flamboyant - Kapitel 194
It has nothing to do with me, I'm innocent!
[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Seventy-Nine]
"Fuhai, summon Physician Chen."
I stood to the side, fiddling with my fingers, and chuckled to myself, enjoying the fall.
Taking advantage of Qianqing's free time, I brought up the old topic again: "I want to be the Minister of Works."
Qianqing didn't speak.
The demon pointed at its own nose, its once most beautiful face now barking wildly without any regard for its image: "Dream on! Look at the mess you've made!"
She glared at him and said, "It's not my fault."
Zi Mo quickly clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, it is me."
"This is none of your business, don't come out and take the blame for him."
"Hey! Hey! Hey, it was him who did it this time." The eyes of the masses are discerning; I did nothing.
The old man was treating the transvestite's wounds, and I craned my neck to watch.
Qianqing sat back down, giving me a rather unfriendly look. "Working in the Ministry of Works is not a good job; it's not suitable for you."
"I don't care." I'm going to build cannons and blast that princess to smithereens, then let's see how she marries.
"I'd like something else."
"No, no, I want a promotion." That's a pretty sweet thing to say.
After I finished speaking, no one else reacted, but that old man Chen's legs went weak. "I didn't say anything to you, why are you trembling!"
Qianqing took a sip of tea to hide her smile, while Chouqian's gaze was not on me.
Zi Mo got close to the transvestite and felt guilty that his handsome face had turned ugly—how could he not look ugly with toilet paper stuffed in his nose! Haha!
The transvestite sneered, "Speaking neither male nor female! What kind of Minister of Works is this! You're a laughingstock!"
I suddenly felt better; usually, I feel better when others are angrier than me.
Old Chen wiped the blood off him and stuffed a wad of paper into his mouth, making him look like a pig.
I struck a pose, then lightly raised my jade-like hand and said in an even more coquettish voice, "I'm gay, I like both men and women."
"Pfft—!" Qianqing sprayed the tea she was about to drink all over the table.
Zi Mo sighed, rubbing his forehead. Chou Qian finally looked at me directly, his gaze neither warm nor cold.
The transvestite opened her mouth wide in surprise, and blood accidentally flowed into it from her nose.
"Ha! Ha! That transvestite is so ugly, he's become the dumbest young master in the capital!"
After I finished speaking, the imperial physician and Xiao Hai immediately knelt on the ground, pretending that they didn't understand anything.
"Anyway, I'm going to work for the Ministry of Works." If they don't listen to me, I won't leave.
No one agreed; they didn't give me any face. "I promise I'll do a good job."
"You have never kept your promises."
"Damn it! Who said I'd kill him?" "Qianqing, please grant my wish. I don't have any grand ambitions, and you won't even grant your little brother this one wish?"
Qianqing dodged my hand as I tried to hug him.
Chou Qian's face was grim; he probably wanted to cut ties with me and sever all ties, and he was willing to suffer personal attacks and die without consequence.
"You have so much to give up, one more won't make a difference."
I protested: "It's bad, it's really bad, Qianqing! You are a wise ruler, a great emperor admired by all, an unparalleled overlord who will unify the world in the future. For the sake of your humble servant's loyalty and willingness to serve you to the death, please be Aladdin's lamp and fulfill my tiny hope!"
Qianqing asked Xiaohai and the imperial physician to leave.
The transvestite's face finally returned to normal: "Serving like a slave, swearing loyalty to the death? Shen Ziyi, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"
Zi Mo replied, "Your Majesty, Eleven's loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon."
Good brothers are loyal. "Yes, the sun was so moved by me last night that it didn't even come out, but the moon was dragged out by my sincere heart." I turned to Zimo: "Isn't that right, Fourth Brother?"
Zi Mo replied shyly, "Yes."
The transvestite Nas stopped Zimo: "How many times have I told you, don't believe him."
In this posture, the ugly become uglier, the handsome become more handsome, and the foolish become more foolish.
Qian Qing gritted his teeth: "Don't even think about becoming the Minister of Works."
I moved a chair to sit opposite him and said, "No, I'm staying at your place." I was threatening him, implying that if he didn't want to see me everywhere he went, he should give in to my demands.
I've fallen silent. There's no need for anyone to look at me. Focus on national affairs. I've become the fool again; don't let myself be ignored.
You always say I'm lonely like this.
That's why I want to contact you.
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