The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Wenyao had a dream, dreaming that on the high hall, the empress was sitting in front of the case, and a row of government servants beat the killing sticks and shouted loudly: "Wei-wu-"

"Hey!" The official sitting on the small table next to him shouted at him, "Bold Chen Wenyao, how dare you look directly at the Holy Majesty!" He arched his hands in the direction of the empress, and then looked at him, frowning coldly, "Do you know yourself? What crime did you commit?"

He thought for a long time and shook his head.

"Criminal Chen Wenyao, who neglected his duty, deceived the emperor in Yurou Township, and was impeached by the Ministry of Officials, cited a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one crimes. According to my Daxin law, he should be sentenced to death." He pulled out a bamboo slip, Throw it to the ground.

Immediately, several yamen servants came up and dragged him back to the vegetable market.

"My minister is wronged——Your Majesty! My minister is wronged——"

The empress didn't move, she just looked at him coldly.

He was dragged to the entrance of the vegetable market, and a group of people pointed around him. Someone threw a vegetable leaf at him, and the people threw garbage at him one after another. face.

He knelt on the ground and saw a person in the crowd looking at him coldly, that was Chen Wenhao, the original owner's younger brother.

The executioner sprayed a sip of wine on his knife, and at the order of the supervisor, he yelled, raised the big knife, and the whistling wind of the knife blew on his neck.

He closed his eyes in fright.

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"My lord! My lord, wake up!" Chen Wenyao opened his eyes abruptly, feeling as if he had jumped off a cliff, and the feeling of fear sprang up like mushrooms after rain, and his back was already wet.

"My lord, are you... having a nightmare?" Xiaoqing looked at Chen Wenyao's sweaty head in surprise.

Chen Wenyao nodded weakly, got up from the bed, and knelt down towards the Empress: "I don't know that His Majesty is coming today, and I am far away from welcoming you. Please forgive me."

The servant girl next to her hurriedly knelt down, not daring to take a breath.

"Is the prime minister's condition better?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, it's much better."

The empress glanced around, moved her lotus steps lightly, and sat on the soft couch where Chen Wenyao was lying before, her phoenix eyes rolled: "The prime minister really enjoyed it, I was so busy in the palace that I didn't even have time to eat lunch, the prime minister fell down on the bed The soft jade here is delicious and delicious.”

Chen Wenyao yelled in his heart that it's bad luck, this empress is really hard to serve, but he said: "Your Majesty, forgive me..."

The empress snorted coldly: "All the idlers go out!"

The maids hurriedly retreated after hearing the words.

It wasn't until there were only two of them left in the room that the empress said, "You're tired from kneeling, get up first." After a pause, "Now that you've recovered from your illness, come back to court, I need you."

Chen Wenyao quickly responded.

After the empress left, Chen Wenyao asked his servants to prepare a bucket of water. After taking a bath and changing clothes, he asked in his mind: "9527, was the nightmare I had earlier caused by you?"

9527 flapped its ears, and said indifferently, "Didn't you say that you are afraid of death? I am going to let you experience it first." It circled around Chen Wenyao, and its blue data eyes suddenly turned red, excited Authentic, "I read a book before, which tells about various fancy ways of dying, do you want to try it?"

Chen Wenyao rolled his eyes and ignored him.

The author has something to say: I thought about it and changed this chapter, so I won’t change it today.