Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

When she was eager to try, Long Jingyuan pondered for half a second and said, "Well, your martial arts are good, so I'll reward you for waiting in front of you!"

Waiting in front of you?

Isn't that the royal guard of the third grade?

If it is said that the guards with swords in front of the royal family are the descendants of the emperor's confidant ministers, then the imperial guards are really the emperor's confidants.

Because the imperial guards are dedicated to protecting the emperor, they even have the right to freely enter and exit the three palaces and six courtyards, as well as a special token for the imperial use.

Tian Shangshu: "..."

This little prince, is this going against the sky?

It's only a few days.

Is promotion so easy now?

Su Qiao, who just wanted to stay away from this dog man: "..."

Tian Shangshu quietly reminded Su Qiao who was still there: "Little Prince, why don't you thank the Emperor Longen?"

"Thank you, Emperor Ron."

Su Qiao was so angry that she couldn't show any disgust on her face.

It's just that voice, not the slightest joy, but rather weak.

There was a flash of interest in Long Jingyuan's deep eyes, and he hooked his lips indiscernibly: "You don't need to be so moved, you got it all by yourself."

Su Qiao: "..." I touched your sister!

What a mistake!

She really wanted to chop off her hand.

In the exam room that day, why did you draw those pictures because of boredom?

She obviously didn't mean anything, but was misinterpreted by Mrs. Xie and others to answer the question in a special way.

Just misinterpret it, and misinterpret it so lofty.

What is "what the people want, what victory is going to do", what "water can carry a boat, but also capsize it", etc. She doesn't mean that at all, right?

"Be flat." Long Jingyuan didn't care about her in a good mood.

Although he has been promoted again, fortunately, because the hydro-powered windmill has not yet made a sample, Su Qiao can continue to stay in the Ministry of Industry.

It's just that that dog man doesn't have to come to the Ministry of Work all the time, that's even better.

Next, Lord Liu of the Ministry of War also begged the emperor, and Su Qiao went to the Ministry of War to fish for a while.

It wasn't until almost two months later that Su Qiao was reluctant to continue to go to the palace as an errand.

This time, no one dared to trouble her again, and of course, they couldn't find it either.

Because now Su Qiao is a messenger with the emperor.

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On this day, Su Qiao was leaning on the pillar and half squinting, dozing off comfortably, and was suddenly woken up by someone.

She jerked and stood up reflexively.

Long Jingyuan lowered his head and looked at her: "Wipe the saliva."

"Mouth... saliva?" Su Qiao didn't care about the person in front of her, and hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. Only when she noticed the joking smile in the man's eyes did she realize that she was fooled.

She gritted her teeth, wanted to roar but didn't dare to roar, she could only glared at each other.

Long Jingyuan raised his eyebrows: "What? Still want to sleep?"

"What is the emperor's order?"

Su Qiao bit every word so hard that she wanted to bite the man to death.

A dignified emperor, even playing tricks like this, he still has no shame?

The King of Jin, who was sitting in the hall, quickly reminded: "Cough, Su Qiao... Su Xiaoshizi, the emperor is asking you, what do you think about the drought in the north and the flood in the south in our country."

"A humble job to learn..."

Before Su Qiao finished speaking, Long Jingyuan had already taken over.

"I know you can learn amazing things, so that's why I ask."

Su Qiao: "..." She clearly wanted to say that she was ignorant of talent.

Chu Xiang squinted his eyes: "The little prince doesn't need to be humble. If he can come up with such magical things as wind turbines, the little prince must also have a profound research on the problem of droughts in the north and floods in the south."

"..." So, are those pictures still to blame?

Long Jingyuan turned around and sat back behind the imperial table: "Speak well, say yes, I will give you two days off."

Being stared at by the people in the room, Su Qiao couldn't delay any longer.

She gritted her teeth: "Ten days."

Either way, the benefits are still there.

Eunuch Quan: "..."

Somehow.