Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 280 The Regent's Little Emperor (11)

  Xie Yunting never thought that the little emperor worshiped him.

  He won six yuan in a row back then, and he had a bright future ahead of him. Most of them were flatterers and admirers.

  But there is no one who can say such big words like the little emperor, give him the best official, and let him guard the country.

  He was deep in thought, and he didn't show any surprise on his face.

  In the end, before she could walk over, she saw Bai Weiwei staggered a few steps back, and suddenly fell backwards.

  Gao Jixiang stretched out his hand to pull it, but before he reached it, he fell into Xie Yunting's arms.

  Bai Weiwei was drunk.

   This weak body, coupled with the rising smell of alcohol, made him dizzy.

  She leaned in Xie Yunting's arms like a cat, her face was bright red, and she was quiet.

  Xie Yunting originally wanted to push her away.

  But thinking of what she said just now, her cold heart softened a lot.

   Zuo Zuo is just a short-lived child. It is only natural for her to hate and loathe him when he rebels.

   When the situation in the court is stable enough and all the forces outside the court are eradicated, he will almost be able to change the dynasty and sit on the throne.

   And she has no use value and always dies.

  So it was his kindness to make her live more comfortably during this time.

  Xie Yunting picked her up, and under Gao Jixiang's guarded eyes, he couldn't help but said coldly: "The body is like this, and you still let her drink."

  The old eunuch's chrysanthemum face wrinkled.

   Isn't Xie Yunting always wishing for his master's early death?

  Now, what are the cats crying and mice pretending to be merciful for?

   This is not going to attack his little master.

   Xie Yunting didn't think too much about it for a while, he put him on the bed.

  Just as she was about to leave, Bai Weiwei suddenly opened her eyes.

  She looked at him stupidly, his figure reflected in her moist eyes.

  Suddenly she smiled lightly, her blushing face was like a bright peach blossom.

   "Xie Qing, you are here, and accompany me to see how I draw."

  After she finished speaking, she got up in a daze, grabbed Xie Yunting, ran to the other side of the palace, and pulled out another box.

  There are paintings inside.

   "You see, I drew them all. I saw that you draw very well, so I couldn't help but follow suit."

  She took out the painting scroll, opened it to have a look, the breeze was blowing the willows, the boat was standing up, and it was a beautiful scenery.

  These paintings were all painted by the empress in order for the original owner to learn.

  The original owner was studying, while gnashing his teeth to tear off Yunting's authentic paintings. What a hatred and hatred.

  How could Xie Yunting be unfamiliar with his own painting, this is a painting he painted, but this painting was obviously imitated by the little emperor himself.

  Although the aura is lacking, it is very meticulous and serious.

   No matter how hard-hearted a person is, seeing his admirer imitate his paintings so carefully, his heart can't help but warm up.

  【Ding, the hero’s favorability score is minus ten. 】

  Bai Weiwei was so drunk that she even forgot that Xie Yunting was a big traitor.

  She pulled him to talk about her admiration, put the painting in front of him, and took a brush for him to sign.

   "How do you draw, everyone says you draw well, I'm so happy..."

   "I was so happy when you refuted those old rotten woods when you went to court, hahaha..."

   "You don't even wait for me to become the emperor, you will become the biggest official yourself. You are indeed the man I fancy..."

   Xie Yunting has heard a lot of flattery, but he has never heard such a straightforward compliment.

  He bowed his head and couldn't help but look at her carefully, the bitter hatred was gone, and the eyes were full of innocent joy, with a sense of pleasing for no reason.

  Bai Weiwei lowered her voice as she spoke.

   Then he tilted his head, leaning on his shoulder and fell asleep soundly.

   Three shifts in a row. mwah

  (end of this chapter)