The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 194

[Article 194]

He slapped hard.

Kevin turned his head and found that it was Mio who was swimming over with a wine glass.

“Aren’t your hands and feet weak and unable to move around? Why are you still alive at this time?” Mio, who had been a shield for more than a month, squinted at him with dissatisfaction.

Kevin spread his hands very calmly: “I’m fine now.”

Mio: “What about tomorrow?”

“Oh, it depends on the state of tomorrow, I’m intermittent, it’s hard to say.” Kevin opened his eyes She was talking nonsense with her eyes open, and her face was not even red.

“Eh? When are you going to live in the military camp? I heard that the little highness is pestering you every day to keep you from leaving?” Mio asked vaguely with a piece of bacon in his mouth.

Xenia did pester him badly before, but it wasn’t Xenia who pestered him these two days.

In fact, after Osvid woke up yesterday, Kevin had nothing to worry about, so he planned to go back to the military camp, but in order to coax him to stay in the Hanging Palace, someone did everything possible, and he was extremely rogue.

When Kevin finally nodded and agreed, the shameless thing actually put away the rogue’s face again, raised his chin, and said “since you are so sincere, I will let you stay here for one night”. , I don’t know what disease this is, it’s very naive.

Kevin rubbed his brows and nodded, saying, “Yeah, in two days, I will try to find a way to ask the doctor to order yào, give him a bowl, and be dizzy for seven or eight days.”

Mio: “Fuck yào?!”

Kevin raised his eyebrows: “You can’t do duyào, right?”

Mio: “…” What is it like to be a jerk?

That’s it!

“What about Your Majesty? How is the situation today?” As a loyal general, Mio expressed moderate concern for the emperor at his head.

However, the people who were questioned ran the train with their mouths full, and they didn’t say anything serious.

Kevin drank the remaining fruit wine in the glass, and said casually: “It’s been a day, seeing who bites who, I almost can’t tie it up, I fed him a handful of yào and came over.”

Mio: ” …” What did you say?

!

“Oh, just kidding, your humor is dead, Lord Mio Scott?” Kevin slowly ate a plate of fried fire scallops, wiped his hands with a napkin, and drank among the many varieties of fruit wine. He chose the ones that tasted good and looked good, and said to Miao: “Your Majesty expresses deep regret for not being able to participate in the celebration—” It means having a day.

“Mentioned to me, Ian, and Peter who came over in the morning, so everyone must have a good time.”

Kevin recounted it in a more acceptable way for Mio, and then he said, “You can go to see him later if you have a drink. He sleeps late anyway.”

He said With these words, he decisively picked two glasses from the rows of wine glasses, greeted Mio, and left the hall before the demons came to drink.

Kevin returned to the inner courtyard with two glasses of fruit wine and went straight into the emperor’s bedroom.

Osvid was leaning on the head of the bed and flipping through an old book. From the side, it was thick enough to smash people to death. Except for the “Calendar”, there would be no second possibility.

One end of an iron chain was cuffed to his left wrist, and the other end was tied to a copper post at the head of the bed.

The chain was long enough for Osvid to go around the room a full circle, but he couldn’t get out.

When Kevin tied him up, he refused, but when Kevin threw him a “reciprocity”, he obediently accepted his fate.

Handcuffs are handcuffs, right is fun.

“Yo – Your Excellency Commander still knows to come back.” Osvid lifted his eyelids from the book, and stabbed in a lukewarm sentence, “I thought you were handcuffed and irresponsible, so you turned around and ran away.”

Kai Wen raised the two glasses of wine in his hands and said, “I don’t say anything else, I still have a conscience. After all, it’s an annual festival, and it’s really miserable not to see a glass of wine. Come on. , pick a glass.”

Chapter 75

Osvid glanced at him suspiciously, and when his eyes fell on the two cups, a row of large characters was brightly brushed on his face: Which of the two cups should I drink more slowly?

Kevin sat down on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, crossed his legs, and said angrily: “What kind of eyes are you? It seems like I’m going to have a dummy in it. Is my character so uneasy for you?”

“No Don’t worry.” Osvid shook his head, “It’s you who has no character at all.” Kevin raised his

foot and

gave it to him: “The wings are hard and I don’t want to kill you.”

It was very perfunctory. Obviously, even he himself felt that Osvid’s words made sense.

However, such a perfunctory kick is still not enough.