Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 48

"No, eat something, eat something and you'll get better faster." I'm in big trouble, I've decided to keep this bruise on my head and let someone admire me for the rest of my life.

"Get out, I want to get out, I'm suffocating." I squirmed like a worm, refusing to eat.

"How can you go out looking like this!" The ladyboy put down his bowl and tricked me into eating pastries.

“Carry me out.”

"You're kidding." I didn't eat it, he ate it himself.

"Want me to carry you? I want to go out." I leaned on his shoulder and begged him to carry me.

"What if you don't carry it?" The ladyboy's eyes slanted upwards; she was really beautiful.

"Yao Yao is the best! Yao Yao will definitely carry me out!" I smiled sweetly at him, my phoenix eyes revealing a daughter's heart. Damn it, if he doesn't let me go out soon, I'll get worms.

The transvestite looked at me, and I looked at him coyly, seeing who was better.

The ladyboy waited for a long time before carrying me on his back and saying, "We can't go too far."

"YES!" Success! Give him a kiss as a reward!

What are you saying?!

"Bird language!" I'm going to ride my donkey and stroll along the road! Time to sunbathe.

"Giddy up! Let's go!"

I sent out my resignation letter two months ago and haven't heard anything from Da Gong. I'm too lazy to pay attention to him. Anyway, he hit me and he's in the wrong.

On the eighth day of the second month, Qianqing sent Eunuch Hai to pick me up. I stayed in bed and said, "I'm sick and can't walk."

On the ninth day, a group of imperial physicians came to examine me. I sat high in the center and gave each of them a red string: "Come on, let's see who has the best medical skills."

The imperial physician glared at me with a burning hatred: "Lord Shen, the accuracy of pulse diagnosis by thread is very low."

"I only let you examine me because I'm so lowly! Otherwise, why would I show off my long life?!" "Examine me! If you're not going to examine me, get the hell out of here!" I crossed my legs and ate a watermelon. Go ahead and complain to me if you dare! A red thread was tied around my wrist. "Hurry up, I'll remove my hand in three minutes."

I don't believe you can actually detect a pulse.

On the tenth day, Chouqian came to me: "Ziyi, why bother? Do you really want the Emperor to do something to you? Let's go to court tomorrow. Be good."

"I'm not going."

"I'm not going to carry out your plan." Chou Qian said cryptically.

I peeked at him through the crack in the door: "It's all for naught." I've buried the wisdom of my predecessors in my belly, turning it into dung, and I won't even share it with Qianqing.

His ancestors' graves are utterly worthless.

Day 11. As I basked in the sun while hugging the heater, Zi Mo came to my little courtyard to greet Qian Qing.

I lay on the soft bike and pretended to be asleep.

"Are you done yet?" He snores. No one can hear that incredibly noble voice anymore.

"Alright, go do your job. The royal family doesn't keep idle people." Then you and I are fired! (And then he takes another snore.)

"Shen Ziyi!" Someone's bad habit resurfaced. Zi Mo stepped forward to speak well of me.

The man suppressed his temper and said, "I... I wouldn't have hit you if you hadn't gone too far!" He explained reluctantly.

I'm very well-behaved, you just have a habit of hitting people! (She turns over and continues to ignore me.)

"Shen Ziyi!" What are you shouting for? Is this how you admit your mistake?

Zi Mo came up and shook me, and I shrank back.

Qianqing said, "The New Year is almost here. Do you want to keep arguing with me until the New Year?" It's New Year, it's not like we've never celebrated it before.

"Shen Ziyi, my patience has its limits!" You're threatening me! Then kill me!

"Zi Mo, you can go out first," Qian Qing ordered leisurely.

Does MD really want to kill me?

[Main Text: Chapter Thirty-Four]

"Your Majesty..." Zi Mo didn't want to leave. Good for him, don't leave and you'll make him angry.

"Do you think I would eat him?!" Qianqing got angry again, being petty.

"Your subject takes his leave."

After a moment of silence, Qianqing squatted down beside me and said, "Can you open your eyes now?" Why should I open them? It's good to keep them closed.

"Ziyi." Let go of my hand, don't touch my hair, my hair is very valuable.

"If you throw a tantrum at me, aren't you afraid I'll really kill you?" Pshaw! You know you have a bad temper.

He pried open my eyes, and I tried my best to close them.

Qian Qing sneered, "I knew you'd be awake. Hurry up and give me some face, get up."

I squinted and complained to him, "You hit me."