Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

During breakfast time, Wan Qichen stared at the breakfast on the table and ate leisurely.

Mu Yu didn't want to pay attention to Wan Qichen, so she nestled in Xiao Guizi's arms and turned her back to Wan Qichen.

Xiao Guizi didn't know why the little fox came back, but she heard that the Imperial Master asked someone to say something, asking His Majesty to forgive the little fox's rudeness.

Being rude has nothing to do with Xiao Guizi, because he really hopes that the little fox will come back.

He liked the little fox very much and felt that the little fox was easier to take care of than Wan Qichen.

The little fox will not kill people at every turn.

But from the look of the little fox, it seemed that he had gotten into trouble with His Majesty, and His Majesty was even scratched by the little fox.

Xiao Guizi fed Mu Yu meat. Although Mu Yu was still angry, she had to eat meat.

He was so angry that he wanted to eat Qian Wan Qichen, so Mu Yu ate meat even harder.

Wan Qichen glanced at the little fox who was eating loudly, and his eyes signaled Xiao Guizi to bring the little fox over.

Xiao Guizi understood and had no choice but to pick up the little fox and hand it to Wan Qichen.

Wan Qichen reached out to support the little fox. The little fox struggled and wanted to jump away, but Wan Qichen didn't give him a chance.

Wan Qichen put the little fox on his lap, held the little fox down with one hand, and held the meat to the little fox's mouth with the other.

The little fox stared at Wan Qichen and stubbornly turned his head.

Wan Qichen's eyes darkened a bit.

Xiao Guizi didn't dare to speak and lowered her head.

The little fox glanced at Wan Qichen, saw him staring at her with a sinister look, and ate the meat in compromise.

Wan Qichen curled his lips and smiled, then touched the little fox's chin.

"The person you have to please is me, otherwise there will be no meat to eat."

"嘤嘤!"

The little fox responded viciously and nestled cowardly on Wan Qichen's lap, letting Wan Qichen ravage him.

Wan Qichen thought the little fox looked funny, but let him go after breakfast.

The little fox grunted and ran away, rolled on the carpet, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Now the little fox doesn't even pay attention to Xiao Guizi, and Xiao Guizi is a little confused.

But there was nothing we could do. The little fox had a fight with His Majesty, and he was the one who suffered.

It snowed heavily last night, so Wan Qichen didn't have to go to the morning court today, so now he is in the Hall of Eternal Life approving the memorial.

However, Wan Qichen, who was reviewing the memorial, felt a little bored. He glanced at the sleeping little fox not far away and put down the memorial in his hand.

The little fox was sleeping soundly, but suddenly he felt a cold gaze staring at him, and his little body trembled.

Wan Qichen knelt down, picked up the little fox, and looked left and right.

"You're living so comfortably." Wan Qichen said coldly, shaking the little fox.

Mu Yu was shaken awake, with full resentment in her eyes. She didn't understand why Wan Qichen was going crazy again.

If it weren't for Wan Qichen's spiritual energy, he wouldn't have come back. When he came back, this guy would punish him, which was annoying to death.

"Mu Yu, your name looks like a person." Wan Qichen smiled.

Mu Yu stared at Wan Qichen. Yesterday he wrote a letter and asked the boy to send it to Wan Qichen.

So Wan Qichen knew his name, but when he was the national master, no one knew his name and they all called him the national master.

The main reason is that he doesn't want Wan Qichen to yell every time, which is annoying, otherwise he wouldn't tell Wan Qichen his name.

Now Wan Qichen mentioned his name again, which made him even more irritated.

The tyrant who disturbs people's dreams.

"Ah ugh!"

Wan Qichen met the little fox's resentful gaze and said, "It's not good for you to look at me like this. After all, you are the fox of the Imperial Preceptor, and the person I hate the most is the Imperial Preceptor."

Mu Yu didn't understand why he hated her, but her life was in Wan Qichen's hands, so she had to compromise.

Because Wan Qichen would really kill him, what happened this morning left him with lingering fears.

"嘤嘤~" The little fox shouted coquettishly at Wan Qichen and blinked his moist eyes.

"Are you like this in front of the Imperial Master? Does that old man like you too?" Wan Qichen took the little fox to sit on the couch.

Mu Yu is really going to be angry. When did he become an old man? Ahhh, the fox is so angry!

The little fox angrily stepped on Wan Qichen's leg, but Wan Qichen didn't know why.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister wishes to see you." The older eunuch came from outside and bowed to report.

"Let him in." Wan Qichen put down the little fox and sat upright.

The little fox stepped on Wan Qichen's legs and jumped twice, trying to get into Wan Qichen's collar, but Wan Qichen grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him back onto his legs.

"Sexy fox."

"Hey~"

Mu Yu was very dissatisfied with Wan Qichen saying that he just wanted to get in and stick to her, and he didn't know how to do anything.

And even though the charcoal basin was lit in the palace, he was still very cold, and Wan Qichen's arms were warm.

Wan Qichen glanced at the little fox and said, "You can only sleep on my lap, or I will throw you out."

Mu Yu was unconvinced, but there was nothing he could do. He was just a little fox now, and the little fox couldn't do anything.

An old man who looked to be over sixty years old, wearing a bright red official uniform, with piercing eyes and a Confucian style, with a scholarly air about him, saluted Wan Qichen with a smile.

"Hail, Your Majesty."

"Prime Minister Bai, please get up and give me a seat." Wan Qichen glanced at Prime Minister Bai.

Prime Minister Bai Hongwen is considered a veteran of the three dynasties and the most deeply rooted royalist.

Their family was loyal to the emperor and the country, but in the end the whole family was beheaded.

In the storybook, the woman Wan Qichen likes is Bai Rongxue, Bai Hongwen's granddaughter.

Mu Yu raised his head and looked at Bai Hongwen. Bai Hongwen also noticed the little fox, but he didn't ask.

Bai Hongwen talked to Wan Qichen about the war in the southeast, but Mu Yu couldn't understand. He only knew fortune-telling and didn't understand military affairs.

The little fox blinked and looked up at Wan Qichen, then quietly stretched out his paws to explore Wan Qichen's chest.

Wan Qichen took the little fox's paw, squeezed it in his hand, and talked to Bai Hongwen as usual.

Mu Yu wanted to withdraw his claws, but Wan Qichen suddenly squeezed them tightly, and it hurt him a little.

The little fox struggled desperately, but Wan Qichen curled his lips and smiled.

"Prime Minister Bai feels that the war in the west and southeast is serious. Who should he send?" Wan Qichen raised his eyes and looked at Bai Hongwen.

Bai Hongwen felt that Wan Qichen was in a good mood today, although there was no smile on Wan Qichen's face.

"I believe that the grandson of Xiao Chi, Marquis of Yangcheng, is the most suitable. The Beidi army he led with 20,000 troops a year ago was defeated steadily, and he was named a powerful general by your majesty. He has not returned to the court yet, but he can go to support the southeastern war."

After Bai Hongwen finished speaking, he lowered his head and waited for Wan Qichen's answer.

Wan Qichen glanced at the little fox biting the back of his hand and smiled, "Okay, does Prime Minister Bai have anything else to do?"

"I...I have nothing to do. I will leave first." Although Bai Hongwen couldn't see Wan Qichen's face, he felt that Wan Qichen's tone was a bit cold.

To be on the safe side, it would be better for him to leave first.

After Bai Hongwen left, Wan Qichen let go of the little fox's paw.

"Sexy fox."

Mu Yu, who was called a lustful fox again, gave up and jumped off Wan Qichen's lap. As a result, the entire fox fell to the ground due to the pain in her front paws.