The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the man stand up with trembling legs, and go outside with difficulty, the difficult footsteps, the staggering back, the gray smile almost crazy, "Shame! What a shame!"

Shao Yin also laughed.

He goes up to court in this way, shouldn't he think that he is stable and won't be seen by others?

That really makes the Manchu civil and military idiots.

In fact, it was worse than she thought.

Luo Xuanmo didn't just seem to be overly indulgent, he was very indecent. He didn't rest much all night, his energy was not concentrated enough, and his brain reaction was obviously slower than usual.

The most ridiculous thing is that for a while, the minister called him three times before he heard him.

"The face of the royal family has been lost by him!" Shaoyin said in disgust when he heard the gray report.

Shaoyin didn't need to tell the next thing, Huihui was done.

Whenever Luo Xuanmo went to favor other concubines and wanted to regain lost ground, Huihui would give him medicine.

But when he was shocked, doubted his life, and went to favor Shen Xuexi, it stopped.

After coming down several times, Luo Xuanmo understood.

He can only show his glory against Shen Xuexi.

"Huh." Seeing that Luo Xuanmo reduced his way to the other concubines' palaces, and began to spoil Shen Xuexi exclusively, Huihui couldn't tell whether he was angry or relieved, "He's so disgusting!"

Although the hope of completing the task is slim, if the emotional line between the hero and the hero does not collapse, Huihui feels that there is still a loss of life.

It watched the love of the male and female master, and no longer reported to Shao Yin.

Although it is a system, it is an intelligent life. It knows that this kind of thing hurts Shao Yin as a cannon fodder.

Does Luo Xuanmo really favor Shen Xuexi and love her deeply?

Huihui couldn't tell, but Shaoyin knew the answer without thinking about it—no.

She didn't guess wrong.

In the dead of night and no one was disturbed, Luo Xuanmo looked at Shen Xuexi, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, with complicated eyes.

Fear and disgust are far greater than affection.

"What the **** did you do to me?" he murmured.

He can only have fun with her.

More than 30 concubines, none of them work.

He didn't think this was proof that he and Shen Xuexi were a natural match, he only suspected that she had poisoned him.

Before figuring out what's going on, he can't act rashly, lest he suffer further.

But it's not his character to just sit and wait for death.

One day, Luo Xuanmo called Xi'er and said kindly, "Have you been to the Palace of Qin recently?"

Xier shook her head: "Never."

Since Luo Xuanmo forced a ban last time, he succumbed to King Qin's uncle, and he has never been out of the palace again.

"Uncle Qin treats you very well. Although you don't practice martial arts with him anymore, don't forget that he is." Luo Xuanmo said, "He taught you that you need to remember this friendship. Let's go ahead. At that time, many tribute fruits were offered below, so you can pick some to send to Uncle Qin."

Xi'er was a little surprised, but he was still very happy to be able to go out of the palace to see King Qin's uncle: "Yes, Father!"

"Yeah." Luo Xuanmo nodded, and then coughed a few times. He covered his teacup and said in a tired voice: "I have been in poor health, and the imperial doctor in the palace can't figure out the reason. I heard that the master's medical skills are so good. Now that you are out of the palace, you might as well invite him for me."

Xier had a meal.

A subtle feeling hit my heart.

He is eight years old, and nine years old during the Chinese New Year, not three years old anymore.

Is it possible that the emperor father used him in such a way that he could not be aware of it?

"Yes." He bowed his head. "The children will try their best to invite."

Luo Xuanmo applauded and nodded: "I am waiting for your filial piety."

The implication is that if you don't invite a believing master, he is not filial.

Xi'er felt cold.

Can't help but raise his head and look at the thin and pale man sitting on the dragon chair. He was black and bloodshot in his eyes, and he looked gloomy, without the hearty, lenient, and handsome demeanor of his father.

He was at a loss for a while.

Can a person really be so bad?

He couldn't help but suspect that he was a ghost.

Before leaving the palace, he hesitated again and again, and finally went to Jianing Palace.

"Are you going to Prince Qin's Mansion?" Shaoyin easily coaxed out what her son didn't want to say. After thinking about it, she chuckled, "Since your father wants to see your filial piety, then you can show him. One day. If you don’t hire a believer, you will live in Qingtai Temple for one day."

Xier was stunned and looked up at her: "Queen?!"

"Maybe something." Shaoyin smiled softly, "When you don't come back in the evening, I will ask someone to send you the books you read every day."

Without waiting for him to say anything, she leaned over and hugged him, and whispered: "This palace is messy. If you can, the queen hopes you can go out and hide."

After a pause, "Hidden until you grow up."

Xi'er's eye sockets suddenly moistened, she hugged her waist, choked and shook her head: "No, I won't hide, I want to stay with the queen."

He wants to guard his mother's queen and don't allow others to bully her mother's queen.

"Good boy." Shaoyin hugged him, "The queen mother is not weak, you know, it is not easy for others to deceive me."

She told him: "You go out to study with peace of mind, remember to ask you Uncle Qin to send some people to protect you. You are good, and the queen is in the palace, we take care of ourselves, okay?"

Xier vaguely felt what she was going to do.

He didn't know what she was going to do, but he knew he might not be able to help.

"Okay." He nodded, his tearful eyes clearing, "I will take care."

Since he can't help, at least he can't hold back his mother.

After holding his mother for a while, he pulled his hand, turned and left.

Shaoyin looked at the back of his departure. The young boy was like a green pine, although he was handsome and tall, but not strong.

She thought for a while, quickly pulled a piece of paper, and quickly wrote: "Take care of Xier for me."

The handwriting is domineering and strong, which is completely different from the handwriting she usually writes and reviews memorials.

"You **** Xi'er out of the palace." She folded the note at will and handed it to Lu Rong, "This is for King Qin."

Lu Rong took it: "Yes, master."

Xier didn't come back that day, so she had to stay at Qingtai Temple.

In the evening, Luo Xuanmo knew the news, and when he raised his brow, he left his head behind.

This son is stupid, let him ask, he asks for himself, without knowing that he asks King Qin for help.

He was a little unhappy, but thought that he had already given up on him and that he was about to have other children, so he didn't take it seriously.

He suspected that he did not lift because of his weakness. Anyway, the political affairs were just like that, he simply put aside some and began to regulate his body.

"You can stop the medication." Shaoyin said to Huihui, "If he goes to favor his concubine, let him go."

"Why?" Huihui asked.

"I thought for a while, but forget it. It's not worth spending points on him."

When Huihui was reminded by her, she immediately checked her balance. When she saw a red glaring negative balance, she was stunned.

"what-"

After a long while, it screamed: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Shaoyin coaxed it for a while, and then said: "Don't be sad, I'll show you a good show."

Another good scene kicked off.

On this day, Luo Xuanmo plucked up his courage, ate a cup of aphrodisiac tea, and then went to the concubine room.

It can be, but the duration is extremely short.

Luo Xuan Moteng was shocked and stupefied.

He is only twenty-seven years old this year. He is in the good years of his life. Not to mention the Seven Daughters of Ye Yu, at least he can pack a weak woman so that he can't lift a finger.

However, the reality is cruel.

The most basic pride of a man was eclipsed, and he was hit hard.

It’s just that the emperor’s talents are not recognized, but he actually even...

He became more and more uncertain, and lost his temper whenever he felt unsatisfactory.

The attendants were all trembling. When he was waiting in front of him, they didn't dare to come out one by one.

Luo Xuanmo looked at them like this, finally feeling a little comforted.

He doesn't know how bad his image is in the eyes of others.

To say that the former Luo Xuanmo, because of his good pretence, can be called a good emperor who is wise, martial, diligent and caring for the people, and a good man who has a deep affection for the queen. In the eyes of the harem concubine, he is also a fair and just good emperor.

But now? He treats the queen empress day by day, and treats the servants so harshly, without the manners of the past.

Especially his appearance, because of his lack of recuperation, the whole person was very thin, and the newly made dragon robe was a bit empty again after less than half a month of wearing him. His sharp bones propped up the robe, sharp as if to pierce.

But he didn't know how to control, his kidney yang was drained too much, his face was pale, and some people believed that he was a ghost who returned the yang.

I don't know when, there are more and more voices saying that he is Li Gui Huan Yang.

Someone said, “He is the emperor, he has a dragon body to protect him, and the little devil can’t get on his body. Maybe it was the first prince who died unwillingly, so he came to avenge him.”

Many people believe this.

It also reasonably explained why he disrespected Shaoyin.

Shao Yin also heard these words.

"Perhaps," she said, sitting at the window and reading, her slender fingers holding the scroll, calm and peaceful, "Don't worry about what others say, but no one in Jianing Palace has many mouths."

Lu Yi and Lu Rong hurriedly replied, "Yes, master."

After hesitating, Lu Rong leaned forward and whispered, "Master, or... invite the master to come to the palace to exorcise evil spirits?"

She didn't come up with this idea, but listened to others.

She thought, might it work?

If it's over, wouldn't the master return to the good old days?

"Don't talk nonsense." Shao Yin rolled up the scroll and tapped her forehead lightly. "Remember, these things have nothing to do with our Jianing Palace. You can listen to what others say, and don't talk too much."

Lu Rong clutched his forehead and said, "The slave and maidservant remembered it."

The green is dark.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the master has torn his face with the emperor.

If the emperor did not come to apologize, the master froze with him.

So far, it looks like a rival.

No one knows how things developed like this, the greenery and greenery, and other palace people don't know.

It seems to be so unconsciously.

But no one said that the empress was wrong, they all said that the emperor was possessed by a ghost.

This word also spread to the Queen Mother’s ears, and the Queen Mother did not hear things outside the window at all. This is not a son, but also a white-eyed wolf, let him live or die? Even went out of the palace to worship Buddha.

Xier has been living in Qingtai Temple and has not returned.

Luo Xuanmo thought of him at first, but forgot about him soon.

Work hard and look forward to harvesting a new son.

In a blink of an eye, another two months passed.

In the cold winter, the windows were rustled by the cold wind, and the sound of the wind passing over the eaves sounded above the head. The sky was bright outside, but Shao Yin was still lying on the bed and did not wake up.

Luyi exchanged two soup ladies for her half an hour ago. One told her to hold her in her arms and the other to kick her under her feet. The quilt was soft and warm, and Shaoyin was so comfortable that she shrank into a ball, with no intention of getting up.

"Guihui tell me, what is Luo Xuanmo doing?" She squinted her eyes with comfort, "Is he upright? Can his dry body hold it?"

Huihui let out a cold voice: "He is so thin that he has no fat on his body. How can he be able to carry it? There are too many charcoal basins in the hall, and the courtiers are sweating hot and sweat. He doesn't have it, so he probably feels cold."

Luo Xuanmo was recuperating, but his body suffered a lot, and his **** was not forbidden, so there was no effect at all, and his whole state even deteriorated.

Ordinarily, his body should at least be forbidden to have sex, but he didn't.

In addition to wanting a son and stabilizing the harem, a large part of the reason is that he has a ghost in his heart.

He can't, but he doesn't want to be said no, as long as he thinks of other people's strange eyes, he becomes mad and furious, so he desperately proves himself.

This caused him to go to the harem fairly frequently.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he never bowed his head to admit his mistakes with Shaoyin, and Shaoyin didn't show his face like before. Not only did he not forgive him magnanimously, but instead kept making trouble for him.

He was upset, everything went wrong, it was strange when he got better.

Huihui thought of Luo Xuanmo going out from the Palace of Qinzheng an hour ago, wearing a cotton-padded jacket, a cotton cap, and a large cloak. His face was still blue with cold. He couldn't help but gloat: "Oh, scumbag!"

However, observing Luo Xuanmo's ugly face, he was a little worried: "Can he still live to six years from now?"

It was worried that Luo Xuanmo would die too quickly, and its whole life would end there, and hesitated: "Or, shall we treat him better?"

"Okay." Shao Yin shrank under the covers, dazedly.

Make him happy, and then fall down fiercely, more exciting.

"Oh!" Suddenly, Huihui exclaimed, "He passed out!"

Originally this dog man was unlucky, he should be happy, but now he is worried that he is belching, and he can't be happy.

"What's the matter?" Shaoyin became a little clearer.

No one knew what was going on, and he suddenly fainted.

Just before the court, before the courtiers had gone clean, suddenly Luo Xuanmo fell, and there was a sudden turmoil.

"The emperor has been in poor health since he woke up." After being sent to the Palace of Qinzheng, the imperial physician took the pulse and explained the situation to several ministers. "I have advised the emperor several times to raise his body first, but the emperor... The government loves the people!"

Diligent and loving the people? Still mediocre and lustful? The ministers knew it well.

But he would not say that, and asked worriedly: "How is the emperor now? How long will it take to get better?"

"If you are thinking about the health of the emperor, you'd better recuperate until the spring blossoms next year." The imperial physician said conservatively.

The ministers said they knew.

Guarding outside the Palace of Qinzheng, when Luo Xuanmo woke up, he discussed with him to recuperate his body, focusing on the dragon body.

Then he said: "During this period, why don't you let the queen's mother take charge of the government?"