"All I have is you."

So—

You must not die.

……

Qin Sheng breathed a sigh of air in his chest and went straight to the imperial study.

Impatiently withdrawing from the palace people's service, he sat behind the table with a frown.

The eyes are out of focus.

The gaze is glazed.

After a while, King Qin got up, walked around the imperial study a few times, and walked to the door and came back.

Glued to the closed door.

The frown became deeper and deeper.

It can be compared to the ravines of the Thirteen Mountains of Fangshan.

"Why don't you come to me?"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly realized that he was worried about it......

He cleared his throat, straightened his appearance, and restrained his expression.

Calmly and expressionlessly, he returned to the back of the table and picked up the red pen.

Open the fold.

But the red pen hung in the air, and the pen did not fall for a long time, and the ink was thick on the fold.

"What kind of writing is a twist, bullshit stuff."

King Qin looked down and was immediately annoyed.

With a wave of his hand, he drew a cross on it fiercely.

It still didn't look pleasing to the eye, so he threw the fold directly to the ground and stepped on it a few times.

The time of a stick of incense passed.

The piles of folds on King Qin's table had not yet been corrected, and he threw away the red pen and tapped his fingers on the table.

Sanshui came in with his head shrunk.

He had already heard the slightest movement inside outside.

"Ahem—"

King Qin was high above and cleared his throat expressionlessly.

"Where is Concubine Chu?"

"Your Majesty, where is Concubine Chu in Zichen Palace?"

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you come out half a step?" ”

Didn't you even come to me to admit your mistake?

"Yes."

Sanshui replied worriedly, it's over, the immortals fight and mortals suffer.

Mother, hurry up and bow your head to coax Your Majesty!

Qin Sheng sneered.

But then the brow tightened again.

"It's not good, I'm the lord of a country, how can I be led by the nose by a little fox?"

Sharing His Majesty's worries is the unshirkable responsibility of Sanshui as the chief eunuch.

It's more of his job.

If you want to do this job well, you must think about what Your Majesty thinks and think about Your Majesty's thoughts.

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing, the minion has always wanted to ask you for instructions."

"Say."

"It stands to reason that Concubine Hu, as the daughter of a traitor and a criminal minister, should be thrown into a mass grave with the criminal minister, but in the end, Concubine Hu is a person from the harem, and the people below dare not make a good claim, so they will put the coffin in the ice cellar for the time being, waiting for your disposal."

Where do ordinary concubines have this treatment.

Naturally, according to the custom, the daughters of the guilty ministers were thrown into mass graves and no one collected their bodies.

But Concubine Hu, it is still different for King Qin.

Sure enough, Qin Sheng was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows lowered.

Step out with your long legs.

"I'm going to see her."

Sanshui finally diverted His Majesty's attention, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that His Majesty was going to see Concubine Hu's corpse.

He hurried to follow.

"Your Majesty, if it is hot today, even if Concubine Hu's body is put into the ice cellar in time by the people below, after all these days of her death, her appearance will definitely be damaged and it will be unsightly!" ”

It's not just a loss of appearance.

Sanshui: This is still a euphemism.

"Red face and dry bones, skin is just a bag, after all, ......"

He sighed and said no more.

Sanshui didn't say much.

And Qin Sheng closed his eyes after seeing Hu Concubine's tragic situation, "An arrow pierces the heart, what an accurate archery." ”

Sanshui hesitated, "But do you want the slave to find that person?" ”

"No, you don't."

King Qin didn't mean to punish the marksman, "This is how it should be." ”

His face was frozen pale from the cold in the ice cellar, and his fingers curled together.

"Good birth and burial, as a concubine."

(End of chapter)