Quick Wear: Crazy Criticism of Villains Asking for Stickers

I must have heard it wrong. The emperor's uncle's expression was still as cruel and ruthless. He must have wanted to say "kill him", but his words slipped.

The uncle and nephew didn't chat for too long, and Li Qing walked out of the imperial study.

After Eunuch Yu reported to the emperor, he led him into the house and then left with the eunuchs, leaving only the three of them in the room.

Xie Yu sat behind the desk, pointing his dimpled fat finger at the chair next to him: "Prime Minister Li, there is no need to be polite, sit down."

Li Qing sat down following the emperor's instructions. Xie Zhao stood up from beside the emperor and sat next to Li Qing. He stared at him with burning eyes and the first words he said were:

"Your Majesty, please go to the Imperial Garden to play for a while. I will talk to the Prime Minister slowly."

Xie Yu puffed up his cheeks and rolled his eyes. The emperor's uncle must have wanted to torture him, but was afraid that he would see a bloody scene. The emperor's uncle was really nice, and he considered everything for him:

"Okay, I'll leave first."

As he said that, he jumped down from the chair, walked up to Xie Zhao and waved his little hand. Xie Zhao leaned over to listen to what he had to say.

Xie Yu leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Uncle, don't be too harsh on the Prime Minister. He has been following my second brother for the past two years and has a lot of power in his hands. Be polite and don't shed blood."

Xie Zhao nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I understand."

After the uncle and nephew finished chatting, Xie Yu coughed twice, straightened his back and walked out of the imperial study. The pitiful state he was in when he just came out of the cold palace was now completely driven away by an air of dignity.

Li Qing looked at Xie Yu's chubby back. Xie Zhao took good care of his nephew. Even though he was poisoned and often tortured, he did not show any sign of illness.

"What is Jintang thinking about?"

Li Qing came back to his senses and looked at Xie Zhao: "Your Highness has taken good care of the Emperor. If the late Emperor knew about this, he would definitely be grateful to you."

Xie Zhao poured him a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Li Qing: "That's not important. I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"What kind of poison did you cast on me?"

Li Qing: “…” Why can’t I keep up with his train of thought?

"What do you mean, Your Majesty? I don't understand."

Xie Zhao stood in front of him, held the back of the chair with one hand, and leaned forward slightly, looking as if he was holding the person in his arms.

Their eyes met, Xie Zhao's breathing became heavier, he suppressed the desire to kiss her, and threatened:

“Don’t think that I don’t know. There is a woman from southern Xinjiang in your house. She must have told you how to cast a curse.

Prime Minister Li is so bold that he actually put a poisonous insect on me, trying to make me fall in love with you and become the King of Qin's subordinate. Humph, do you think... I will be scared by such a thing?

I warn you, get rid of the poison quickly, otherwise I will lock you up in the secret room of the palace and do that kind of thing every day... and make you live a life worse than death!"

Thinking of a certain scene, Xie Zhao subconsciously lowered his head to look at his pants, but it was not obvious.

Li Qing blinked, looking a little dazed, and finally figured out what he meant. The courtesan that the original owner bought seemed to have drifted here from southern Xinjiang.

No... this person's imagination must be so great that he can even think of poison! ?

"Your Highness, you are mistaken. I can cast a spell, but I have never cast a spell on you. Don't be too narcissistic."

Xie Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, not believing it. If there was no poison, how could he fall in love with Prime Minister Li at first sight?

"It's okay if the poison is not removed. Just stop helping the King of Qin and follow me from now on!" What if he doesn't like Jin Tang as much after the poison is removed? Perhaps only by not removing the poison can they achieve a happy ending.

"Sure!" The original owner's last wish was to help the emperor, so just join directly.

Li Qing agreed straightforwardly. Xie Zhao frowned even more deeply. Something was wrong. He agreed so quickly. Was there a conspiracy?

"You want to be a double agent and pass on information to the King of Qin? Did he save your mother? Is it worth your life? It would be great if you could follow me. I have a big gun... ahem... I have a lot of money, and the Prime Minister loves money. We are a perfect match!"

Li Qing calmly drank a sip of tea and said, "Your Majesty, you are overthinking. I really want to assist the Emperor.

I can consider the double agent you mentioned. I will continue to stay with the King of Qin and pass on information to you. We can pretend to be at odds with each other to conceal our true intentions. How about that?"

Xie Zhao stared at the pair of seductive fox eyes, licked his lips, and tried to get some benefits. He snorted, "I don't believe it!"

"Then how can you believe it?"

"Kiss me!"

After these words were spoken, both of them were silent. Xie Zhao rubbed his hands nervously. How could he say what was in his heart? Would the Prime Minister not slap him?

Li Qing tried not to spit out the tea in her mouth. Is this request really normal?

Xie Zhao frantically tried to make amends: "Well... I mean, you have to prove that you are really willing to work with me and that you are on my side from the bottom of your heart.

So you keep some leverage in my hand. Only with leverage in my hand can I believe that you won't betray me.

For example, writing a love letter to me, giving me a kiss... simple little things like that.

If you betray me, I have enough evidence to punish you for disrespect. I will lock you up in the palace and make you do that every day. It's terrible, so be careful."

Li Qing raised her hand and pressed it on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat quicken, she pushed him away while he wasn't paying attention.

He stood up and sat on the dragon throne, picked up the pen to write, and a love letter appeared on the paper.

He shook it in his hand a few times, and when the ink was dry, he pushed it in front of Xie Zhao:

"I sat on the throne without permission, which is disrespectful. I coveted the position of Regent, which is disrespectful. Are you satisfied with these two things, Your Majesty? Are you willing to cooperate?"

Xie Zhao: “…” Why do I feel like I’m being led by the nose the whole time?

Shouldn't it be that he questioned the prime minister, the prime minister felt guilty, and was afraid of him... and then had to cooperate with him, and had to be with him. After a long period of getting along and getting along with each other, the prime minister fell in love with him, and love turned from hatred, and they lived together forever?

This...is this negotiation process normal?

Well, no matter what the process is, the result is what they both want, working together!

Xie Zhao read the love letter three times before putting it away reluctantly, and in his heart he was still trying to find a good excuse for Li Qing:

The Prime Minister must have been fed up with that hypocrite Xie Feng and wanted to cooperate with him, which was why he cast a spell to attract his attention and did this series of things to reassure him.

Yes, that must be the case!

"Now that we have discussed the follow-up, will I escort the Prime Minister back home?"

"Your Highness is only 27 years old this year, and you have amnesia? How could you forget something so important? The disaster relief has not yet been discussed and concluded."

After being stabbed by his beloved, Xie Zhao pulled him to sit in his original position with good temper: "Jin Tang is mine now. If you want to go to provide disaster relief, I agree!"

This sentence is really ambiguous. What does "his people" mean?

Li Qing shook his head: "No need, I have a better candidate, Su Zijin, the Junior Secretary of the Dali Temple.

He is a man of integrity and a royalist. I am from the same school as him and his temperament is trustworthy. He is the best choice for disaster relief this time."

Xie Zhao snatched the teacup from his hand, pressed his lips to the spot where he had drunk, and drank the tea in one gulp, his tone somewhat sour: "Are you on good terms with him?"