Your Majesty, please think twice [Transmigration Book]

After pretending to have a one-night stand, you always have to get up and face the bleak life.

Even if it's Chinese New Year, the emperor who couldn't skip work had to wake up miserably early. He asked to be rough yesterday, but the end result is that today is more painful than before.

Lou Zhao originally wanted to find an excuse such as being unwell or something, but living in a world of conspiracy theories, someone must know that he came to Song Changxi's place at night, and he didn't go out all night. If he came out from here, he would be unwell Well, I don't know what anyone thinks.

But he can't go to the morning court like this, not to mention the way he walks...wait...he doesn't have to walk.

Lou Zhao was awakened by Fulin knocking on the door earlier than before. Fulin probably knew what was going on inside, and sighed that the proton of the Song Dynasty had also fallen under their majesty, but he couldn't delay the early court. Personal identities are more sensitive, and if it gets out, this matter can be big or small, so Fulin thought about it and decided to call His Majesty earlier.

Lou Zhao was woken up by the knocking on the door, Song Changxi could not have heard the movement, in fact, Song Changxi had already felt it since Fulin approached the door.

Eyes on each other, relatively speechless.

Lou Zhao was dizzy yesterday and didn't think about what to say. He looked at Song Changxi's ice-like face, with a soft hesitation on his face, and suddenly returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

Needless to say, the human brain is extremely powerful.

"Your Majesty... don't you plan to deal with it?"

Watching Lou Zhao stand up from the bed, step over his body, and see everything below, the messy place has not been dealt with because of a night of upheaval, his things are flowing out of the red and swollen place, Shunyi's thigh As the flow flowed down, Song Changxi's throat choked, and the thing that would have been excited in the morning was even more uncomfortable now.

No need for Song Changxi to say, Lou Zhao knows how bad he looks now, but there is no place to take a bath in this room, it will be too late to go out, and he can't keep that thing in his body for too long, Lou Zhao knows common sense anyway , That will make you sick, so you can only deal with it hastily.

"Turn around."

Lou Zhao was not at all shy about sleeping with someone he didn't know very well. For the real villain, this was indeed the first time.

Lou Zhao's attitude was not very good, his tone was commanding, and Song Changxi's expression didn't change at all, including the question just now, his face was indifferent, as if such a thing had happened, and he didn't know to change his facial expression.

Song Changxi turned his head inward, but his ears were listening to Lou Zhao's movements.

Lou Zhao carefully put his fingers into the places he had used too much, and the white turbidity came out. He took Song Changxi's clothes and wiped them. Those things buried in the sun cannot be removed, and they must be washed. Lou Zhao Hastily wiped it, threw down Song Changxi's clothes, put on the bed the well-preserved clothes that had not been torn by himself yesterday, walked to the door, and took the morning formal clothes prepared by Fulin.

Fulin looked at the marks on His Majesty's slightly exposed chest, and couldn't help but be speechless. It seems that His Majesty had a very intense night last night.

"Does Your Majesty need some medicine?"

Song Changxi looked at Lou Zhao who closed the door and walked in a strange and awkward posture. For some reason, he wanted to laugh in his heart. It must have been tormenting him badly yesterday.

Lou Zhao's current appearance is like a weakling who walks with his butt between his legs, a feeling of bewilderment and awkwardness and wanting to laugh.

"What do you think?"

Lou Zhao was in a good mood at first, but because of this strong and subtle feeling of tearing pain every step of the way, it made him very unhappy.

Song Changxi's eyes were on the messy clothes he was wearing, and then he gave a few strands of his crumpled clothes with some kind of liquid, and got up to get the ointment in the box.

Lou Zhao took the ointment, although it wasn't specially designed to treat that kind of injury, it was just enough to make do with it.

Lou Zhao resisted the feeling that something was wrong. After putting on the formal clothes, he endured the feeling. Song Changxi's medicine was still very high-end.

Fulin waited outside the door, Lou Zhao sat on the dragon and drove away without looking back, vividly interpreting the image of a ruthless scum, even though he was the one who was slept.

Song Changxi looked at his leaving figure and his still warm quilt, his expression fluctuated a bit.

Song Changxi sat down on the dragon chair, the cold and hard feeling of the dragon chair was not good at all, and again, Di Wangshou was really not a human being.

Song Changxi asked Fulin to let in the group of ministers of different ages who were going to babble in front of him later, and prepared to welcome some messy things.

There is always a lot to do at the start of a new year.

First, he rambled about the plan for the new year, and then Lou Zhao was very leadership and criticized others, and when he criticized some ministers, he gave a big sweet date to encourage everyone to work hard , to contribute to the prosperity of Lou Dynasty, and then hit a little thoughtful, and finally talked about Lou Zhao's birthday in January.

One month later, Lou Zhao's 25th birthday, although it is not a whole number, but the emperor's birthday is always solemn, and what is more solemn is the envoys from other countries who will come that day.

Lou Zhao told Yan San's subordinates before that if Yan San could show up on this birthday, then Lou Zhao would consider helping him, interfering in other countries' internal affairs, and helping Yan San ascend the throne.

The plot or something has already been let go, and anyway, it is so broken that I can't bear to look at it directly. The protagonist of this article, Shou Baizhong, is still growing mushrooms in the prince's mansion. Just ignore the plot, anyway, Yan San and Bai Chong also met once, although the time and place are not right.

Fulin yelled to retreat, and Lou Zhao watched the ministers leave with a serious look.

Lou Yan looked back at Lou Zhao who was still sitting on the dragon chair, and his mind was complicated, whether he should attack Brother Huang, but he knew it was impossible, so he decided not to try to hit the south wall.

Lou Yan pinched his palm, he didn't have any wishes to fulfill, why did he have to hear this voice.

It has to be said that as Lou Zhao's younger brother, Lou Yan's feelings are still very sensitive. The original owner's character is that he would not get along with him, especially Lou Zhao.

Bai Chong was really bored and moldy in the prince's mansion. After being knocked out and thrown back last time, Bai Chong didn't bother himself any more. He sat on the chair in the yard with a youthful and bright expression every day Looking sadly at the sky at a 45-degree angle, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he seemed to know that he had gotten into something big.

On the first day of the new year, Bai Chong finally saw a living person other than the palace. That person was sitting on a branch of a tree, with the hem of his dark blue clothes fluttering in the wind.