[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Some corrupt officials were uncovered by Weifu private interviews, and Bo Yicheng dismissed them one by one. Jiang Wuyuan served as the background board, and no one recognized what he looked like even though he was wearing a mask.

On the way back, he bought a carriage and went to pick up Su Yangqing.

Su Yangqing was still thinking about how to get in touch with Bo Yicheng, but the handsome young man who was in the same carriage with him had a cold and needed a carriage by himself.

A good opportunity given by God.

Jiang Wuyuan was walking alone in the carriage behind, lying down, with the cakes, fruit and tea ordered by Bo Yicheng placed beside him, it was heaven.

Now he began to think again, why bother, he insisted on making a fuss like this, wouldn't it be good to have a rest, the world is so good, he would still struggle to come here once.

It's just that this kind of thinking was quickly suppressed. He came for a mission, not a vacation. He sat up and straightened his clothes, and followed the people in the carriage in front, and got out of the carriage as well.

It has been raining for the past few days, and the humid air seems to exude a rotten atmosphere at any time. Jiang Wuyuan has always disliked rainy days. He feels that the human world should not be the same as his Lianniang land.

When he got out of the car, someone came to hold an umbrella for him, and within a few steps, the umbrella was replaced by Bo Yicheng, who carefully protected Jiang Wuchen from getting a drop of rain, but he himself got half wet.

"It's okay, I've practiced martial arts since I was a child, so I won't get cold." Bo Yicheng touched Jiang Wuren's hand: "But sir, the hand is so cold, the wind and cold haven't healed yet?"

Jiang Wuyuan shook his head, and thanked the emperor who had become a drowned chicken without salt or indifference. :

"The minister himself is afraid of the cold, so he wears thick clothes."

Several people stayed in a certain inn, and Su Yangqing knocked on Jiang Wuyuan's door in the middle of the night.Jiang Wuyuan was still surprised when he opened the door, thinking that if he knocked on the door, he should also knock on Bo Yicheng.

"I know you." Su Yangqing stared into his eyes as if trying to find out his details, "You were the one who came to my room that day."

With a smile on his face, Jiang Wuyu remained motionless: "I don't quite understand what the girl is talking about."

"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes became sharper in disbelief.

"The next one is the Prime Minister of the court, Jiang Wuyuan." The words were light and light, without any clues.

"Whoever you are, don't get in my way."

Jiang Wuyuan thought that his harsh words were just like a child's play, he reminded Su Yangqing out of kindness behind Su Yangqing.

"Su Yangqing, you are too murderous." Before she could turn around, she closed the door first.

It's nothing to do with hanging up high.

Having said that, if Bo Yicheng finds out about her, the game will be much less interesting.

Su Yangqing didn't show up when he was in Xiangguo's mansion, and his name didn't spread, so when he wanted to change his name, he found that no one seemed to know her at all.

Su Yangqing didn't know that it was Jiang Wuyuan's credit, it would be more convenient to erase some people's memory about Su Yangqing, at least he didn't have to remember another person's name, it would be much more convenient.

Bo Yicheng only explained to Su Yangqing that he was the emperor when he arrived at the palace, and so on.

Although Su Yang knew about it early on, and Jiang Wuyuan had never concealed her identity before, she still pretended not to know that. The surprised expression combined with her movements perfectly fooled her.

Bo Yicheng has been looking for a music official, in fact, because when he seized the throne, he accidentally killed the previous one, and not long after, the little country Lingyuan who had presented the national treasure before will send the prince to congratulate him. Yuan Guo has already voted for Funing, Yaotian's enemy country, and this time he came here out of his own will or was instigated by Funing.

In short, the enemy should not be underestimated, everything must be prepared properly, and they should not be given the opportunity to pick mistakes.

Although Su Yangqing was not arranged to enter the harem, the Yue Palace was also in the imperial city, and whenever a new song and dance was arranged, he would be the first to show it to the emperor, so there was still a great chance of getting in touch.

One day, Bo Yicheng was there as usual reviewing memorials, but his eyes unnaturally glanced at Jiang Wuyuan who was playing chess with him.

On both sides of Jiang Wuyuan are black and white, with a calm appearance forming a world of its own.

Bo Yicheng took out a hairpin from his bosom, feeling very finished in his heart.

This was before he came back. He caught Su Yangqing taking a bath and hooked it on his clothes when he hurriedly left. He couldn't go to the school to return it in person, and when the female official came, he didn't have a chance to be alone, so he kept it by his side. It's not a matter after all, let alone Mr. is still here.

Sensing Bo Yicheng's embarrassment, Jiang Wuyuan raised his head: "Your Majesty is worried about the severe drought in the south? Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have already sent someone to handle the disaster victims properly."

"No, it's not..." Bo Yicheng was not easy to open his mouth, but finally he held up the hairpin to show him as if he had a sock in his mouth, and said indistinctly: "When I didn't return to the palace a while ago, I... um... this hairpin belongs to Su Yangqing."

"Your Majesty likes her." The smile on Jiang Wuyuan's face disappeared: "Su Yang was born in Qinghualou, not the background of being a queen." Then he sighed, "But if Your Majesty really likes her, I can accept her as a righteous sister. Xiangguo's younger sister is a queen, which is a good story, and it is more than enough to stop the mouths of those ministers."

Bo Yicheng was dumbfounded.

He didn't say anything yet, why did this person think about the follow-up treatment?But he thinks so much about himself...

Bo Yicheng was a little moved, he walked up to Jiang Wuyuan, and rubbed his cold hand in his palm: "I know that Mr. will always consider everything for me, but I really don't mean that, I don't like Su Yangqing, she She's just a music official, not as good-looking as her husband, and as talented as her husband, I won't make her my queen."

After the little cub took his hand for the first time and he didn't resist, he would touch it from time to time, as if he was addicted.

"A country cannot live without a queen," Jiang Wuyuan pulled out his hand and turned his head away, "Your Majesty still needs to think about it, whether it is Su Yangqing or any other woman, as long as His Majesty likes it, even if there is nothing good about it." Regardless of background, I will try my best to help His Majesty so that other people will not have trouble."

"Sir, are you telling the truth?" Bo Yicheng tentatively asked, "Then if I marry Mr. as queen, will Mr. also help me calm down the minister?"

Jiang Wuyuan was taken aback for a moment, but after a while he realized, his face turned cold: "Your Majesty, this must not be the case."

Bo Yicheng's eyes darkened for a moment, then he said with a smile that he was joking, and told Jiang Wuyuan not to take it to heart.He threw the hairpin to the eunuch, saying that he would let the eunuch handle it himself.

After this incident, Jiang Wuchen never saw Bo Yicheng again. Usually, the latter would criticize the memorials while the former would drink tea and play chess, or make suggestions, so now he won't go either.

Although Bo Yicheng once knocked on his door, they were all stopped by the guards outside the door. These guards only listened to Jiang Wuyuan alone, not even the emperor. The emperor knew that he was angry, so he didn't pursue the guards for disrespect. Gone in disgrace.

Meet again, it is the prince of Lingyuan Kingdom.

The palace was full of singing and dancing, and all civil and military officials were dressed very formally. They didn't show any intention of looking down on this prince of a small country and putting on airs. Su Yangqing played the piano wonderfully in the middle.

From the moment the prince took his seat, he was only interested in drinking, watching dances and listening to music, and he didn't seem to want to discuss state affairs at all.Jiang Wuyuan, who was at the top of the next seat, lowered his eyes, and felt that the melodious voice in his ears was very similar to that of Hua Zhoudu back then, so he found an excuse to go out to breathe.

"How did Xiangguo get here?"

Jiang Wuyuan sat in the promenade by the pond, holding a pack of fish food in his hand, twisted some and sprinkled it in the pond, his slender white fingers looked like fine jade under the sun.

Even though he was wearing a mask, he could still see that the person's figure was aloof.

When Jiang Wuyuan heard someone calling him, he turned his head, his pupils were as pale as glass under the light, put down the fish food and got up to salute:

"Prince."