He was born a weed.

Even if you want to grow upward, you can't resist strong winds and showers, and bend your waist in the wind and rain.

Qin Hao bent down, squatted on the ground, and was a royal nobleman, personally picking up the debris on the ground, scraping the ointment on the ground little by little.

The palace people couldn't bear to look away.

But no one dares to say that one is not.

Chu Zhiyu sensitively sensed the-for-tat atmosphere, and she looked at Qin Hao, who was squatting down to pick up pieces but was accidentally scratched.

Seeing that he didn't feel pain, he continued to pick it up without changing his face.

Naturally, she wouldn't do anything to squat down and help Qin Hao together, that would only anger the tyrant even more.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, the concubine is waiting for you to rest."

It would be good if Qin Hao could be less unbearable in front of these palace people.

Chu Zhiyu approached Qin Sheng slightly.

Qin Sheng didn't move like a mountain, didn't pay attention to Chu Zhiyu, but looked at Qin Hao, who was squatting on the ground, without an image, silent and silent.

Looking at the shards stained red by his blood.

Suddenly smiled.

"Look, that's not where it comes in handy, and it's the best use of things."

Fang Cai also said that such an inferior ointment was not worthy of being given to Chu Zhiyu.

At this moment, he said that this thing is the best use of what Qin Hao said.

Qin Sheng has always poked people's hearts, making people get caught in the lifeline and be in pain.

Qin Hao is just a teenager no matter what, where can he calm down, he endured his anger and unwillingness, and used his strength in his hands.

The pain caused by the sharp porcelain slices penetrating his palm made him feel happy and weak.

“…… Be. ”

His voice seemed to be blown away by the night wind passing through the forest.

He let go of his palm, letting the bloodstained splinters slide down, and numbly smeared his muddy hand with the dirty ointment on the ground.

The ointment was long gone, and it was stained with dirt and gravel.

Qin Hao didn't feel it.

Again, and again, he grossly touched the ointment mixed with sand and gravel to his wound.

It hurts, it hurts.

But he could only ache.

Qin Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at him heavily, with the warning of death and the arrogance and disdain of the superior.

Humble as an ant.

Yes, Qin Hao has never been taken seriously by him.

Qin Hao remembered his biological mother's lowly identity, and his hand exposed to the moonlight suddenly seemed to be burned, and he trembled and withdrew it.

However, no one cared about the turmoil in his heart.

Qin Sheng and Chu Zhiyu walked away,

After Chu Zhiyu walked out of this path, she glanced back.

I only saw a figure half-crouched in place, getting smaller and smaller.

"Reluctantly?"

The tyrant's dangerous breath hit Chu Zhiyu's ears.

Sanshui and other palace people have withdrawn, and even the orchid leaves have been forcibly taken away by Sanshui.

The two of them were the only ones left in this space.

"Nope."

Qin Sheng grabbed her wrist, and the force made Chu Zhiyu suspect that her wrist bone was about to be crushed by him.

"Release, it hurts."

"Does the fox demon feel pain too?"

Chu Zhiyu looked at him strangely, "Why don't you feel pain if you have flesh and blood?" ”

Qin Sheng suddenly said, "So you feel distressed when you look at him?" ”

“？？？”

The unrelated sentence made Chu Zhiyu stunned.

She wrinkled her eyebrows incomprehensibly, "Distressed? ”

"I hate people who lie the most, don't you stare at him like that?"

"There is so much blood and a lot of waste, I didn't eat much at the banquet, the dishes are cold, and when I smell blood, I am naturally even more hungry."

Chu Zhiyu was confused by him all night.

I can't help but show my slightly sharp canine teeth in intimidation.

"Your Majesty cares so much, why don't you let the concubine relieve her cravings and pad her stomach?"

This time it was King Qin's turn unexpectedly.

(End of chapter)