Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

"You'd better not." Xiao Jue took back the machete and began to play with the fingers on his fingers. It was the congratulatory gift given by the crown prince Xiao Chengyin at the banquet.

"I like it very much. You have a heart."

Ji Rao bit her teeth and didn't dare to speak.

When Xiao Jue left, Ji Rao, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed on the ground, and his breath finally came down.

As soon as the consciousness relaxed, the shoulder wound hurt badly. Just think about Xiao Jue's behavior of tearing his flesh and blood, Ji Rao's back would be cold.

Over the years, he also understood that Xiao Jue loved and hated him, and was reluctant to kill him, but he could torture him. He seemed to be keen on this kind of torture, and the next day he would ask people to bring good healing medicine.

Before Ji Rao could catch his breath, he heard a light footstep behind him.

He turned his head abruptly, aiming at the visitor.

Gao ziyue.

The moon white straight front robe, the collar and cuffs are embroidered with Tengyun bamboo leaves and silver rolling, the Royal Blue auspicious cloud pattern wide jade belt, the hollow silver crown bundle hair, on which is embedded a valuable blue pearl jade, the eyebrows and eyes are like ink paintings, the temples are like knives, the skin is like cream, and the eyes seem to have flowing light, which can give people a warm and smiling feeling even if they don't smile.

Four years ago, the young man who saw him as a sycophant has grown into a gentle figure in ink painting.

"It's you?" Gao ziyue's brow slightly wrinkled. He was passing by, and he didn't want to see a person sitting here. He thought it would be someone in the palace who was in trouble. He didn't expect that it would be Ji Rao, the emperor's favorite minister who was afraid of by all the important ministers in the court.

"Why are you here?"

Ji Rao slowly stood up. Gao ziyue saw the wound on Ji Rao's shoulder.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." Ji Rao dusted his clothes, as if he could not feel the pain of the wound on his shoulder. "I'm leaving."

"Ji Rao, you are Did the emperor do it? "

Ji Rao took a look at Gao ziyue. "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Gao ziyue."

Gao ziyue looked at Ji Rao with little understanding. "I know that you have pen and ink in your stomach. You have foresight and great knowledge. Why do you want to be a treacherous and sycophantic minister that ten thousand people scold? There are so many capable people with lofty ideals in front of the court, who are loyal to the country and serve the country faithfully. Isn't it more promising? "

Ji Rao seemed to be amused. He chuckled.

This is the first time that Gao ziyue has seen Ji Rao smile. Ji Rao is always respectful.

Ji Rao tilted his head and looked at him, "Mr. Gao, the slave is not the same person as you. You were born with a golden spoon. You have a good journey and a smooth career. If you do anything wrong, your father and grandfather will help you clean up the mess behind you. You can have countless opportunities to come back. You can be your loyal minister and be praised by thousands of people, but not a slave. "

Ji Rao's mouth opened with a smile. "I never think that there is any difference between praise and spit. What's the difference between the name behind me and me? I can't take anything away when I die like a lamp out. I don't have so many opportunities. If I take a wrong step, I will lose my head. You only need to be the only son of your family, and you can enjoy everything. What the slave has is earned by the slave with his own life. The slave has nothing and doesn't care about fame. What the slave wants is simply to live. "