How bad the emperor's temper is now? She could tell after only one episode. Although these words are correct, if you really tell your Majesty, you will be beaten again! Hua Chun was a little cowardly, and looked at the old men in front of him innocently, subconsciously trying to shake his head and refuse.

However, before she could complete the movement of shaking her head, an old man with age spots on her face suddenly wailed:

"Prime Minister!"

The sound was so loud that Hua Chun was so scared that she looked at him in horror.

Li Zhongtang said with a trembling voice: "If you don't even dare to give a loyal message again, this country will surely perish! Instead of watching the country conquered by the late emperor be defeated in front of us, the old ministers might as well go directly to see the late emperor!"

When he spoke, the rest of the people agreed, with the determination to die and the grief of the country being destroyed:

"If the Prime Minister doesn't want to take risks, please collect the bodies for the old ministers. I don't want to bury bones in the green mountains, but I want to stay away from Yanjing! I really have no face to face the ancestors of the Yuwen family!"

The sound of sad crying came one after another, like a memorial service. Those who didn't know the situation couldn't help but stretched their heads in and took a look, for fear that Prime Minister Hua would suddenly travel to the west.

Hua Chun looked at them with a tangled expression.

Everyone in front of her is very old. In terms of seniority, she probably has to call her grandfather. She kneels down and begs her, and she really can't bear to refuse. But it really takes some courage to agree.

After rubbing his butt, Hua Chun murmured quietly: "It's a bit too late for you to leave these to me for a hundred days, right?"

When Grand Master Tang heard this, he pretended to cry. He immediately laughed in the next second, took out a few dog skin plaster from his sleeve and handed it to her:

"Don't worry, Prime Minister! The old minister came here to deliver medicine today. With this Shujinghuoluo ointment, you promise to go to the ground tomorrow!"

So magical? Hua Chun reached out to take it and took a look. The medicine smelled pungent and dark looked really hard to reassure. However, she had read some ancient books, and many unofficial history had the magic of ancient plasters. Seeing these old men so nervous about her appearance, it probably wouldn't hurt her, right?

After thinking about it, Hua Chun said, "Then try this medicine first. If it gets better tomorrow, then the official will go to the palace to meet the saint. If it doesn't get better, please don't make things difficult for you."

"Hey." Several old ministers laughed, nodded and responded, and then comforted her with a nagging look before saying goodbye to leave.

Pintan went out to see the guests, and then came back after carefully preparing the gifts. He squatted beside the bed and looked at her worriedly: "Master, take care of yourself."

How should she take care of herself? With Prime Minister Hua's identity, she was just trying to die every day! Hua Chun had a bitter face, handed her the plaster to her and signaled her to help her stick it on, then lay on the pillow and sighed.

Spring, three-foot-sized life, a college graduate, how could he have such a miserable life and many disasters? People traveled through time and became a concubine and a queen, or something, but they were all beautiful and famous prostitutes of a generation. She would be fine. She would be fine if she became a man, but she would still have to be a man who could not get along with the emperor.

What kind of hatred or grudge? Who will give her the right words? Can you go back to the modern world if you die here? If she can, she would not struggle. She went straight to the palace and pointed at the emperor and scolded her, lay down and waited to go home.

After resting with his eyes closed, he felt a hint of coolness on his butt. Hua Chun felt a little sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

"Jinghua."

When I was sleeping soundly, I seemed to hear someone talking.

"Come back, Jinghua."

Foodies are rampant these days, and even their obsession with ham sausage is so deep? Hua Chunba smacked her mouth and a commercial that she often saw on TV when she was a child - essence ham sausage, the king of lean meat!

I don’t know who cares so much about the old brand, and even calls her in her ears.

After turning his head, Hua Chun continued to sleep soundly. Somehow it seemed like he was flying in the air and overlooking the entire city. There were no modern high-rise buildings, and looking down at them, they were all ancient pavilions and towers.

A little familiar.

"This is Yanjing, don't you remember?" Someone sighed.

Is Yanjing? Hua Chun was not very clear thinking, isn’t Yanjing the place where she lives? How can I not remember it? It’s just that the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties in history are really different from the modern ones.

The thick fog dissipated, and she seemed to have grown wings, flying all the way through the streets of Yanjing. Red lanterns and high eaves flashed in front of her eyes. There was a palace with red walls and yellow tiles ahead. The towering palace gate opened, and all the way in were palace servants with their heads down.

I continued to go in and crossed the eighth-level jade steps, and suddenly I saw the person sitting on the dragon chaise.

Hua Chun was a little stupid. She actually saw the crazy, cool and arrogant emperor sleeping with his forehead on his back.

His eyelashes are so long, as dark and dense as a small brush. When he closed his eyes, he was not as scary as he looked during the day. His strong body was like a sculpture, so he couldn't help but make her want to reach out and poke the biceps.

However, before she could get closer, Yuwen Jie suddenly opened her eyes, and a sharp light shot out from her eyes, which scared her heart and her limbs were tense, as if she was suddenly falling down, and her whole body suddenly woke up.
Chapter completed!