The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Few people knew about the prime minister's concubine daughter. Everyone thought that the prime minister had only one daughter, and the emperor didn't name her, so the prime minister's wife took advantage of the language gap.

The deal was done, the Prime Minister not only wanted to protect his concubine daughter, but also wanted to take advantage of the concubine daughter, and asked her to investigate the emperor's situation before she entered the palace.

In this way, Luo Ci was sent to the palace, without the conferment ceremony, and without her own bedroom, she was sent to the cold palace, and even the maids around her rebelled, seeking another master.

Now is the first time since the cold palace half a month, contact with the emperor.

Judging from the avatar's understanding of the fragments, he is now seventeen years old, and since he became emperor at the age of twelve, courtiers and common people fear him.

This is still learned from some grumpy maids.

After all, she was raised in a deep boudoir, never went out, and was not allowed to go out, so she didn't know much about the outside world.

Luo Ci sorted out the thoughts in her brain, feeling her throat was a little dry, she propped herself up on the bed, and wanted to sit up.

But I don't know if it's because the quilt is too heavy, or because my hands and feet are weak, and I can't move for a while.

There was movement not far away, and a slender figure came over. He was wearing a black imperial robe with dragon patterns embroidered with gold thread.

Jun Heng stepped up to her side, his long and narrow dark eyes were sharp, deep and cold like a cold pool, but when he looked at her, his gaze decreased a lot, he said slowly, "How do you feel now?"

The young man's voice was slightly deep, and it softened a little, making it more provocative.

Luo Ci's voice was a little dry, "Water."

Jun Heng poured a cup of warm tea, slowly helped her up, she took the cup and drank it in one gulp, "Thank you."

The body moved away automatically, avoiding his hand holding her.

After drinking the hot tea, the pale and dry lips turned a little bloody, and became slightly moist with luster.

She raised her clear and beautiful eyes, looked straight at him without any fear, and showed a small and delicate chin. Coupled with this sickly and weak appearance, she was somewhat pitiful, "Your Majesty, how long have I been asleep?"

Jun Heng slowly withdrew his hand, and said slowly, "You slept for a day and a night."

He woke up quickly yesterday and found that he had returned to his original body. He subconsciously looked at her and found that she was short of breath, and her pale face was covered with fine and dense cold sweat.

For some reason, he felt a little flustered and called the imperial doctor to check her pulse. He didn't even go to court the next day, and dealt with government affairs in the bedroom.

He suddenly... didn't want to see her unconscious and weak appearance.

Jun Heng stared at her with dark eyes, "I will let someone cure your illness."

Luo Ci glanced at him silently, then said slowly, "I'm hungry."

The emperor had some light meals prepared.

Luo Ci stretched out her hand to hold the spoon, her hand was still a little limp, but she could still eat by herself, but her whole body was limp and limp, not useless.

She didn't become restrained just because she changed her body, she lowered her head to eat, her pretty face looked serious, as if she was dealing with something serious.

Jun Heng looked at the girl's side face, he didn't have any appetite at first, but now he suddenly felt a little hungry, so he ate together beside him.

Seeing that the girl was almost finished eating, he called someone to bring up the medicine bowl. It was a large bowl of black medicine, still steaming, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine soon spread out.

It doesn't look good.

Luo Ci stared at the medicine bowl, her eyes were dim, and there was obvious rejection on her face.

Almost instantly, he remembered the fear of the clone being dominated by traditional Chinese medicine in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

She remembered that this body was very sensitive to bitterness, and just a little bit of bitterness would be magnified infinitely.

Seeing the girl's tense body, looking at the bowl of medicine as if facing a formidable enemy, Jun Heng felt inexplicably wanting to laugh, and after a moment of relaxation, her voice was calm, and she was a little more patient than usual, "This is specially prepared by the imperial physician. If you drink the medicine, you will feel better."

On the basis of yesterday, it has been improved, which is more suitable for her current body.

Seeing that she was still not moving, the young emperor took the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoon with his slender fingers, blew lightly a few times, and stretched it out to her lips, "Drink."

Luo Ci looked at him with some puzzlement. She didn't know how the fragments changed so much suddenly, so she politely refused his feeding, "Your Majesty, I just want to wait for it to cool down."

Jun Heng was startled, and slowly put the spoon back.

He heard the girl's soft voice again, "If you drink this medicine little by little, it will be more bitter."

He hummed lightly.

The emperor put down the medicine bowl, walked slowly to the desk, and began to review the memorial.

He looks normal at the moment, from his eyes to his words and deeds, he is just an ordinary boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He is a little gentle and not scary at all. He is not at all like the volatile and murderous tyrant known by the world.

Luo Ci saw a small packet of candied fruit next to the medicine bowl, slowly stirred the soup with a spoon, picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp, and then skillfully put a candied fruit into his mouth.

This bit of sweetness can't wash away the bitterness in the mouth, there is always something that can't be covered.

very bitter.

What she needs most is to rest. After drinking the medicine, she got up. She glanced around for a week with her beautiful eyes. Finally, she went to lie down on the soft couch and covered herself with the quilt. Only half of her small face was exposed. Face.

Jun Heng in front of the desk heard the movement, and didn't turn around to look at her immediately. He didn't look at the direction from which the movement last came until the hall became quiet.

It's not a dragon bed, but a soft couch.

It was Eunuch Li's quilt prepared just in case, and now she has covered it tightly.

The thin and beautiful lips were tightly pursed, and the dark eyes were at a loss for the first time.

He doesn't understand.

The thick black eyelashes trembled slightly.

He doesn't understand.

In the end, Jun Heng still didn't get up, and his eyes fell on the memorial on the desk, because of his reputation as a tyrant, most of the courtiers carefully submitted the memorial, not daring to say anything that would offend him.

Even fearing that the emperor would be upset by accident and order the house to be seized and beheaded, the beginning of the memorial was filled with words of praise for the emperor, and then slowly entered the main text.

And the words should not be too euphemistic. There was once a minister who was beheaded because the words were so subtle that they read very convoluted and angered the emperor.

Also can't be too straightforward.

In short, the emperor's temperament is perverse, and the ministers almost seem to be rushing to the execution ground every morning, and they have to deal with it with 120,000 points of energy.

For them, it is a good thing that the tyrant does not go to court.

No one wants to be beheaded for no apparent reason.

Jun Heng used to criticize memorials with the intention of teasing them, and would criticize ambiguous words to make the ministers fearful, but now he has lost his mind at all.

Either they have read the two words, or they are vetoing the other party.

Of course, the vetoes accounted for the majority.

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