Chu Zhiyu keenly smelled a thick bloody aura from King Qin's body.

She had just eaten minced meat, and now she was aroused by the bloody qi on King Qin's body.

Only she and the tyrant were left in the palace.

Chu Zhiyu originally wanted to take the opportunity to provoke King Qin and let him confine himself to the Fuyuan Palace for a few months, so that the golden cicada would leave the palace.

But she glanced at King Qin, who was wrapped in blood, and still dispelled this thought.

King Qin will not be merciful when punishing people, and she will lose her head at every turn, so she still doesn't gamble on this possibility.

"The life of the concubine is moisturizing, I don't know who is the owner of this harem, seriously injured in bed, surrounded by beauties, and even personally cooked and fed, more moisturizing than me."

Qin Sheng saw that she didn't have her own life as if she was enjoying it even more, and he felt all kinds of feelings in his heart.

His gaze swept over Chu Zhiyu's face, it was not his illusion, Concubine Chu's face was indeed a lot ruddy.

According to the doctor's reply, the best news is that the injury has not deteriorated.

Qin Sheng stood in front of Chu Zhiyu's sickbed, looking at her condescendingly.

"Your Majesty laughed, but the concubine was greedy and wanted to eat some meat, so she asked the two sisters to make some meat to satisfy their hunger."

"There is no stuttering in the huge imperial dining room, and it seems that I want to open their pockets to see if they have eaten all those silver taels in their stomachs."

His eyebrows and eyes are cloudy, and his thin lips outline a ruthless arc, careless.

The trade-off between human life is only a few words from him.

Chu Zhiyu fully believed that Qin Sheng could do something to disembowel the imperial chef in the imperial dining room to inspect the contents of the abdomen.

She hurriedly said, "It has nothing to do with them, it's the people below who are worried that the concubine's wounds will not heal well, so they don't eat meat, but you also know that concubines are foxes, and unlike mortals, eating some meat can get better faster." ”

Qin Sheng's eyes were lowered, dull, and he was noncommittal.

"The concubines didn't like to make them embarrassed by their kindness, so they privately asked the two beauties to open a small stove for the concubine."

Chu Zhiyu was also worried that the King of Qin would anger Shu Mei and Juan Meiren.

"The two of them are also kind, seeing that the concubine can't eat, they try their best to ask the concubine to eat more."

Qin Sheng's face became more and more unpredictable as she explained.

"If you have time to explain them, why don't you defend yourself."

The fig leaf that whitewashed the peace was torn off by him without hesitation, and the contradictions between the two were exposed again.

Chu Zhiyu fell silent.

An unsettling atmosphere spreads through the dormitory, making people feel a little suffocated and distraught.

Qin Sheng was about to be tortured and gone crazy by the chaotic thread group in his heart.

He never knew that his heart could be so easily pulled by a person.

No matter how small a move is, no matter how trivial a thing, he can't help but guess and can't help but be suspicious.

I know that there are too many things between the two.

Knowing that her purpose of approaching herself is not pure.

Knowing that they have different paths......

Knowing, yes, knowing, knowing everything thoroughly, clearly and rationally putting the best choices and practices in front of him.

But he couldn't help but follow his heart and come here.

Be dominated by impulses.

Chu Zhiyu sighed tiredly, but those gentle eyes made people can't help but indulge in them.

"But Your Majesty, the concubine doesn't know what to say."

"I don't know what to say."

Qin Sheng sneered, he leaned down, his eyes staring straight at Chu Zhiyu, and the tip of his tall nose touched the tip of Chu Zhiyu's upturned nose.

It's ambiguous, but the atmosphere is tense.

"Why, there's nothing to say to me?"

He withdrew slightly, pinched Chu Zhiyu's cheek, forced her to open her mouth, and pulled out the tip of her soft and sweet tongue.

"If you really have nothing to say, then why don't you give it up?"