Chapter 12: If you cure it, you will be rich and honored in this life 7
"Find some clean clothes for Miss Lin Youyou and his friends. I'll pack up two empty rooms for her in Yu Palace and give them to them. From now on, you'll be here directly. Give her whatever she wants."
"Yes, I obey the order." Manager Li bowed his head and thanked him. He was relieved that he no longer had to serve the angry lion. Although he was a little unwilling to be assigned to this little guy, at least he was still alive. If it really happened, he would be treated by the Queen Mother.
If he is cured of his illness, then he can be regarded as a great hero. Maybe he will receive the reward as soon as the emperor is happy. Even if he is not cured and he shirks it, it will be nothing to him. After all, it is a good deal for him, and he is mentally disturbed when he thinks of this.
Balanced. "Congratulations to Your Majesty."
"I respectfully send you off to your Majesty." The captain of the guard knelt on the ground and respectfully sent Master Long Live out of the Yu Palace. After the Emperor walked out of the door of the Yu Palace, he got up leisurely from the ground.
The emperor walked out of the Yu Palace. When the guards saw the emperor coming out, they all knelt down respectfully. "Send me off to the emperor."
The soft golden sunshine shone lazily on his bright yellow dragon suit. The mature Junyan could not hide the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the sadness in his eyes. "Mother, you said that weird little beggar can be cured
Are you sick?" His low words were full of hope and fear.
The emperor was talking to himself, and the guards all stared intently as if they didn't hear. The emperor was always famous for his filial piety. Except for the queen mother who could affect the emperor's expression, they had never seen the emperor change his cold expression for anyone.
Even when his concubine died in childbirth, the emperor didn't even blink. He still reviewed the memorial and simply said "a generous burial" and no other words.
"The prince is lucky."
"Well, everyone, get up! What are you people looking for in such a panic?" Nangong Jin was wearing pure silver fine silk, with snow-white piping embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and suet hair on his head.
The hairpins complement each other.
Cleverly highlighting the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous noble man, his smile is quite a bit frivolous of a romantic young man. His chin is slightly raised, and between his apricot-shaped eyes, there is a bright star of destruction. He is wearing a light yellow blouse, with the inner part of the robe exposed.
Silver wisps of empty hibiscus flowers border the waist, and a jade belt is tied around the waist.
"Minion... what are you looking for?" The prince's words caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on their foreheads. Oh my god, if the prince knew that they had lost a little beggar at the palace gate. I still don't know if he had thrown it into the palace.
I wonder if these people will die miserably. Even if the prince smiles brightly, even if you die, you will feel it is an honor to die. And often, the gentler he smiles, the more miserable your death will be.
"Oh, really? Your names are An Changli and Chen Xiaoliu! They are the people in the palace who are responsible for picking up and delivering the emperor's announcement. You have a son and a daughter in your family. He also has a seventy-year-old mother, and that daughter-in-law is also quite delicate.
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The prince's lazy and casual words and the smile on his lips made people dizzy and unable to extricate themselves from it. But in their ears, it was like the Lord of Hell was knocking their death knell. Their faces turned pale, their lips turned pale instantly, and they fell on the ground trembling uncontrollably.
Stop kowtowing. "I am guilty. I am guilty of a crime that deserves death. I am guilty of a crime that deserves death."
He asked casually: "Really? What's the crime?"
The two of them closed their eyes and their hearts were filled with anger. It would have been fatal at most, but if disaster struck the prince, death would be a blessing accumulated in the previous life. "Reply to the prince, we have lost him."