"Uncle Huang?"

No matter what Sang Yu said, there was no response in the room.

She sat on the bed: "Uncle Huang, since you refuse to come out, then I will sit here and wait until you come out." ”

Finally, there was movement behind the screen.

Sang Yu saw Sang Yu, who was dressed in white like a god.

"Uncle Huang......"

Looking at each other, her face was full of surprise, but Sang Yu looked away indifferently.

"Did the emperor come to the regent palace in order to let the ministers approve the performance?"

His attitude seemed to be much colder.

Sang Yu didn't understand what was wrong.

"Uncle Huang, I didn't come to ask you to criticize the folds, but to see you, I heard that you are sick again?"

As soon as she took a step closer to him, Sang Yu took a step back.

Sang Yu paused, "Uncle Huang, did I do something wrong and make you unhappy?" ”

Sang Yu hooked his lips: "The emperor is the Ninety-Five, how could he do something wrong?" ”

Full of sarcasm.

Sang Yu pursed her lips and looked at him aggrievedly: "Since I didn't do anything wrong, why is Uncle Huang so cold to me?" ”

Sang Yu didn't want to look at her, so he turned around and was about to walk out.

Sang Yu would let him go.

She immediately hugged him from behind.

"Uncle Huang, don't go, okay?" The girl's voice was heavy with a plea.

Sang Yu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his face turned pale for a moment, and he closed his eyes to hide the pain inside.

The words were harsh and cold.

"One Xie Qian, one Yun Heng, one Mu Huai, isn't Your Majesty enough?"

The girl behind her stopped talking.

Sang Yu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, the minister can't be your male pet." ”

The girl behind him slowly let go of him.

She finally let him go, as he had hoped.

But why doesn't this heart feel happy at all?

My heart hurts like it's going to break.

Sang Yu lowered his eyelashes, his thick eyelashes half-covering his reddened eyelids, he smiled faintly, and walked out.

The sharp pain in the heart became more and more intense, and the tip of the tongue was rich and fishy.

Puff –

A streak of blood stained the vision.

"Uncle Huang!"

Sang Yu watched Sang Yu vomit blood and fall in front of her.

She ran over and took him in her arms.

"Uncle Huang, how are you, don't scare me!"

Sang Yu half-closed his eyes, and his miserable white hand was raised with difficulty.

Sang Yu held his hand tightly, and tears fell down one by one, smashing on Sang Yu's face and heart.

Sang Yu wanted to push her away, but when the hot tears hit his face, he couldn't push her away.

That's it.

Anyway, he is also a dying man, so why covet the warmth that he can't get.

Sang Yu didn't expect Sang Yu to be so serious.

He was so cold that his eyelashes and face were covered in frost.

Obviously, she drank her blood before and got better, didn't she make him some food later, how could it be serious again?

Sang Yu didn't have time to think about it, she carried Sang Yu to the bed, she bit her lip fiercely, and leaned towards his lips.

I don't know how long it has passed, and Sang Yu finally regained some of his complexion.

"Uncle Huang, you're awake."

The girl smiled happily when she woke up.

Looking at the girl's worried eyes, a little strange emotions surged in her heart, but she stopped abruptly when she remembered the things she had done with Xie Qian.

A heart suddenly became very cold and cold, as if it was wrapped in ice, and it was no longer warm.

He pushed her away indifferently.

(End of chapter)