The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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"not in the mood."

Fu Sheng actually had a headache and felt a little stuffy in his chest.

But this should be the sequelae of staying up all night, just rest for a while.

She just kept thinking about what method to use to change this situation.

The past can't be changed, now,

How can I make up for the harm I have suffered?

Fu Sheng withered.

[Miss, how about... you go out to relax? 】

It was the first time that Tuanzi saw her so decadent, and felt a little worried.

"...No, I'm tired."

Fu Sheng felt bored and flustered.

【Then... madam, are you still going tonight? 】

"go."

Before she thought of a good solution, she wanted to help him drive away his nightmares every night.

[Then are you still in the dream of fragments? 】

"..." Fu Sheng was silent.

"I have no idea."

It hurts to enter,

If you don't enter, you will not be able to understand his past, and it will be uncomfortable.

Fu Sheng rubbed his head, feeling that his head hurt even more.

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【Madam, let's cheer up! The fragmented past may be very sad, but you can help him get over this knot! 】

"……How to help?"

Fusheng was listless, with no fighting spirit.

The dumpling choked, [... emm...]

How can I help...

"All I can help is to drive him away from the nightmare. I can't help anything else."

"... Forget it, I'd better sleep."

The more Fu Sheng thought about it, the more sad he became.

"Xiao Cui, Bengong, take a nap, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, ma'am."

Xiao Cui walked out understandingly.

Fusheng walked to the bed, lay down, and covered her head with the quilt.

Um,

Don't think about anything.

Get some sleep and everything will be fine.

Fu Sheng paralyzed herself like this.

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Royal study.

The emperor was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and sat on a dragon chair. The embroidered dragon patterns on his body were exquisite.

He lowered his head slightly, the crimson beads on the diadem were shaking slightly, and his voice was clean and clear.

His narrow and indifferent eyebrows carried a bit of tyrannical and ruthless hostility, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss, quietly watching the memorial in front of him, not showing any joy or anger.

The slender and fair fingers clasped gently, with little force, but they were able to penetrate the hearts of the ministers present.

The person who handed in the memorial below was already sweating coldly on his back.

His legs were trembling constantly, as if he was in extreme fear.

At this time, Eunuch Li, who was waiting on the sidelines, would lower his head, hold his whisk, and keep silent.

In the main hall, it was so quiet that it seemed that one could hear a needle drop.

For a long time,

Just when the person submitting the memorial felt that he was going to die,

The emperor who couldn't express his joy and anger finally put down the memorial, his voice was light,

"that's all."

The minister was instantly relieved.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to jump up excitedly,

This is the 121st day he has survived safely,

keep it up!

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll do it immediately."

The minister hurriedly kowtowed and saluted.

"Today's discussion, is there anyone else to advise?"

Eunuch Li asked, flicking his whisk.

The ministers were silent for a moment, and no one made a sound.

The emperor leaned back on the dragon chair slowly, sizing up everyone with cold eyes.