Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

At the beginning, the emperor put her into the dungeon without any evidence.

But now he looks like a hypocrite, asking her what wrongs she has suffered, and who will he take revenge on her.

Muyun an managed his sleeve way, "I was wronged in the dungeon."

The emperor's mouth drew. Mu'an didn't know how to get down the donkey. He was so low-key that she couldn't get down the steps.

But what can he do if he asks for help.

"Who was wronged by you?" The emperor asked patiently.

Muyun wiped his eyes and said, "emperor, I'm wronged. You see, I've been locked up in the dungeon for so long. Now I'm pale and my feet are empty. I'm afraid I'll be ill for some time."

When you fall ill for a while, the high priest's body will be cold!

The emperor looked at mu yun'an's ruddy face, a pair of healthy can no longer healthy appearance, where is the pale face, the footsteps of vain to die?

Obviously, I know what he means and want to blackmail him.

The emperor forbeared and forbeared, "it's my fault. I can make it up to you for anything you want."

Muyun'an chuckled, regardless of a group of Ministers beside him, quietly approached the emperor's ear and asked, "I want that chair, do you want to compensate me?"

"Presumptuous!" As soon as the emperor threw his sleeve, a strong wind came and pushed muyun'an two meters away.

The emperor is also a man of great skill.

What is the most important thing in his heart? It's his throne, his country, or else he would not bear so much temper and call mu yun'an out of the dungeon.

Now what does mu yun'an want? His royal chair!

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it.

I'm afraid muyun'an is looking for death!

The emperor is about to make a fuss, Mu Yun wrongly curled his lips, "emperor, what's this angry with? Don't you say anything can make it up to me? "

Can he not be angry? The throne is gone.

"It's said that on the birthday of the emperor, the Minister of the Secretary of state sent a chair made of millennial cold jade, which is very useful for warming up the body. I'm a waste material and can't practice. If I want to strengthen my body, will the emperor not give me a chair?" Mu yun'an looked at the emperor with a smile, and then finished his speech.

After listening to Mu yun'an's explanation, the emperor's face was relieved. He misunderstood that he wanted the chair made of the thousand year old cold jade, not his throne.

But when he thought about it, the emperor's heart was very painful. The thousand year old Hanyu's chair was a good thing. He planned to put it in his study and keep it for his own use.

I didn't expect that mu'an would go as soon as he opened his mouth, but compared with any chair, the life of the high priest was the most important.

So the emperor breathed a sigh of relief, "it's my fault that you've suffered so much. I'll give you the chair if you want it."

Muyun'an nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the minister who was staring around.

"Emperor, I have something to say to the emperor alone. Please avoid it."

"..." the ministers' faces turned green in a moment, and they became idlers. The man who had just been put into the dungeon became a distinguished guest.

Now it was time to use muyun'an, so the emperor waved back those ministers, knowing muyun'an was a scrap, and the Emperor didn't worry about assassinating him or anything.