The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

On the morning of the second day, Chen Wenyao and Prime Minister Chen went to the court for the first time. The surrounding officials were as quiet as cicadas, and they dared not even say some basic greetings. They respectfully walked slowly along the procession entering the palace.

Chen Wenyao couldn't help wondering in his mind: "Why do I feel that the air pressure is a bit low?"

9527 fluttered beside his head and rolled his eyes: "Of course it's because of you!"

"Oh~" Chen Wenyao nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Soon, the empress walked in, she glanced at the hall, paused for a while at Chen Wenyao's position, and passed over calmly.

"If you have something to play, if you have nothing to do, you will leave the court—" the eunuch shouted loudly.

Xu Laoshangqing took two steps forward and said: "Your Majesty, the governor of Beibingzhou sent the master of Shaozhou to present the national year, and he will arrive in the capital in two days. I dare to ask your majesty, who will be there to welcome you?" ?”

The empress pondered for a moment, "Since Beibing surrendered to me, Daxin, she has fulfilled her duties in the past few years, and has contributed to the national year on time every year. It is really not to be neglected!"

Chen Wenyao knew the elegant meaning after hearing the stringed songs, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, as the prime minister of a country, I would like to relieve your majesty's worries."

The female emperor's eyes lit up, and she said happily: "It's very good, the prime minister will treat the envoy well for me."

"The minister obeys the order."

After the court, the prime minister's surroundings were immediately empty, even if he walked sideways, it would not be a problem. Chen Wenyao looked depressedly at the officials who were far away from him. Who knew that those officials would slip faster one by one after catching his sight.

Chen Wenyao: "..."

"Stupid 9, if I remember correctly... I don't eat people, do I?"

As early as two days ago, I have already adapted to this new title and protested madly for 9527, which has not worked for a long time: "..."

"Prime Minister—" A voice suddenly came from Chen Wenyao's shoulder, which startled Chen Wenyao.

The other party smiled embarrassedly when he saw this, "I have some private matters that I would like to discuss with the Prime Minister in private. I wonder if the Prime Minister is free to go to Zuixiang Tower with me next time?"

Chen Wenyao, who was originally in a gloomy mood, was suddenly frightened by this person. Looking back, he was a middle-aged uncle, and then flipped through the memory of the original owner, and learned that the person in front of him was named Zhou Chengcheng, and he was a Grand Scholar. The sour smell of literati made me feel even worse.

"He was one of the letters I handed you some time ago!" 9527 said in a timely manner.

Chen Wenyao immediately understood what the private matter he was talking about was!

Feelings come to instigate oneself to rebel →_→.

Chen Wenyao was disdainful in his heart, and it naturally showed on his face: "Scholar Zhou, please forgive me for being busy with affairs, lack of time, and lack of skills. If you have anything to say, just talk about it here. As the saying goes, there is nothing you can't say to others. You think so too?"

Zhou Chengcheng didn't expect Chen Wenyao to be so rude to him, so he directly rejected him with one sentence, his face turned pale with anger, "You really think so?"

Chen Wenyao nodded, and glanced at him: "It seems that the Grand Scholar is fine, so the truth will go first." After finishing speaking, he brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and left in a hurry.

Only Zhou Chengcheng was left with a blue face.

"Chen! Wen! Yao! Don't be complacent for too long!!!" Zhou Chengcheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Why should Master Zhou be angry with this person?" Behind Zhou Chengcheng, Fu Lu, who was dressed in the costume of the chief executive, put the whisk on his left arm, and looked at Chen Wenyao's leaving back with cool eyelids, "It's just a dying man. It's just people!"