Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

That night, the hidden guards in the emperor's bedroom heard a familiar whistle and retreated silently.

A figure flew down from the beam and landed precisely on the dragon bed.

The person lying on the dragon bed was already in a deep sleep, and a pair of hands that did not belong to him were wandering around. He just hummed a few times as he was used to, and calmly waited to be served.

It was only at the next moment that he was pushed in violently, and the emperor frowned and made a gesture of kicking him.

"It hurts! What about the plaster? Why don't you use it?"

The man with thick beads of sweat on his forehead hesitated suspiciously for a while before speaking in a low voice.

"Just now, the Supreme Emperor took the plaster away, and it's too late to make a new one."

"Then you come over tonight? You can't let me sleep comfortably!"

The emperor said angrily, he is most afraid of pain!

"It hurts? Then let me help you."

The man pulled himself out, then leaned over slightly and turned him on his face.

The emperor was startled, kicked his legs back quickly, and cursed at the same time.

"No! Jindu has come in, hurry up and get down to business!"

He doesn't want to be mouthed!I lost face last time!

The leader of the dark guard sighed with some regret in his heart. He specially gave the plaster to the Supreme Emperor before coming here, just to relive the beauty of the past, but unfortunately the Emperor was not fooled.

but……

He stood up and felt the burning heat that was different from the past, and nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

This is actually very good.

After being turned into a red wave overnight, he went to court the next day, and the emperor felt refreshed.

The leader of the dark guard who was hiding on the beam looked at his energetic appearance and nodded.

The internal force is really useful. Next time, I will discuss it with the emperor and let him cultivate the internal force. Presumably, life will be more harmonious in the future.

Mo Muwen lay in the bedroom for nearly half a day before waking up leisurely.

After waking up, he was still a little dazed.

This is where?

What's wrong with me?

He just wanted to move his body, but found a smooth and delicate skin next to his arm.

Mo Muwen was shocked!

He sat up abruptly, and was about to leave, when he was stunned to find that the person lying next to him was the Supreme Emperor?

The memories of last night suddenly flashed through his mind, and Mo Muwen suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

This, is this really what he did last night?

But, why did the Supreme Emperor treat him?

Could it be that the Supreme Emperor treats him?

But why?

His mind was in a mess, he sat up blankly, and after a while, Yuan Zhuo half-closed his eyes in dissatisfaction and pulled the quilt.

Which bastard ripped my quilt away?

When he pulled, most of the quilt on Mo Muwen's body was immediately ripped off, and under the slid quilt, a bruised and purple body was exposed.

There are all kinds of marks on it, all of which were bitten out by Yuan Zhuo in retaliation while Mo Muwen was asleep.

Mo Muwen didn't know, he looked down at himself, and silently curled himself into a ball.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

He was a little cold, so he carefully went to Yuan Zhuo's hand to pull a little quilt, but Yuan Zhuo who was sleepy thought he was a child in the previous world, stretched out his arms, and habitually hugged him into his arms.

The roots of Mo Muwen's ears immediately burned red.

The nostrils are full of the smell of the Supreme Emperor, stronger and better than the one on the handkerchief.

The heart in the chest seemed to be jumping out, louder and louder.

As if something was about to overflow in Mo Muwen's heart, he shrank slightly into this man's arms, and said to himself in a low voice - this may be a dream, when he wakes up, everything will be back to normal Undisturbed.

So, let him indulge his last moments.

When Mo Muwen woke up again, before he opened his eyes, a familiar scent filled his nostrils.

He couldn't believe it, and slowly opened his eyes.

But to his disappointment, he found that there was no one sleeping beside him.

He was immediately disappointed—as expected, was everything just a dream?

Just as he was thinking, some movement came from outside.

Mo Muwen sat up and stared blankly.

On the low couch, Yuan Zhuo was half lying down and was talking with the leader of the hidden guard.

"I see, you go down first, let people continue to keep an eye on it, if there is any problem, report back quickly."

"Yes."

The leader of the dark guards responded, this time he didn't go directly to the beam, but looked at the dragon bed before stepping back and going out the door.

Ok?

Yuan Zhuo cast his eyes on the bed, only to realize that a certain counselor was still there in a daze.

He snorted, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"How long are you going to hold on to my clothes?"

what?

Mo Muwen lowered his head in a daze. What was the clothes tightly packed in his hands if they weren't the obscene clothes he was familiar with?

He slammed it away as if it was hot, and then suddenly thought of something, fell off the bed, knelt on the ground, and spoke in panic.

"I, I was very disrespectful last night, last night! Please punish the Supreme Emperor!"

After eating the meat, Yuan Zhuo was in a good mood to tease him.

"Oh? Then you see, what crime do I want to punish you so that other courtiers won't gossip about it?"

charge?

Mo Muwen opened his mouth wide.

"This, this is naturally disrespectful..."

"Really? Then how disrespectful are you if they ask me?"

Yuan Zhuo groped on the low couch and took out a small box.

"This this……"

Mo Muwen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he just couldn't think of a suitable crime!

I can't really answer, saying that he did such an unbearable thing to the Supreme Emperor, right?

Yuan Zhuo snorted coldly as if he knew what he was thinking.

"To be honest, you just had an idea, and I took the initiative to realize your idea. Or do you think that I put you to sleep, so you are going to seek death?"

"Of course not!"

Mo Muwen is in a hurry, he won't!

"Then I never said that I would punish you, why are you always looking for death?"

Yuan Zhuo said, picked up the small box and threw it at Mo Muwen.

With a subconscious backhand, Mo Muwen stayed where he was.

Your Majesty, do you really not intend to punish me?

But I am obviously disrespectful, but as a subject, I have such unbearable thoughts towards the Supreme Emperor, and I should die a thousand times or ten thousand times.

Why……?

"Don't be stupid, you have a fever, and I don't even have anyone to give me medicine, so hurry up and give me medicine."

Yuan Zhuo moved his legs and cursed in his heart.

That dog was like a donkey, and it was killing him.

When Mo Muwen heard this, he quickly got out of bed with the plaster.

"Where are the people who serve the Supreme Emperor? What about the Imperial Physician? Why is there no one who prescribes medicine?"

He was a little separated, and there was some anger in his heart.

How could the body of the Supreme Emperor's daughter be injured?

It must be that the servants are careless!

There is not even a person who takes medicine!

Yuan Zhuo raised his leg and kicked the obscene trousers away, while sneering.

"Wouldn't the waiter just stand on the ground and be stupid, he made himself have a fever, who will give me the medicine?"

Mo Muwen looked at the two white groups in front of him, and heard the words of the Supreme Emperor, and finally came to his senses.

Yes, are you waiting for him to take the medicine?

He blushed immediately.

Yuan Zhuo said again, "Besides, whoever got hurt was asked to apply the medicine at that time, so I don't need to say where it hurts, right?"

Mo Muwen finally fully understood this time, and his face was so red that he could bleed.

"Chen, I know..."

After dawdling and taking a deep breath for a long time, Mo Muwen finally finished the medicine after stumbling.

When he was done, he pulled out his finger and made a popping sound.

Now Mo Muwen's whole body is no different from having a fever again.

Yuan Zhuo glanced at him, lifted his foot, and kicked him down on the couch affectionately.

"Lie down a little longer before you feel better. I'm afraid it will take some time in the past two days. Tomorrow I will go to the field in person."

If you are not good enough to be cowardly, don't expect to follow.

"Go to the ground?"

Mo Muwen was a little anxious immediately, "But the current physical condition of the Supreme Emperor..."

He blushed a bit, then whispered, "It's not suitable to go to the ground, if there is something urgent, I can handle it for you!"

"That's when you get better."

Yuan Zhuo gave him a supercilious look.

"Let's see, you should have a good rest first, in the future," he looked into the distance, "there may be a storm to fight against."

If it is said that what the leader of the dark guards told him is true.

Four down town.

The official in charge of managing the four lower cities located in the extreme south was the second place nine years ago. He has been in the four lower cities for nine years, but he has never felt that any year has caused him more headaches than this year.

"Besides, what's going on?"

He looked at the staff, his eyes were all black and black, and his tone was hopeful.

The staff took a deep look at him and shook his head slowly.

"I wish my lord, I'm afraid it is, it's better to be ready as soon as possible."

I wish you red eyes.

"I've already made all the preparations I can. Now it's the day when I'm going to die! I've already had someone hand me the booklet. It's just that the southern land is remote, and I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey before the Emperor can see it."

His tone was mournful, only feeling that he was so incompetent.

The staff members were also concerned, but there was nothing they could do.

The two were relatively speechless, and Master Zhu forced a smile.

"Since it's impossible, fortunately, the emperor now has a new iron-making method. You can arrange for the newly sent farm tools and blacksmiths. After the catastrophe is over, maybe next year, it will be fine."

The staff suppressed the grief in their hearts and nodded.

"My subordinates will start to let people do it, but if a catastrophe is imminent, we should wait until next year before giving them the farm tools. In case they are desperate..."

He paused slightly.

I hope you understand what he means.

If there is a plague of locusts, then there will be no food at that time, and the people who want to live may not know what they will do.

He felt sad, but he could only agree.

Beijing.

Regardless of Mo Muwen's dissuasion, Yuan Zhuo went to the field in person, picked up some snails by himself, and ordered people to catch some common insects in the field, such as grasshoppers and the like.

Mo Muwen followed behind him, watching Yuan Zhuo bring these things all the way to the restaurant.

He groaned in his heart.

When he saw Yuan Zhuo using the kitchen himself to make these worms into dishes, he stopped him in panic.

"What is the emperor going to do?"

Yuan Zhuo looked at him with a serious face, pushed away his obstruction with his hands, and carefully handled these things, while instructing him to light up the oil pan.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Stir-fried escargots, deep-fried grasshoppers and other dishes slowly came out of the pan. Yuan Zhuo glanced at the dishes in front of him and beckoned him to sit down.

"Come and see, if it is made like this, would you dare to eat it?"

Mo Muwen's expression froze.

He glanced at the still-preserved grasshopper in front of him, sweating profusely.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and a voice came in.

"So this restaurant is so grand! It looks like it's quite fun! No wonder father, father, you don't want to stay at home all day long."

The emperor in disguise opened the door unceremoniously and came in. He saw the fried grasshoppers on the table at a glance, and his nose moved, "What is this delicious? Is it a new dish? Yu, why is there no cook at home?" ever done?"

He said, picked up one and threw it into his mouth.

Crunchy, oily, and refreshing.

Mo Muwen and Yuan Zhuo paused at the same time.

Then Yuan Zhuo looked at Mo Muwen with a hateful expression.

Mo Muwen also felt inexplicably—is he really too timid?Even the emperor dared to eat whatever he wanted!

What is he afraid of!

The leader of the dark guard who was following in the dark frowned deeply.

Just made it last night and have fried things like this again today?

He sighed in his heart, he didn't know how to cherish his body too much.

It's better to find a day as soon as possible, and get through the second line of Ren and Du for this person early.

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: mizuki*1 (jiujiu~);

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Wang Wang Wang Zai, Ye Jinjin Jinjin Jinjin, Jiu Jue Yao, and Li Tuo 1;

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: mizuki*1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Wang Wang Wang Zai, Ye Jinjin Jinjin Jinjin, Jiu Jue Yao, and Li Tuo 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：旺旺旺旺仔47瓶；(^_^)～、黎瑟、crush`30瓶；玖珝魍魉28瓶；寄人间15瓶；周震南的小星星、鲤柃、取名废10瓶；一只小虾8瓶；今天作业写完了吗、逍遥6瓶；暗扬爱洋洋5瓶；懜、259482123瓶；墨大总攻、yy_yy、沉迷修仙2瓶；淡写╮青春、枯槭、碃妤、黎明烈炎1瓶；

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