Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

In an instant, all the courtiers standing on Ye Beiyao's side ran to Ye Jinghua's side.

Unfortunately, before they ran over, they were chopped off by the man in black who quietly appeared behind them.

Soon, Ye Beiyao's robe was dirty, his hair was loose, he was in a state of embarrassment, and his eyes were terrified:

"Ye Jinghua, you are rebelling! You are rebelling! You will be shamed by the world.

And even if you kill me, you can't justifiably become emperor. "

Su Qiao sat on the threshold and yawned a little boredly, "Why do you want to be justifiable? Whoever dares to refuse, just chop it off."

"Well, the princess has the demeanor of the king."

Ye Jinghua walked to her side and stroked her long hair happily.

"Then leave Ye Beiyao a small life and let him see if this king can ascend the throne in a straightforward manner, and see who dares to disobey this king."

I want to play this Wang Xiao Qiaoer's idea.

How could he die so quickly?

Gotta live.

And live a long time.

In this way, we can see how sweet this king and Xiao Qiaoer are.

Su Qiao took off his hand: "Don't touch my hair all the time, it's all messed up."

Most importantly, she always felt like he was petting some puppy.

"Okay, don't touch it." Ye Jinghua smiled comfortably.

After half an hour, things subsided.

Ask Su Qiao to say that this night Beiyao just had nothing to do when he was full.

She forgot that it was she who encouraged Ye Jinghua and forced Ye Beiyao to do it.

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The days in the palace are so boring that they are getting moldy.

But the emperor stepped down, Ye Jinghua was a little busy, and couldn't accompany her out of the palace to play.

"Why are you going to see him?"

Su Qiao went straight to the dungeon in the palace: "I'm bored, go and chat with him."

"..." What are you talking about with that guy?

Ye Jinghua felt a sour taste in his heart, and quickly chased after him: "Then I'll accompany you."

Su Qiao glanced at him: "Aren't you busy?"

"I have nothing to do. I have already sent someone to pick up Ye Beirong, and he will be in Beijing soon."

He just dealt with the important ones, and left the rest to that kid.

Although the boy is not in good health.

But it shouldn't be dead for a while.

"Aren't you really the emperor?"

"improper."

Ye Jinghua felt more and more that he wanted to be an emperor before, and it was a bit silly.

"The emperor is too tired, too troublesome, and not yet free to accompany you everywhere to play."

His concubine is so beautiful, so cute, and so likable. If she really goes to the world with her brother, she might be watched by many people. He has to be by his side to protect her.

As for the half-toned expert Su Baiwen?

Hehe, my brain is not good enough, it's good if I don't pit myself.

"No regrets?"

Ye Jinghua took her hand: "I don't regret it, as long as I have you, it's enough."

Su Qiao took it out of his arms and took out the martial arts secrets that he had written down long ago:

"This is for you, you practice with your heart, and then we will also go and get the first village in the world, so that everyone in the world will be afraid."

The familiar white paper cover.

Um.

The one bought for 100,000 taels of gold.

Handed down by masters hundreds of years ago.

The book that can beat the invincible hand in the world, um... a peerless secret book.

Ye Jinghua tucked into his arms.

In the heart of his princess, he was finally as heavy as that stupid boy Su Baiwen.

but……

"Everyone is afraid, isn't that a demon religion?"

What does it have to do with the first village in the world?

Su Qiao didn't understand a little: "We convince people with virtue and force, why are we a demon sect?"

"Actually, the magic sect is not bad, what do you think about Xiao Qiao?"

Compared with those hypocritical and decent, Ye Jinghua tended to have a demon sect that was both righteous and evil.

Su Qiao didn't think much of it.

"Magic sect is boring and not fun at all."

Although her time as the leader of the demon sect was short, it was really boring.