Quick Wear: Game Guide for the Heartthrob Cannon Fodder

The weather in spring is strange, and the Grand Tutor and the Grand Guardian are often rewarded by His Majesty to stay overnight in the palace.

Although many people think that this is an excuse for the Nine Thousand Year Old Man to keep the general.

Su Miao was in poor health, and the Imperial Hospital repeatedly urged him to get more sun exposure during the spring.

Although he was too lazy to move, in order to live a little longer, he would occasionally come to the Imperial Garden to sunbathe his moldy body.

But after Wanqi Ke had concubines, he was no longer so unscrupulous. By then, he should have been torn into pieces by him...

Su Miao was lost in thought and soon fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, he was still thinking, I always feel like I have nothing to do today, so I should just go to sleep...

The apricot blossoms are sparse, and the willows are swaying in the clear sky.

The Jinwu Guards couldn't help but sigh that even the important officials of Dazhao had to wait for the Ninth Thousand Year Old to wake up.

Pei Changjun stopped not far away, and in his eyes the only thing left was Su Miao who was taking a nap.

Even in spring, he wrapped himself tightly, with a hand as smooth as jade falling under his fox fur.

There were a few slightly messy strands of hair on the lazy sick beauty's face, as delicate and beautiful as a crabapple tree shedding dewdrops. Half of her long hair fell to the ground and was stained with peach petals.

At this moment, Su Miao looked more like a young master from a wealthy family rather than the notorious Ninth Thousand Year Old.

Su Miao also frowned when he was asleep. He really looked pitiful. As long as he frowned, no matter how bad something was, it seemed like it was always someone else's fault and he was never wrong.

Pei Changjun's amorous fox eyes were seduced by the peaceful scene before his eyes, and he involuntarily stepped forward to shield him from the scorching afternoon sun.

Su Miao lifted her thick eyelashes as if she sensed something, and a familiar blue shirt appeared in front of her.

He said in a daze:

"Saburo?"

Pei Changjun, with a gentle smile on his face, froze.

Sanlang, who is Sanlang?

Su Miao became a little more sober. It turned out that Pei Changjun was wearing a green shirt today for some reason.

"Why are you here?" He rubbed his head unhappily.

Pei Changjun smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, and there was a hint of storm.

"Then who do you think you are?"

Su Miao's movements paused for a moment, and then his brows frowned even deeper.

Are you blaming me? Pei Changjun, you are so brave!

Before Su Miao could finish his angry words, Xiao Duzi stepped forward and said:

"My Lord, Prime Minister Zuo has been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Miao subconsciously looked in that direction. Xiao Yaoguang was standing not far away. Even though it was a warm spring day, Xiao Yaoguang was still as cold and distant as ice and snow.

This is the look that Su Miao hates the most.

He turned his head and said coldly: "Let him wait."

Seeing that Jiu Qian Sui's temper began to change again, Xiao Duzi did not dare to say anything. He bowed and left.

Su Miao noticed that there was some sweat on Pei Changjun's forehead, presumably because he had been waiting for a while.

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, he leaned lazily on the couch, the fox fur coat slipped down his legs, the thin spring shirt underneath outlined his curves, and his waist was suddenly concave, so thin that it seemed like one hand could grasp it.

Pei Changjun slowly lowered his eyes. A too scorching gaze would make Su Miao unhappy. He didn't like others looking at his body.

"What's the matter? Why did you come directly here to see me?"

Su Miao was not in a good mood. They usually met in private. Who knew what Pei Changjun was crazy about today, wearing a blue shirt that was completely inconsistent with his usual aesthetic taste, and came to meet him in public.

If it wasn't something serious, he would never let Pei Changjun go.

Su Miao didn't realize that he always showed his true temper to Pei Changjun. He would scold him when he wanted to and turn against him when he wanted to.

Pei Changjun naturally behaved well when there were outsiders around. He took a step back and lowered his head to report the disaster relief task that Su Miao had assigned to him.

Su Miao frowned and straightened up, and his hand that was pinching grapes stopped.

"Refugees? Why didn't the Royal Guards know about the refugees in Yuzhou?"

Su Miao's pale face was full of gloom.

When Commander Chen He was summoned, alarm bells rang in his heart. Sure enough, as soon as he saw Jiu Qiansui, who was covering his head and face, he was thrown a plate of grapes.

The sinister voice of the Nine Thousand Years Old sounded from above his head.

"Chen He, do you still want to live?"

"Why didn't the Jinyiwei know that someone in Yuzhou had died? Are the Jinyiwei in Yuzhou dead?"

Chen He knelt down in shock. He knew that begging for mercy was useless at this time. Being useless under the Nine Thousand Year Old Man was a capital crime.

He broke out in a sweat and managed to calm himself down before saying, "I have made a mistake in my duty and will only die. I beg Your Highness to spare my life and go to Yuzhou in person to investigate."

Su Miao sneered, and his cold eyes swept across Chen He without any emotion.

He looked away only when Chen He was almost about to fall down on his hands and knees.

"If I didn't ask you to go to Yuzhou to investigate in person, do you think you would have the chance to speak in front of me?"

Chen He was sweating profusely, he knew that this matter would not be small, there would definitely be rivers of blood, the officials of Yuzhou and the Jinyiwei... could only wish him good luck.

When there were signs of a snowstorm, he distributed relief food and money, and at the same time exempted people from corvée labor by allowing them to patrol, shovel snow, and deal with collapsed houses.

All these things are because we are worried that snowstorms and floods will occur at the same time, but there are still refugees.

It is true that the Jinyiwei had failed to supervise the situation, but what is even more worrying is that the local Jinyiwei had long been in collusion with officials, which led to the appearance of refugees, and he was completely unaware of it.

Thinking of this, he angrily threw the teacup at Chen He's head. Chen He endured the wrath from the Nine Thousand Year Old Man without dodging or evading, and a stream of bright red blood slowly slid down his head.

Pei Changjun said in a gentle voice: "The Pei family has a manor in Yuzhou, and they are deeply rooted in the local area, so they knew about it immediately. It is not easy for the Jinyiwei to infiltrate the local officials."

Su Miao looked at this man with a sneer. He was really good at planning and even tried to curry favor in front of his subordinates. Why did he still want to touch his power?

Chen He also kept shouting in his heart: The Right Minister really hates these lackeys of his. Doesn't what he said make the Ninth Thousand Year Old Man think that they are incompetent and cannot compare to the secret guards of the wealthy families?

Pei Changjun, who was showing off his strength to Su Miao and trying to win some favor from Su Miao's close subordinates and understand Su Miao's mood, said:

You guys in the East Factory have such weird train of thought!

After a while, Su Miao spoke again.

"Go down."

Chen He felt like he had been pardoned. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and didn't even dare to cover his head.

Pei Changjun left with him, with a gentle but not flattering attitude, worthy of being the right prime minister praised by everyone in the court and the country.

"Nine thousand years old is just angry for a moment, it's okay for the commander to bandage it. The Pei family has a pill that is most effective for this injury. Will it be sent to the commander's house later?"

Chen He instantly became alert. Did this important official want to make him not be trusted by the Nine Thousand Year Old Man, so as to divide the Nine Thousand Year Old Man's power?

So many tricks!

He thanked Pei Changjun for his kindness but did not accept it. He said goodbye in a cold voice and left.

Pei Changjun was left alone, shaking his head in surprise. Both the master and his subordinates had bad tempers.

In his heart, there was nothing unlovable about Su Miao, even though he had a bit of a spoiled temper, but he firmly believed that one day he would warm him up.

only…

Pei Changjun stood still, a black vortex in his eyes.

Saburo, who is that?