Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1643 The little maid of the retarded prince (129)

  On the dark bed, his face was leaning against her shoulder, with tears still in the corners of his eyes.

  Bai Weiwei looked at him for a long time before raising her hand to gently wipe the corners of his eyes.

  The movements are flat, but very gentle.

  Ning Jiumo woke up the next day, and he saw that Bai Weiwei was still sleeping peacefully.

  He stared at her resentfully for a long while, then hugged her, washed her face, combed her hair, and massaged her limbs.

  Bai Weiwei used to take care of him.

   Now he takes care of her.

  Ning Jiumo massaged her, and put on nice clothes for her.

  Now is the season of hosta blooming.

  Ning Jiumo inserted beautiful hosta flowers into her bun.

   "Sleeping for too long, I lost all color."

   He muttered softly, reached out and dabbed some rouge on his hand, and smeared some on her face.

  The pink color added a bit of vitality to her pale jade face.

  Delicate and weak, unbearable to hold.

  He lowered his head and kissed her lips, not daring to think anything wrong.

  She is so weak, if he goes too far, I'm afraid Bai Weiwei won't be able to wake up.

  Ning Jiumo lingered beside her, chattering a lot.

   He waited until he was satisfied before he went to deal with official duties.

  When I went to court, I didn't like anyone.

  Without Bai Weiwei by his side, he would be irritable when doing anything.

  So when doing things, he is so cold and scary.

   led to the recently rotten imperial court, and the extravagant atmosphere is gone.

  Every official is working hard.

  Strive for performance.

   Not even daring to embezzle.

   For fear of being caught by Ning Jiumo, he would hang him up and fry the frying pan.

  Yes, this cruel emperor really dared to do that.

   It's his brutality, which makes people's lives easier.

   As for the fact that there are no women in the harem, a draft is required.

  Who dares to speak, no one dares to speak.

  Whoever says dies.

  Ning Jiumo handled the government affairs with a deadpan face.

  The efficiency of current officials in handling government affairs is terribly fast.

  Everyone goes up and down and is tortured, wishing that the time of going up to the court can be compressed into one second.

  So the monarch and his ministers worked together to compress the time of going to court into a very short time.

   There is no more flattery, because I have no time and I am busy with government affairs.

   There is no blockbuster praise, because there is no time, have you not seen the emperor's stinky face?

   There is no nonsense, talk quickly if you have something to say, and dare to open your mouth if you have nothing to do.

   Congratulations, the working hours have been reduced.

   Everyone has a vacation time.

  For Ning Jiumo, being an emperor has no sense of accomplishment or happiness.

  If he is not the emperor, he can let his Awei be the queen.

  It can also absorb all kinds of precious medicinal materials in the curettage to nourish Bai Weiwei.

  He really can't wait to deal with government affairs.

  Ning Jiumo walked into the palace, and Zheng Kui immediately came over to take off the emperor's coat for him.

  He lowered his eyes and said, "Is Awei still awake?"

  Zheng Yu paused, and replied cautiously, "Your Majesty, the empress has not woken up yet, but a maid said that she was about to wake up when she saw her eyelashes move."

  Ning Jiumo sneered.

   Didn't say believe it or not.

  But Zheng Wei felt that Ning Jiumo couldn't believe it.

   I have been disappointed so many times, I am almost desperate.

  Ning Jiumo was suddenly a little tired, he stood there for a while, and then said: "Go down, I will stay with Awei for a while."

  Zheng Kui retreated silently.

  Ning Jiumo's footsteps were a little vain, and he looked at the door screens in front of him in a daze.

   It's been a long time, but he hasn't heard Ah Wei calling him.

  Ning Jiumo doesn't know how long he can last. Every day ends in despair and starts full of expectation.

  (end of this chapter)