at the little emperor who pointed to his nose in front of him. He smiled meaningfully: "If the emperor wants to save the people of Li people, there is naturally a way to save it. It just depends on whether the emperor is willing."

Hearing what he said, the little emperor trembled with anger and swept the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table to the ground.

The emperor became angry, and the ministers of the DPRK and China knelt to the ground, and no one dared to speak.

The little emperor looked at them coldly, furious and frustrated.

"Okay, very good."

After all, she walked away.

In the evening, Jun Zui, who was waiting in his mansion, really waited for the **** chief who came from the palace to send a message.

"Prime Minister, please, please."

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