The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

Suddenly out of the dream, Pei Jiufeng was not happy at all!

Is this time to leave?

Usually he wants to leave the dream so much, the demon won't let him go. At this time, he was teased and wanted to speak out for himself, so he kicked him out!

Isn't this a player? !

"Gu must have cut you!!" He raised his head and yelled into the air.

Damnable demon! Let him suffer so much and still teased him so much! He is dead!

The palace people waiting outside, could not help shivering when they heard this roar.

Who provokes the emperor again? God bless you, the emperor must never kill anyone today.

After venting, Pei Jiufeng gradually calmed down his anger.

In any case, it is good for him to wake up.

Shen said: "Come in!"

The palace people immediately filed in.

The towel holder held the towel, held the water basin at the end, waited on Pei Jiufeng to wash and change clothes, and put on the boots.

"How long have I slept?" Pei Jiufeng asked.

The chief **** was startled, and cautiously replied: "The emperor slept for four hours for a single moment."

He slept at ten o'clock last night, and it is now more than six o'clock in the morning, which is eight hours.

Pei Jiufeng twisted her eyebrows, her fingers squeezed unconsciously. Unsurprisingly, no matter how long it takes in the dream, it is just one night in reality.

In fact, if it doesn't affect real life, who cares about dreaming?

That is, the demon's methods were too sky-reaching, and he was immersed in a clear and lifelike dream, even after waking up, the memory was as new, as if the experience of more than half a month had happened truly.

Pei Jiufeng didn't want to dream anymore.

It's disgusting.

Especially sitting at the dining table, watching the table full of various breakfasts, sour, sweet, salty, meaty, red and green, beautiful and smelling, he involuntarily secreted water from his mouth.

In reality, he has never been hungry, but the heart-burning hunger in the dream seems to be imprinted in his bones, making him uncontrollably salivate when he sees the delicious food.

He ate twice as much food as usual.

The palace people were stunned. Could it be that today's breakfast was exceptionally delicious? But the chef of the Imperial Dining Room hasn't changed? The materials are also those, and they haven't changed.

In any case, as long as the emperor doesn't kill, they don't care about anything.

After Pei Jiufeng finished his breakfast, he went to court.

Yesterday, a courtier raised the issue of disaster relief in the three southwestern counties. Pei Jiufeng agreed, and the minister, together with his colleagues, came up with a detailed plan overnight, and put forward a specific implementation plan this morning.

When Pei Jiufeng listened, there was no expression on his pale face.

The courtiers were unsure of what he was thinking, and waited nervously.

silence.

The needle falls can be heard.

There were more than a hundred courtiers in the huge Xuanming Hall, and none of them made noise.

Pei Jiufeng sat on the dragon chair, leaning back in the chair lazily, supporting his cheek with one hand, not feeling very happy.

After living in his dream for half a month, he naturally knew that it was Qingxian, one of the three southwestern counties. That demon took so hard and went around such a big circle just to get him to agree to the disaster relief?

It's not that he can't agree.

However, being coerced to agree is always unhappy.

But if he doesn't agree, he will be dragged into a dream again, and in such a poor life, he will suffer in the end.

"Yes," he said.

Hearing this, the minister was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "The emperor, the Holy Ming!"

Then I discussed some other political affairs. Pei Jiufeng, as usual, didn't say anything and let them make arrangements. He doesn't care about the treacherous officials. The loyal minister fought desperately, and he didn't care.

Let them break their heads, he just watched the show.

After the dynasty, Pei Jiufeng left a few veterans and asked: "Do you know the whereabouts of Immortal Master Gaoren?"

The veterans looked at each other when they heard the words: "There are two profound Buddhists. One is in Huguo Temple, the other travels around the world without a trace. There are three Taoist priests, one is from Qingyunguan, and the other two have no sect. ."

Some of these masters and immortal masters were born with auspiciousness, for example, they caused the colorful clouds to fill the sky, and the cranes coiled and cried. Some have shown a hand in the folks, such as finding crimes and catching criminals, so they have a high reputation. But to say that they really have the ability to call the wind and call the rain, several veterans would not believe it.

Having lived for a long time, several people have seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts. Everyone in the world is mortal, and there are no masters or immortals.

The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit. All fame is nothing more than a clever means of fame and fortune.

But in front of Pei Jiufeng, who would dare to tell the truth?

He didn't know what he was going to do, but several veterans naturally said conservatively.

"Declare them all into the palace!" Pei Jiufeng directly ordered without answering their questions.

After several veterans responded, they ordered them to retreat.

Sitting slightly, rubbing the dragon chair made of gold and inlaid with precious stones, he looked down at the gorgeous and noble robes of the emperor he was wearing.

Clean and tidy can't be used to describe these. This is expensive, supreme, and glorious clothing with vivid patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads.

When he was Wang Dagen in his dream, he wore a single shirt that was not good enough to keep out the cold. Because of his daily work, the single shirt was so dirty all day long, and he broke his mouth from time to time.

He endured fatigue at first, and washed after dinner at night to let Wang Dachun make up for it.

Later, I didn't wash it or make up.

He is warm at the moment.

The best fabrics in the world are used to make clothes for him. They are delicate inside and out, soft and close to the body to keep warm.

The emperor's court clothes were adorned with gemstone beads and silk ribbons, which were heavy on his body, but it gave him a sense of peace of mind.

He sat there, somehow, feeling hungry again.

Tomorrow I have used a lot of breakfast, but maybe influenced by Wang Dagen in his dream, he always feels hungry, and there seems to be a small worm in his stomach.

He left Xuanming Hall, returned to the bedroom, and ordered people to serve food.

eat and drink.

He couldn't eat much.

Because he is not really hungry, he is just psychologically hungry.

I only ate two pieces of dim sum and half a cup of soup. This feeling of fullness came from his body, telling him that he couldn't eat anymore.

Pei Jiufeng was holding his full stomach, his face very ugly.

He is a good emperor, what is it like to be tortured by that demon?

I can't help but think again, I don't know when the masters and immortal masters can enter Beijing? Before that, what should he do if he falls into a dream again?

Although the relief money has been approved, will the demon really let him go? Pei Jiufeng had no idea.

He couldn't eat anything, his stomach was panicking, so he simply went out and walked around.

Go to the imperial garden, admire flowers and digest food.

Compared with the narrow, dilapidated, and messy Qingxian County, the exotic flowers and plants, rockery ponds, pavilions and pavilions in the Royal Garden are like a fairyland in the sky.

Pei Jiufeng walked in and looked at the beautiful scenery, but his heart gradually sank.

He lives in this kind of fairyland, but the people live in fire and water, without food or drink, will the demon really let him go?

"Why is the emperor frowning?" came a concerned, soft female voice.

Pei Jiufeng looked up and saw that it was a beauty in his harem.

A bit familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, it is the beauty who drew the abyss graffiti.

Actually only a few days away.

But in Pei Jiufeng's heart, it was a long, long time.

The days in the dream were extremely difficult, and life was like a year. He only felt that he hadn't seen her for a few years.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

He is not so disgusted with women who don't climb the bed.

However, looking at her fair and smooth skin, soft and slender figure, and the beautiful dress she was wearing, I somehow thought of Wang Dachun.

He somewhat understood the demon's mood.

As a young woman, Wang Dachun worked so hard to beg for life. Why do these women eat and drink without having to do anything? !

It's so good-looking, it's useless at all!

He looked dissatisfied and did not hesitate to show.

"This dog, how come he makes a face when he sees you?" A gray voice sounded in his head.

Shaoyin said, "I don't know."

And not curious at all.

Has the tyrant ever looked good to anyone? Smelly faces are the norm.

"Seeing the emperor standing here alone, I feel a little worried." Shao Yin's expression was soft and his face was concerned, "The emperor is bruised right now, didn't he sleep well?"

Of course he didn't sleep well!

In other words, I didn't sleep at all!

After half a month of suffering in a dream, can it be called to sleep?

Pei Jiufeng's temper suddenly came up, and he said impatiently, "Go away!"

Shao Yin: "..."

Get out of here.

"Yes, the emperor takes care of the dragon's body." After she was blessed, Lianbu stepped back.

In his head, he said angrily: "He actually told you to go! Waiting for the night, he fell asleep, we will make him look good!"

"No hurry." Shaoyin said, "Let him have a good life for two days, lest he forget the taste of a good life."

Grey puzzled: "Why?"

"Always endure bitterness instead of crying bitterness." Shaoyin explained patiently, "There is bitterness and sweetness, and sweetness is bitterness. If he is not allowed to live a good life as the emperor for a few days, how can he realize the bitterness of Wang Dagen more deeply?"

Like Wang Dagen, he never felt bitter in his life.

He just feels hungry and cold.

Because he has never been sweet, there is no comparison, and he doesn't know bitterness.

Pei Jiufeng has been nervous for a few days, and dared not fall asleep every night, for fear of being dragged into his dream again.

He even pierced his fingertips with a needle to keep himself awake at all times.

One day, two days, three days... Pei Jiufeng, who has always been insomnia, feels a lot of sleepiness, and can lose consciousness and fall asleep when sitting properly.

Every time I fainted, I was particularly alarmed when I woke up. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, it was the palace, and then he was relieved.

After coming down several times, he gradually relaxed.

Perhaps, after the disaster relief, the demon planned to let him go.

This night, he lay down on the bed, happily planning to have a good night's sleep.

He hasn't touched the bed pillow for several days.

Relaxed, he just felt that he would sleep soundly.

Until a faint, but unignorable feeling, like a feeling of water surging through the body, Pei Jiufeng was shocked and struggling desperately!

He don't want to dream! !

He struggled hard and then woke up.

Entering the eyes is the home of Dachun Dagen's two siblings.

That broken house.

"Huh huh!" There was a sharp pain in his leg, he couldn't help groaning, and the cold sweat instantly fell.

"Don't move, let you don't move!" The girl's anxious voice sounded from the side, "You have broken your leg, you just connected it, and you are still moving, do you want to become lame in the future?!"

Pei Jiufeng was taken aback.

His leg is broken? !

Pulling away the memory before the dream, he instantly returned to his mind, he remembered that he was going to work hard with Wang and Li.

"They broke my leg?!" He sat up furiously.

Naturally, he hurt his leg again, and the pain made his lips white.

"Are you confused?" The girl reprimanded, and brought the dark potion over, "I asked you to pick up firewood. If you didn't go, you actually grabbed people’s money and was interrupted by someone’s leg. I took you back easily. Now I owe another two taels of silver to heal your legs!"

When Pei Jiufeng heard this, he was furious, and waved away the medicine bowl she brought with her eyeballs falling out of her eye sockets. He raised his voice angrily: "They said I was stealing money?! What did they say?!"

Bullshit! !