MTL - Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

In the royal study.

Only the emperor, after Li Gonggong entered the door, he did not lift his head. "Who is looking for outside?"

Li Gonggong came over and whispered, "Return to the emperor, it is a goddess."

The emperor paused, and the twilight was dark and unclear. "What is she doing?" The hand holding the pen, unconsciously grasped.

Li Gonggong saw that he knew that the emperor was a pet, and he couldn’t bear it. "The goddess went to the imperial kitchen in person, and made a pot of soup for the emperor. Can the emperor see the empress?"

The Son of Heaven is soft, but I can think of having a pregnancy. The look in the scorpion fades. "No, you let her go back. If you tell the people in the imperial kitchen, if you let Shen Shen cook, they don't have to be in the palace. Stayed."

When Li Gonggong heard it, he sighed in his heart. The emperor clearly felt that it hurt into the bones. This time it hurts the heart, and he is reluctant to sneak a bit. Even when she cooks, she is worried that she is hurt, tired, and bitter.

"Yes, the emperor."

After the man turned around, the emperor said with a deep voice, "Bring the soup in."

Shen Mubai never imagined that the other party did not want to see her, and could not help but suffer.

"Indulge in the empress, the emperor still has your own heart, but this is a bit too much for the girl." Li Gonggong sighed, "the goddess, the family stayed with the emperor for a few years, never seen the emperor so alone." ”

Then turned and left.

The palace girl saw the look on her face and couldn’t help but worry, "Anniling?"

Shen Mubai was somewhat lost, but after he went back, he thought about it and decided to give it back to the emperor.

So I thought about the whole day and I was happy with the emperor.

It’s just that the emperor still didn’t see her.

Shen Mubai was somewhat disappointed, but when he thought about what he was doing, the other person’s anger was normal, and he was not angry.

She didn't want to be sick, but now there is no way.

I have to make a decision.

Shen Mubai was quite saddened. If she was sick, the emperor would not come, fearing that she would really die for her, maybe.

Therefore, the more I think, the more I feel sad, and I have already staged a series of cold dramas in my mind.

"Anniling! Niangniang!" The palace lady hurriedly ran over. "The emperor is here."

When Shen Mubai listened, his heart was very happy, and immediately lay down on the bed, and the weak one was sick.

The door of the temple was opened and the figure of the Son of Heaven appeared.

He couldn’t see any emotions and walked over. “How is it now?”

As soon as she heard it, pretending to be confused, she was going to salute, "the emperor..."

The emperor looked at her for a while, sat down, but did not come to hold her hand, "How?"

Shen Mubai swallowed, pitifully said, "Nothing serious, see the emperor, the courtiers are much better." Then cough a few times, cheeky, to hold the other hand, just correct their own attitude, "Is the emperor still angry with the minister?"

The emperor's eyes are heavy and his mood can't hear any emotions, but it gives people an invisible sense of oppression. "What do you think is blame?"

Shen Mubai quickly admits the wrong way, "Chen Chen is wrong, should not deceive the emperor, use the emperor's favor, the court will not dare any more." She whispered, "the emperor, the minister does not want to go to the cold palace."

The emperor didn't talk, just staring at her. For a while, he pulled his hand away. "You said you won't deceive again. Why not?"

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