Quick Wear: Game Guide for the Heartthrob Cannon Fodder

Su Miao felt that being the Ninth Prince was too tiring. Wasn't it just a matter of amassing wealth and persecuting loyal officials every day?

Why did he have to work diligently every day and prevent the rebels from killing the emperor and himself who had not yet recovered?

The cannon fodder system said: [Those who are capable should work harder, those who are capable should work harder. ]

It must not be discovered by the host, because the timeline of its entry into the world was wrong.

Originally, the host should have recovered his intelligence immediately after a few struggles, and then he could have directly carried out the cannon fodder mission.

But its timeline was wrong, and the host spent several more years with the male protagonist.

There won't be any problem...

The chubby orange cat was trembling as he held onto his tail tightly.

Su Miao was still angry and did not notice a moon-white figure gradually approaching him.

He didn't notice that when Pei Changjun left, he happened to pass by Xiao Yaoguang.

Su Miao values ​​his life very much. The appearance of refugees is just an excuse for people with ulterior motives to rebel. As long as they use the name of clearing the court of corrupt officials...

His heart tightened and his hand on the flowers exerted force uncontrollably.

I didn't feel any pain, but instead felt a warm hand holding me tightly.

Su Miao was startled. When he came to his senses, he saw a hand with distinct joints overlapping his own. He was unable to hold the flower branch.

Behind him, there was a moon-white shadow overlapping closely. The familiar posture and distance made Su Miao frown immediately.

He realized that Xiao Yaoguang had just arrived. Did he also see him lose his temper and hit someone?

Su Miao pursed her lips and her eyes unconsciously turned away.

[Host, you look very sneaky. 】

"Shut up!"

"release."

Xiao Yaoguang did not move, only the cool and elegant fragrance from his body continued to come, intertwining with the sweet fragrance from Su Miao's body, creating a unique flavor.

Su Miao said sarcastically: "I often hear that gentlemen cherish women, don't you think the Left Prime Minister will not allow me to pick flowers?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Su Miao became even more annoyed.

"But I just like picking flowers. What can the Left Prime Minister do to me?"

Xiao Yaoguang did not refute, but took his hand away and slowly wiped the juice off Su Miao's hand with a handkerchief.

The weird look on Su Miao's face became more obvious. He was so fond of cleanliness, no wonder...

With a sneer in her heart, Su Miao narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. She noticed a man in a green shirt approaching her from the corner of her eye. He took a few steps forward to distance himself from Xiao Yaoguang.

A few doubts appeared on Xiao Yaoguang's handsome face. His elegant figure stood beside the beautiful flowers, surpassing countless other sceneries in the world.

Su Miao suppressed the familiar throbbing in his heart and pulled the corner of his mouth coldly.

"The Left Prime Minister shouldn't be reading history for Your Majesty at this time. Why are you looking for me?"

Xiao Yaoguang was facing the light, which made his face look more three-dimensional and particularly cold and ruthless.

The clear voice brought Su Miao back to his senses. He listened for a while and looked at Xiao Yaoguang with a strange expression.

It turned out that Xiao Yaoguang was reprimanded by the Prince of Qinghe, the Chief of the Imperial Clan, because the emperor's progress was slow.

Huh? Are you here to tell tales?

Su Miao raised one eyebrow, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

Prince Qinghe, the Zongzheng, was the uncle of Emperor Wende and was highly respected among the clan members. He even had the authority to speak to the emperor.

This old minister was eager to see the emperor succeed, and was the most loyal supporter of Wanqi Ke's lineage. Seeing that Wanqi Ke had made no progress, he could not blame the emperor, so of course he had to blame the left prime minister.

No matter how carefully Xiao Yaoguang taught Wanqi Ke how to be a king, it was useless. The royal family members knew that he was a fool and they were just looking for an excuse to show off their power.

Su Miao gave a proud look to Pei Changjun who was standing not far away.

See what I said, I said this is not a good job.

The look in his eyes was as proud as a cat that had found its favorite toy, but Pei Changjun, who was "winking at" by him, remained indifferent.

However, there was no smile on his face that both of them understood, and Su Miao instantly became displeased.

Why are you so angry for no reason? How dare you give me the cold shoulder!

Su Miao pursed her rosy lips tightly. Xiao Yaoguang was fully aware that Su Miao's mind was not on him. The handsome and bright left prime minister paused slightly.

Xiao Yaoguang's bony hand reached over Su Miao and plucked the most beautiful crabapple branch.

His hands were not like those of an ordinary scholar. As he had been learning the six arts of a gentleman since childhood, Xiao Yaoguang's hands had a thin layer of calluses and the blue veins were obvious, making him look more like a military general.

He carefully picked off the thorn and placed it in Su Miao's palm.

Su Miao looked down at the crabapple flowers in his hand, his expression dazed.

"Xiaoguai likes it, so what's wrong with that?"

His voice was soft and Pei Changjun did not hear what Xiao Yaoguang said, but he saw Su Miao's pupils shrink, and then he threw the crabapple blossom on Xiao Yaoguang's face.

The left prime minister, whom he regarded as his political enemy, had the red juice of the crabapple flowers stained on his moon-white clothes, and a few flowers fell on his cold and elegant face, making him look more charming.

He was afraid that Xiao Yaoguang would do something bad to Su Miao, so he stepped forward quickly.

All that could be heard was Su Miao's rapid breathing, and the sweet fragrance coming from his internal organs became even stronger because of his master's anger.

"roll!"

Su Miao threw the branch on the ground and blew softly at Xiao Yaoguang.

The palace servants were silent, wondering what the gentlemanly Left Prime Minister had said to make the Nine Thousand Year Old Man so angry.

Before Pei Changjun could get down to business, a black figure ran over from a distance.

"Miaomiao!"

Wanqi Ke threw his hot body towards Su Miao. He was like a passionate big dog, trying to get into Su Miao's arms.

Wanqi Ke should have been learning martial arts from Lu Jiuzhou just now. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was neatly combed into a high ponytail. The young man ran over with a smile and looked very high-spirited. No one would believe that he was a fool.

Su Miao is always gentle when facing Wanqi Ke, not only because he has given her all his trust and love, but also because Wanqi Ke is the only person he can completely trust.

His voice was soft and his movements were even softer.

Xiao Yaoguang and Pei Changjun bowed their heads to salute the emperor, and could only hear the previously cold Su Miao whispering,

"Your Majesty, please slow down. Don't fall."

Wanqi Ke was grinning. He rubbed Su Miao's shoulder and pouted his lips and said, "Does Miao Miao miss Ke'er?"

Su Miao chuckled: "I am naturally thinking of Your Majesty."

Wanqi Ke was chattering even more happily when he heard Su Miao cough once or twice.

Before some people could even ask anxious questions, a more urgent voice was heard:

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold sleeping here? Quickly call the doctor!"

Pei Changjun narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Jiuzhou who had a concerned expression. Is this man really as the rumors say, addicted to Su Miao and deeply in love with her?

Oh, yes, who can not be addicted to Su Miao, even if they know what a proud and cold-hearted person he is.

But his tenderness was only given to this emperor who knew nothing.

If it was given to someone else, that person would definitely hold on tightly to the few bits of tenderness that Su Miao revealed through her fingers and would never let go until death.