MTL - The Path of the Cannon Fodder’s Counterattack-~ First son

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The emperor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Ling Xiao knelt down on the ground and struck with cold sweat, wondering how much the unruly silly behavior had just been seen by the emperor.

There is a code of etiquette in the palace. His appearance just now is completely decent in front of the master. If the master is not blameful, he can be regarded as invisible. If the master is concerned, he can even be executed.

Although Ling Xiao didn't think the emperor would kill himself for this little thing, he was always upset.

Fortunately, the emperor chose not to see it this time, and calmly called Ling Xiao to get up.

Ling Xiao relieved, stood up and walked to the emperor's side.

"What's so happy?" The Emperor asked suddenly, just when Ling Xiao thought that this had happened.

Ling Xiao froze, and didn't want to talk about it. He had to bow his head and said, "The emperor is a trivial matter."

"Speak to hear." The emperor was very persistent this time.

Ling Xiao wiped sweat in his heart, eagerly, an excuse flashed in his heart, and bowed his head to salute and replied: "The slave just passed by Chu Xiugong, heard a family rumor, and remembered the pleasures of his hometown."

"Chu Xiugong ..." The emperor looked at Ling Xiao's expression and seemed to have the clue, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Ling Xiao noticed the emperor's wrong, and hurried off: "The emperor, the slaves will sing to you."

The singing voice was loud and clear, and the clear voice drew a unique appeal. The emperor's mind was attracted to the past. The emperor stared at the **** in front of him in amazement. His head was slightly lower, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows frowned with the singing. Sometimes light, quite agile.

The emperor admired, leaned back on the chair, and listened to Ling Xiao's singing.

After the completion of the song, the emperor stopped asking about the previous events. Ling Xiao smiled in his heart, knowing that the matter had passed away. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing the emperor with a little tiredness, Ling Xiao walked over. , Put your hand on the emperor's shoulder and massage.

The emperor felt Ling Xiao's movements, his eyes finally softened, he reached out and held Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao followed the emperor's traction and came to the emperor.

The emperor said: "The tunes are good, so maybe I would sing to them often."

Ling Xiao bowing his salute should be "yes".

"If you don't have a good hand, you don't need to take care of the puppet." The emperor stroked Ling Xiao's bandaged hand.

When Ling Xiao saw this, his heart warmed slightly, and he bowed his head respectfully and replied: "The slave's hand is all right, the emperor need not worry."

The emperor heard the words, fumbled with Ling Xiao's hand, untied the bandage on his hand, Ling Xiao frowned, retracted his hand slightly, and called in wonder: "Emperor?"

"Don't move." The emperor gave Ling Xiao a warning look.

Ling Xiao didn't dare to move. He looked tremblingly at the emperor to remove his bandage. His hand was bleeding a bit. Perhaps it was pressed hard just now. When he tore the bandage, his palm was slightly tingling.

The emperor's movements were very gentle. After unraveling the bandage, he turned his palms and looked carefully. He took out a silver box from his arms. The box was exquisitely crafted and opened the box, which contained a pale green ointment.

The emperor reached out and touched some, and he smeared on Ling Xiao ’s injured palm. Ling Xiao was shocked, surprised, and could not help but take a step back. He was quite flattered and said: "Emperor, the matter of medicine, the slaves are just fine. Now, you are the Supreme Master of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. How can you give medicine to slaves? "

The emperor heard the words, and seemed to be a little displeased. He held Ling Xiao's hand tightly and tightened his lips, "Ling Xiao, I think you probably haven't figured out the situation yet. I've done it for you, but my words are not Take it back, in front of you, you are already your first son, your emperor. "

Ling Xiao heard the words stunned and surging inside.

The ointment was smeared on the hand, with a coolness, to remove the original burning of the palm, but the emperor's fingers touched it, but it seemed to bring another unusual burning, burning his body with fever.

The medicine was applied, and the emperor personally bandaged him, and finally put the ointment in Ling Xiao's hands.

"This is Shao Guo's ointment. It has wonderful effects on burns, stab wounds, and sword injuries. It also has the effect of removing saprophytic muscles. With this, you don't have to worry about hand scars."

Ling Xiao held the delicate small box and saluted gracefully, "Thank the Emperor for his reward."

The emperor answered gently, "Get up."

Ling Xiao got up, Xu was a lot more brisk this time. His sleeves were flying, and a breeze was raised, but there was an unpleasant smell in the wind.

The emperor frowned, suddenly reached out and grasped Ling Xiao's wrist, pulled it hard, pulled Ling Xiao into his arms, and took a closer look with a certain general confidence.

Ling Xiao exclaimed, scared not to move. He was sitting on the thigh of the emperor, and the emperor held his wrist.

They were so close to each other that Ling Xiao was scared or there were other reasons. At this time, his heart was beating like thunder, and he felt the emperor's breath breathing on his neck, his body glowing, he couldn't help swallowing his throat. A nervous and confused call: "Emperor ... Emperor ..."

The emperor seemed to be clear. He straightened up, but his face was not good. He reached out and pinched Ling Xiao's chin and asked, "Who did Chu Xiugong see?"

Ling Xiao stunned, didn't this happen? Why did the emperor ask again?

Ling Xiao pursed his lips. At this moment, his chin was pinched and he could only face the emperor. At this time, the lying emperor would surely find it.

With this in mind, Ling Xiao said, "Yes ... it's Mo Xiu."

The emperor squinted, his face cold: "What did you do with her?"

What does this mean? Is the Emperor doubting himself and Mo Qi?

Ling Xiao thought, and tentatively answered: "Emperor, a slave is an **** ..."

The emperor heard his words, his eyebrows were loose, and he retracted his hand. As soon as Ling Xiao was free, he got down from the emperor's thigh and knelt before the emperor.

"The emperor pardoned her. The minion and Mo Xiu were from the same country. Her ballads caused the homesickness of the minions. The minions entered the Chu Xiu Palace to meet her. The minions did nothing with her."

The emperor heard the words, and looked down at Ling Xiao kneeling on the ground, his eyes clear, as if to see Ling Xiao's true and false, for a long time, he narrowed his eyes and reminded: "Mo Qi's heart surgery is not correct, you rarely contact her. "

Ling Xiao's lowered head was full of mistakes. The emperor knew what kind of person Mo Qi was?

Then why did he keep Mo Qi?

Ling Xiaoming knew that this was not the time to ask questions, but the inner doubt was too heavy, and he could not help but grit his teeth and asked, "The emperor, the slave has always been a matter of unknown. The slave knows that you do not like Mo Xiu, then you ... why Where is Mo Xiuyu? "

The little **** knelt on the ground trembled, knowing that he had committed a taboo, but still resolutely asked, the figure lying on the ground trembling, looking so thin and pitiful.

The emperor wanted to scold him for two words to make him understand that he couldn't talk, but he couldn't bear to see this. In the end, he said a little: "I have my own considerations, you shouldn't ask."

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and didn't dare to talk again.

The emperor stood up, Ling Xiao knew that the emperor was about to leave, and leaned down to give him away.

The emperor ordered: "Return to the Royal Study Room, you will come and wait."

"Yes," Ling Xiao said.

The emperor glanced at Ling Xiao and said, "Change your clothes before you come here. The smell of fat and powder is so bad."

Ling Xiao stunned, the emperor had gone.

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