The little fox raised his head and smiled harmlessly at King Qin.

Qin Sheng's eyelids jumped inexplicably.

Chu Zhiyu turned into a rabbit in the next second, and quickly buried her head in the quilt, the silk broke, and the sound of the golden wire collapsing sounded in the room.

Qin Sheng: ......

The rest were dumbfounded.

Hu Weiwei immediately dispelled the idea of touching the little fox, "I didn't expect it to be quite fierce...... Tempered ha. ”

Sanshui hurriedly stepped forward, "Ouch, little ancestor, this quilt is the silk of Jiangnan tribute, and it was woven by the best embroidery girl in the capital for half a year to make the quilt, ouch can't be torn!" Can't tear it! ”

His distressed baby face was crumpled.

While trying to stop it, he didn't dare to do it.

Why?

Of course, it was because His Majesty the Venerable King of Qin was still under the quilt, and it was not proper for him to lift the quilt with his hands.

Of course, it's because this mischievous little fox is still His Majesty's palm pet, and he can't be beaten!

Chu Zhiyu swore that she saw a flash of distress on Qin Sheng's dark face.

So she was even more motivated to destroy, even if she ended up grinning with a mess of threads wrapped around her paws.

King Qin sat up and watched quietly as the fox who owed a lesson finished ruining his quilt.

When the little fox was tired, he died down.

He asked lightly, "Don't make trouble?" ”

Chu Zhiyu calmly lowered her head and tried to untie the silk thread wrapped around her claws.

"Why don't you make a fuss?"

King Qin asked lightly again, this time it made Chu Zhiyu's back tremble, and she raised her head keenly and met King Qin's eyes.

The ink rolled, his eyebrows were frosty, and with a lift of his hand, he threw the destroyed and disfigured silk to the ground.

Even the little fox with it was flipped to the ground.

"Since you like to make trouble so much, then I'll let you make enough trouble."

Qin Sheng instructed, "Sanshui, take the silk thread and gold thread." ”

"Yes."

Sanshui glanced sympathetically at the little fox who didn't know what fate he was about to face, and quickly took the two things that King Qin wanted.

With the lessons of the past, Chu Zhiyu thought that according to King Qin's temper, he would let himself pull the silk thread until he was tired.

But when she saw Qin Wang Jun getting down from the bed with dignity and looking at her condescendingly with a silk thread, she realized that she was too naïve.

Why should we speculate on the actions of tyrants with ordinary people's thoughts?

According to the temper of the King of Qin?

King Qin's temper is moody, unpredictable, and freewheeling, how to follow his temper?

At this point, it's too late to escape.

Chu Zhiyu was pulled by the king of Qin The golden chain on his feet, he buckled it with a long chain, and the buckle was closed, Chu Zhiyu was locked and had nowhere to escape.

One lap.

Two laps.

Three laps.

……

Chu Zhiyu gradually couldn't move, and was wrapped by the King of Qin with silk thread and gold wire, which resembled a large silkworm chrysalis with white and gold ties.

Only a fox head was pitifully exposed.

King Qin flicked his fingers, and when he saw that the little fox was biting his teeth in pain, he was in a better mood.

Squatting in front of it, admiring her immobility.

"Is it fun?"

Hehe.

The corners of Qin Sheng's mouth rose, "I think it's funny." ”

Hu Weiwei remembered her painful experience when she was a child, "That, Your Majesty, the courtiers suddenly remembered that the sun was out outside, and the clothes should be taken to the yard to dry, you have fun, the courtiers retired!" ”

With that, she ran away.

Leaving Chu Zhiyu and King Qin looking at each other.

Chu Zhiyu was bulging, and her claws were wrapped too tightly to be useless at all.

King Qin was refreshed, lay back on the bed comfortably, and took a new quilt, "Tired, rest, don't disturb." ”

Chu Zhiyu: ?

Useless stuff, wrap me up like this, and you still have the face to say you're tired.