Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

"I see. Thank you for your instruction."

Jiuji smiles and salutes Zhong Dequan.

Zhong Dequan said with a smile: "your boy will climb along the pole."

Nine Ji see so big room, this is for her to live alone, the heart began to grow big.

She wants power and wants to be like Zhong Dequan.

Now I'm the apprentice of this man. It's a big step.

"Well, you've been tossing about for a while, and have a rest. In the future, the meals will be delivered, so don't go out for three days

"Yes, the apprentice knows."

Jiuji watched Zhong Dequan leave.

After the other party left, the smile on her face slowly dissipated.

It's just the beginning. Don't worry. She has a lot of patience.

Jiuji went into the inner room, and all the beds were packed.

There was a living room and a bedroom for sleeping alone. This was something she did not dare to think about.

In the past ten years, because she had not developed, she never worried about sleeping together with those eunuchs.

With such good conditions now, it will be more convenient in the future.

Jiuji went to the bronze mirror and pulled down her eunuch uniform.

Turn the white back to the bronze mirror.

There is a tattoo on the shoulder, blood red iris pattern.

This is what father-in-law Shan said. She must not be the only one in this palace.

Under the control of others, their own life does not belong to themselves, was pinched in the hands of who do not know.

This makes her how willing, want to get rid of all this, only right can let her do.

……

half a month later.

Today is the day when the emperor goes to Fengqi palace.

Jiuji grinds in front of the table, again and again, without stopping.

The man in front of the desk carefully read the memorial, and his face changed with the contents of the memorial.

She didn't dare to stop before the other party said stop.

Today's Jiuji has changed into a high-class eunuch dress, which is only one level worse than Zhong Dequan's.

"Pa... What a great prime minister!"

Emperor Jing suddenly threw out the memorial in his hand in a low and angry tone.

Jiuji looked up without respect and glanced at each other's face. She saw that her gloomy face was about to drip water.

She stopped and went down to pick up the memorial.

When she got it, the contents of the memorial also reflected in her eyes.

Prime Minister Bai is praised for his virtue. It is said that the prime minister's daily congee is just like the existence of Qingtian master.

Such a prime minister, who has worked hard for the people, is flattered to ask for a reward.

Jiuji picked up the memorial, and the contents were just a bunch of nonsense.

Look at the person who has won the memorial, that is, a new official, who can go to court every day.

When Emperor Jing's anger came out, the fire in his heart almost dissipated.

He picked up the warm tea and drank it slowly.

Jiuji put the memorial to one side, then no longer grinding, but standing behind Jingdi.

Put the tea aside, Emperor Jing asked casually: "how is your master?"

Jiuji bent his waist, "back to the emperor, still cough more than usual, drink more medicine will be good."

"Well."

Just the last day, Zhong Dequan suddenly fell ill.

This is afraid of the emperor's illness, immediately moved out of the palace.

Even if emperor Jing stopped him, he didn't leave him behind.

Zhong Dequan kowtowed in the Qianqing palace with illness, and his head was bleeding. Emperor Jing had to release the man from the Qianqing palace.