I dressed as a witch doll

When Chang An was standing outside the hall and waiting, seeing Chang Xiaosui and his party approaching from a distance, he couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart.

This kid really has never seen the world. Even a doll can make him serve such a big battle. I don't know how many times he will attract attention in the palace for no reason.

It's just that he didn't dare to delay any longer, took the box and gave him a hard look, leaving Chang Xiaosui with a dazed expression on his face, and hurried in with the box in his hand.

Wen Chi naturally wouldn't know how other people were feeling. For him, this was nothing more than another difficult day of survival.

When he was sent in, the emperor didn't seem to be very happy, he threw an approved book aside, raised his eyes and glanced over coldly.

Wen Chi couldn't help shivering, remembering the fear of being controlled by the opponent's fingers yesterday.

It's just strange that after he was put on the table, the other party didn't make a move immediately.

On the contrary, the man seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly said: "Although Concubine Ning is playing with witches and Gu in the palace, she is guilty of all the crimes. However, Duke Ning has made great contributions to this dynasty, and I can't bear to blame him.

"Furthermore, I am grateful for Duke Ning's love for his daughter, so I specifically allow him to bring back Concubine Ning's body and allow him to have a decent funeral. That's all—the love I have with her."

When it comes to the last word "enai", the ending sound is very intriguing.

Hearing this, Wen Chi still felt that this person had some conscience, but when he raised his eyes and saw that the person said this, the smile that didn't reach his eyes was actually full of malice.

Wen Chi broke out in a cold sweat.

**What I am afraid of is that I am frightened by the unkindness in the other party's eyes.

But Chang An knew where His Majesty's malice was.

In Fengchao's funeral, there is a step where relatives watch the last side of the deceased.

The so-called "decent funeral", of course, cannot miss this step.

But Concubine Ning was burned to death in a tragic manner, but her body never turned into ashes.

In such a situation, I am afraid that many spectators will have nightmares when they go back, and the Ningguo Mansion will not be able to lift its head up in other mansions from now on.

It's just that no matter what the purpose of this decree is, Chang An immediately sent people down to deliver the decree.

After giving this order to make him feel happy, Emperor Gan Cheng ignored Wen Chi again, and continued to process the memorial with his head bowed.

Wen Chi lay there with a dazed face, his body was very stiff after sleeping all day, and he really wanted to do a set of military boxing, but he couldn't do it.

He really wanted to ask the other party why he was called over so early in the morning and why he was not allowed to work.

I don't know if lying down like this is more tiring than punching?

In fact, it's not impossible for him to move now, the eunuchs around him all lowered their heads and dared not look up.

The only one who can see him is the emperor, but the emperor is working with his head down, so he may not see him move his hands and feet a little.

However——Wen Chi didn't have the guts.

The little bit of courage he gained yesterday due to exhaustion had already left home when he saw the other party's sinister look.

So he could only curse his mother fiercely in his heart, while lying there cowardly and pretending to be raped by others.

However, the emperor did not let him go because of his cleverness.

Although the other party hadn't played with him all morning, Wen Chi was keenly aware that the man's eyes would glance over him sinisterly from time to time.

Damn, the feeling of waiting for execution is even more uncomfortable than being executed.

When Wen Chi's nerves were so tense that he wanted to poke his opponent's dog's eyes violently, the sword of Damocles finally fell.

The dog threw out the last memorial, raised his hand and gave Wen Chi a finger on the head, "Get up, do a jump."

It made Wen Chi's head buzz.

Convex (fuck dish)

Wen Chi gave a middle finger viciously in his heart.

This animal can't talk well!

But then Wen Chi felt a little hesitant in his heart.

Brother, why are so many people watching?

Is this really okay?

The other party managed to drive those people out yesterday, and now it's like this--they will throw him into the brazier after the dance, right?

But after looking at the emperor for a while, he saw that the other party impatiently picked up the small bottle again to threaten him.

Wen Chi couldn't help cursing in his heart, but at the same time got up reluctantly, turned out of the box with his stubby hands and feet, and hit the military fist after falling on the table.

This time, Chang An and the other eunuchs really scared their jaws off.

Cautious as usual, An also stared blankly at the moving straw man, forgetting to look away.

Emperor Qian Cheng, who was happily enjoying his lunch break, suddenly turned cold.

"Get out!" he rebuked in a deep voice.

The sound was not loud, but the deterrence mixed with it was like the roar of a ferocious beast, which woke everyone up at once.

Even Wen Chi's movements paused.

With a pale face, Chang An quickly led the people away.

Wen Chi Haoxuan didn't forget the movements. After completing a set with difficulty, he stood there for a moment before turning around and walking back.

The character he set for himself is a wind-up doll, so that he will not shock the world, so he needs to be strict in doing things now.

But when he was halfway there, he suddenly "slapped" and fell to the ground, slamming his jaw heavily on the table.

Wen Chi shook his dizzy head, pouted his buttocks and half propped up his body to look back quietly, and he saw the emperor's fingers pressed on his robe feet cheaply.

Facing Shang Wenchi's gaze, the other party shamelessly demanded, "One more."

Come to Nima!

Wen Chi roared in his heart.

He has never seen such a cheap person, who is flicking his forehead and pressing his robe feet!

Three-year-olds know how to cherish toys better than him!

Enduring his dizzy head, Wen Chi gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the other party.

As if feeling the villain's anger, Qian Chengdi retracted his fingers embarrassingly, put his fist on his mouth and coughed lightly.

snort!

Wen Chili ignored the other party, turned back indifferently, stood up with the support of his stubby limbs, walked to the edge of the box, and planned to turn inside.

To be honest, the side of the box is actually a bit high for him.

It’s okay to turn it out from the inside, there are cushions inside, and the height difference is still small.

Turning from the outside to the inside, success depends on luck.

But who is he?

Athletes Wen Xiaochi!

There is really no wall in this world that he cannot overcome!

Wen Chi stood on the edge of the box, jumped neatly, and his arms easily supported the edge of the box.

Then his two short straw legs hopped lightly underneath, quickly stepped on the wall of the box, and wanted to rely on friction to climb up!

It's a pity that last night when Chang Xiaosui was on duty, he had nothing to do. Although he didn't dare to touch the contents inside, he used good osmanthus oil very diligently, and took good care of the outside of the box——

As a result, Wen Chi, who was in sight of victory, had his feet—in fact, he had no feet at all, just the lower ends of two thick straw legs—but he slid slowly and helplessly down the wall of the box.

Wen Chi, who was hanging on the wall of the box, changed his expression a few times, and he kicked and rubbed up a few times not to be outdone.

But no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't been able to stop his downward trend——

When the strength in his hands was gradually exhausted, his whole body made another "slap", and fell against the wall of the box in embarrassment.

The moment he landed, Wen Chi's head was in a daze.

In the past, he had always been a leader in sports, not to mention such a small box less than ten centimeters, even a three-meter-high wall, he could easily climb up.

But now-

Although the situation was different, Wen Chi's self-esteem was still greatly traumatized.

"laugh--"

There was a piercing laughing sound like a flat tire coming from behind You Qi, and the schadenfreude in it was like a needle, piercing Wen Chi's fragile masculine self-esteem heavily.

Wen Chi knelt there, his chest throbbing, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Then he didn't even look at the other person, he got up and jumped again, his arms rested on the wall of the box again, and his legs continued to kick up!

He didn't believe it, he couldn't turn over this small box!

Emperor Gan Cheng sat there with his elbows on the armrest of the chair and his chin in one hand, looking at the little puppet made of hay like that, and competed with the box.

Its two small arms stretched over the box, its buttocks pouted, and its short legs kicked faster than anyone else.

That menacing look almost seemed to break the box.

The more Qian Chengdi looked at it, the larger the arc of his mouth became.

Seeing the back, Qian Chengdi trembled slightly in order to hold back his laughter.

Finally, when the other party was about to fall again, Qian Chengdi suppressed his smile, stretched out his hand very kindly, and lightly supported the other party's little buttocks.

The little man was quite strong, and with his support, he actually turned it inside with a force.

It's just that when the other party stood still in the box and Youyou turned around to look at him, Qian Chengdi felt strangely that the other party didn't seem very happy.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw that villain jumped into the box again, touched the top cover of the box with a hook, and then closed the box cover hard in front of him!

Emperor Gan Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing!