Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"Next, let him come." Luo Yi said lightly.

Everyone in the palace respectfully bowed and retreated, leaving only Song Le standing there in a daze.

After a few breaths, he rushed over and took over the rest of the work.

While dressing unskillfully, he heard the little Highness say: "I don't seem to know your name yet?"

Song Le wasn't used to it yet, so he raised his head in an unruly way, and immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly corrected him: "Hui, Hui, the emperor, the younger one's name is..."

"Your name is Xiao Xiazi." Luo Yi casually gave her a name without waiting for her to finish introducing herself.

Song Le: "?" What?

Meow meow meow?

Xiao Xiazi?

Little blind man?

"..." No, no, no.

But blatantly resisting seems unfriendly, Song Le decided to discuss it privately in the future, and now let the little Highness face and not speak.

Seeing that he was instantly as quiet as a chicken and silently digesting, Luo Yi thought he was deflated, and felt relieved for a while.

Hehe, in vain, stupid.

It's really indistinguishable, half a catty.

It's even, I'll spare you this matter.

After the young man vented his anger, he was in high spirits, his brows and eyes glowed with joy, and he went up in a spirited manner.

Oh, before leaving, I still didn't forget to raise my chin slightly, and said with casual eyes: "Wipe off the ashes everywhere in my bedroom, and when I come back to check, if there is a little dust, I will punish you without dinner."

"..." Song Le smiled on his face and answered yes again and again, but in his heart he said: yes yes yes, she is really pissed off.

Such a huge palace, just because he is the emperor, there can't be ashes.

What's the point of asking her to work.

It is clear that he wants to punish her!Not giving dinner, it's just strangling her vitals.

Song Le finally searched around and went back to catch up on sleep.

As a result, within 10 minutes of making up, the little eunuch yelled again.

#There are three words she really does not know whether to say it#

As a result, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he was grinding ink for His Highness next to the desk.

The eyelids were drooping, and Song Leyanmo's movements became slower and slower, and in the end it was like playing in slow motion, one frame per minute.

"Xiao Xiazi."

Luo Yi saw that he was about to faint while standing, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but pressed down abruptly, and shouted coldly.

Song Le didn't keep this name in mind at all, and didn't respond.

"Xiao Xiazi!" Luo Yi raised his eyebrows and raised his voice.

Only then did Song Le realize later that he was calling himself.

The sleepiness has not dissipated, but the eyelids are instantly refreshed. After opening, there is a trace of guilt, and Song Le is busy studying ink.

"How is my cat?" It was rare for His Royal Highness not to make a fuss about this matter, but asked about the little milk cat.

Song Le murmured, and said after consideration: "It's good to go back to the emperor."

"Where is it good?" Luo Yi looked very interested, and even his subordinates stopped writing the memorial.

"..." Song Le froze for a moment, thinking that His Royal Highness wanted to listen to good words.

Then she can't flatter the horse's legs.

He must give an example of boasting cleverness, but what example did she give?

Did you agree to eat small dried fish together, but it ran away first, or did you give it a name and be beaten by it?

Tsk, I'm a little flustered to say anything.

But boasting cuteness seems to be too stereotyped, not brilliant enough.

So Song Le compromised, and said sincerely: "This...it is quite similar to the emperor."

"Where does it look like?" Luo Yi asked without thinking.

"Uh..." Of course it looks like a stinky fart.

Song Le paused again, and said hesitantly: "The nobleness is overwhelming, this is very similar."

"..." Luo Yi choked and ignored her.

Song Le polished the ink for a while, and couldn't bear curiosity, and asked: "The little one dares to ask the emperor, what's it's name?"

Luo Yi was not in a good mood, and said directly: "For nothing."

Song Le: "...!"

Those two familiar words made her heart skip a beat.

How did your Highness know this name?

Could it be that the little milk cat can talk?Or does she have a tacit understanding with His Royal Highness?

Song Le plucked up her courage and asked again: "Your Majesty, how did you come up with such a good name?"

Luo Yi: "..."

I saw him smiling, and said: "Don't you think it is very white?"

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