Quick Transmigration: Take on Scheming Boss

The words haven't finished, Emperor Jing Mo a look horizontal past.

After staying in the palace for so many years, he naturally understood what the emperor Jing Mo meant. He quickly closed his mouth, left the medicine behind, and then retreated.

Su Yao felt even more strange about this.

Even the imperial doctor is so respectful to the young eunuch named Desheng. What's his status?

Is it a royal family?

Or is he the son of emperor Jingmo?

At the thought of this possibility, Su Yao couldn't help but want to jump up and break the casserole.

But now he is playing the role of an injured man who is in a coma for blocking an arrow. If he wakes up so soon, it will certainly arouse the suspicion of others, so I'll leave this question for later

After the maids left, Emperor Jing Mo got on the carriage and stared at Su Yao for a long time.

Just when Su Yao was seen by him and wanted to jump up, Emperor Jing Mo had an action. He reached out and untied Su Yao's button, ready to help him with the medicine.

Now that you close your eyes, other senses are stronger.

Su Yao clearly felt that his hand had touched his skin, which made him nervous, but he didn't know why.

The emperor felt that Su Yao's temperature was abnormally low, like a cold.

And now the weather is so hot, but he did not sweat a drop, and even there is a faint fragrance on his body.

If you just hold him like this, it must be very comfortable.

Dijingmo has always been a man of vigorous and resolute conduct, and what he wants to do must be done.

So, in Su Yao's uneasiness, he reached out and held him in his arms.

Su Yao was ignorant.

Why does Desheng suddenly embrace himself?

Isn't he a pure boy?

Is he not afraid that this matter will be killed after being known by the tyrant of emperor Jing Mo?

Su Yao had a lot of questions in his heart, but after smelling the sandalwood like aroma on emperor Jing Mo, he went to sleep.

By the time he woke up again, it was a little dark.

But this is not the point, the point is that his head is actually pillow on the knee of emperor Jing Mo, and this whole is several hours.

Su Yao got up quickly. He looked at the knee of emperor Jing Mo and said with embarrassment, "father Desheng, is there nothing wrong with your knee?"

"Nothing." The emperor Jing Mo shook his head, "Mr. Su, it's late now. You must be hungry too. Let the slave serve you."

After hearing this, Su Yao noticed that some food had been put on the small table, although he had never seen it before. Of course, just looking at the shape and color matching, he thought it must be delicious.

"I'll eat it myself. I don't need your help. By the way, you can eat a little too. I can't finish all these things by myself. "

"Mr. Su, if you hadn't saved Nu just now, she would have lost her life. If you don't do something for Mr. Su, you will have a bad conscience all your life. "

Su Yao frowned, "I don't need you to repay me, and I don't like to be watched when I eat, so I can't eat. As for the thing that I saved you, you don't have to care, because as long as it's a person, I will save you. "

Emperor Jing Mo suddenly laughed, "if it's a heinous person, will you save Mr. Su?"