"Let go!"

"Why are you arresting Hongu?!"

"It's you! It must be you who colluded with this eunuch to frame this palace and hold Your Majesty hostage! ”

The spearhead suddenly pointed at Chu Zhiyu, who was innocently watching the play.

Chu Zhiyu frowned, her chest tightened, and she was shaking, "Wronged, sister, don't spew blood." ”

Concubine Rong was not lightly angered by her coy attitude, Sanshui is His Majesty's person, and he will never look at the face of any concubine in the harem.

recalled that he was able to go in because Concubine Chu and Sanshui colluded.

"You betrayed the King of Qin, betrayed Great Qin, wolf ambition, did you vote for Nanliang?!"

Sanshui: ......

Faced with Concubine Rong's accusations, Sanshui only felt funny.

"The master of the slave is only King Qin, you should save your efforts, and have a good chat with Lord Qin when you get to the Imperial Prison."

Qin Yu?

That madman who is cruel and tells people to survive and not to die?!

Concubine Rong struggled violently and was dragged away.

"The Rong family will not give up!"

"This palace is the daughter of the Rong family, you dare to throw this palace into the edict!"

……

Sanshui snorted lightly, "Rong family? ”

He could not hide his contempt and disgust.

Chu Zhiyu blinked, "This palace remembers that the Rong family is your Great Qin generation of wealthy family, a prosperous family, doesn't my father-in-law need to think twice?" ”

"Whoever dares to murder His Majesty, the edict is his only place."

Not to mention that this Rong family is intertwined, and the roots at the bottom have long been rotten and stinky.

His Majesty has long wanted to pull out the Rong family.

Chu Zhiyu smiled and said nothing, this is Daqin's state affairs, and she doesn't care.

"Your Majesty is calmer now?"

Sanshui's face fell, "Please also ask Niang Niang to help Your Majesty." ”

According to Da Wu's words, it is natural that Chu Zhiyu needs to feed King Qin with fingertip blood every day.

Chu Zhiyu: ......

Her fingertips began to hurt again.

Spiritual power, where is the blood flowing out, it is clearly her precious condensed spiritual power!

Chu Zhiyu didn't know for a while whether it was earned by herself who relied on King Qin's dragon qi to cultivate, or whether King Qin, who directly drank the blood of his fingertips every day and absorbed the essence of his spiritual energy.

Why is there a feeling of diligent cultivation, and in the end it is all for King Qin to make a wedding dress?

The dagger slashed through the fingertips, and beads of blood fell brightly into the pitch-black medicine bowl.

Chu Zhiyu sucked the residual blood on her fingertips painfully.

Can't afford to waste it.

They are all treasures in the demon clan.

Sanshui carefully helped King Qin to sit up, "Niangniang." ”

“…… Here it comes. ”

It's a tiring life.

He was widowed at a young age, and he had to serve a man who had been bedridden for many days.

Laborious.

Life is also bitter.

Chu Zhiyu's movements were a little rusty at first, but by the end, she was familiar with the road.

There was even a spare hand, pinching a handkerchief for Qin Sheng to wipe the liquid medicine that accidentally flowed down.

Feeding an unconscious patient is a test of endurance, he swallows slowly, and can only feed it little by little.

I also have to go out of my way to help him wipe the water that runs from the corners of his lips.

Sanshui has everything in full view.

Even if they are in different camps, they have a better impression of this Concubine Chu in their hearts.

After feeding King Qin, Chu Zhiyu felt a sore back because she had been leaning forward slightly.

She pinched her waist, and suddenly felt like she had a long road ahead.

A bowl of steaming tonic soup suddenly appeared in front of him, and Chu Zhiyu looked at Sanshui suspiciously.

Sanshui smiled softly, "Niangniang has worked hard, this is a decoction to nourish blood, and the slave specially ordered the people in the imperial dining room to make it, you can taste it." ”

"Hongu drink?"

Sanshui gave a positive look.

Chu Zhiyu took a deep breath.

This is by no means an ordinary decoction, it carries Sanshui's full gratitude and concern for her, and Chu Zhiyu doesn't delve into what is in it.

I pinched my nose and drank it.

(End of chapter)