Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Wei Shimu did not argue this time.

What if Lu Liluo hasn't let it go and is just secretly observing his performance?

The script Wei Shimu had been creating in his mind for the coming time was to create an image for Lu Liluo of a girl who was devoted to reform, suffered unfair treatment, and was weak, kind, yet strong.

Just like after the incident with Xiao Zhengjing, he was sent to the small courtyard by Prince Jian. Didn’t he successfully turn things around by relying on this trick?

It will definitely work this time too.

The only difference was that at that time he was just pretending to farm and doing it for show.

Now we have to really work.

Regardless of what he thought, Wei Shimu had to continue working in the afternoon under the scorching sun and on an empty stomach. If he could look in the mirror, he would know that his image at this time was far different from what he had imagined.

His hair was disheveled, and his white shirt and socks had already become extremely dirty.

After half a day, bean-sized blisters formed on the palms of his hands, and they burned and stung when touched. At night, Wei Shimu finally finished the assigned work before the sun completely set.

It was still too late to go back to the cafeteria this time.

Fortunately, there were still two cold steamed buns and a bowl of cabbage and meat soup in the pot.

Wei Shimu was so hungry that he didn't care whether it was leftovers from others. He grabbed the steamed bun with his hands, dipped it in the meat broth, and gobbled it up.

He returned to the large bunk bed assigned to him, lay on the bed without washing his hands and feet, and soon began to snore.

In this way, driven by food, Wei Shimu's work speed gradually increased, and he was able to eat on time, and his appetite became larger and larger.

Not long after, one day when Wei Shimu was fetching water, he accidentally lowered his head and suddenly saw a dark, strong and fat man in the reflection of the bucket.

Wei Shimu: “…”

Ah ah ah ah ah!

With a loud bang, the bucket fell to the ground. Wei Shimu held his head and screamed, "How could this be? How could this be? I still have a mission to complete. How could it become like this?"

Lu Lanzhi in the palace was also speechless when she heard the news.

She thought about sending Wei Shimu over, and imagined what kind of tragic love and chase-and-escape drama would unfold between Lu Liluo and Wei Shimu, but she never expected that the relationship between the two would end up like this.

Looking at the picture drawn by the secret guard for her, can Wei Shimu, who is so dark and strong, really charm Lu Liluo?

Lu Lanzhi herself began to doubt.

But she didn't wait for the next twist in the story, but instead waited for Lu Liluo himself to sit in front of her.

"My...my dear, I'm doing this...is there something wrong?"

Looking at the woman opposite who was standing at the railing leisurely, enjoying the evening breeze, Lu Lanzhi asked this question haltingly.

One hand was still tightly clutching his loose collar.

It's not that she's timid.

Anyone who is sleeping soundly in a handsome man's bed in the middle of the night and is suddenly dragged out by an expressionless person (puppet) and forced to sit in a cold pavilion would be scared to death.

If she hadn't recognized the person opposite her as Lu Liluo, she would have worried that her innocence would be in jeopardy.

"Of course, I want to talk to His Majesty about the affairs of the country and family," Lu Liluo turned around.

At the same time, he rolled his eyes at her unpromising appearance. Shouldn't this guy be more concerned about his own safety?

"Wh-what national affairs?"

Lu Lanzhi was still a little confused - no matter how big the matter was, she could still obey Lu Liluo, so was there any need to disturb her sweet dreams?

On the stone table in the pavilion was a jade wine pot and several beautiful glass cups. These were all things from Lu Liluo's space. Lu Lanzhi stared at them with her eyes wide open.

"Nothing."

Lu Liluo calmly poured two glasses of wine and pushed one in front of Lu Lanzhi. The rich aroma of the wine immediately filled the pavilion. Lu Lanzhi's eyes lit up instantly.

My hand reached out involuntarily and picked up a glass of wine...

However, Lu Liluo said next: "I just want you to give up the throne of the emperor and let me sit on it."

"Pfft~"

The wine that Lu Lanzhi had just swallowed into her throat suddenly spurted out, and then she lowered her head and bent over, coughing violently, "Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Lu Liluo considerately handed over a handkerchief.

Lu Lanzhi pulled him over and wiped her face roughly, and finally she stopped coughing.

"What did you say just now?" Lu Lanzhi suspected that she might have misheard.

"Please give up the throne and let me sit on it!"

Lu Liluo raised his voice slightly and repeated his words slowly.

"Why why why why..." A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Lanzhi realized how cold the pavilion was. She quickly picked up the glass of wine in front of Lu Liluo and took a sip to warm herself up.

Her lips trembled:

"I'll take that as a joke." Take another sip!

"I'm not kidding..."

Yes, Lu Liluo was a little annoyed by Lu Lanzhi's frequent little actions recently, because her cubs would be born one after another.

If there is no relatively safe and stable environment, I always feel a little sorry for my husbands.

Although she can protect it, the husbands' mood will always be affected, right? Prenatal education for the babies is very important.

Moreover, as the ruler of a country, Lu Lanzhi had every right to do what she wanted in government. As long as it wasn't too extreme, even Lu Liluo couldn't restrict her one by one.

As her power grows, the problems that need to be solved in future dynasty changes will also increase, and it will be the court officials and the people who will be troubled.

It would be better to let her rest early.

"You have already drunk this glass of wine, so I will take it as your consent," Lu Liluo said lightly.

Lu Lanzhi, still holding an empty wine glass in her hand: "......"

Is it too late to spit out this wine and return it to you now?

The Lu Li Luo in her eyes at this moment no longer had any trace of the dandy dude she was familiar with before, and he didn't even look like the "King Yi Zi Bing Xiang" she knew.

She exudes a cool and outstanding aura, as if she was born to be a queen.

In comparison, Lu Lanzhi felt that she was indeed a fake. She had already lost a long time ago, hadn't she? To be precise, she had never won.

Lu Lanzhi's drink was stuck in her throat for a long time.

To swallow, or not to swallow?

However, Lu Liluo spoke again:

"If you really don't agree, here's a glass of wine."

She took out the small white porcelain bottle from her sleeve, which was the poison handed down from the Jinyang Mansion's ancestors. She poured it into another bowl, which was colorless and odorless, just enough for a small cup.

"Drink this cup, and I can immediately change from 'abdication' to 'succession', just like when you were the emperor..."

Lu Lanzhi's pupils suddenly shrank.

Thinking back to the bizarre experience around the time of her mother's death, the hairs on her back instantly stood on end. So... was this the truth of that day?