Emperor will kill

Chapter 114

He knew Chen Xiangxi's reputation. When he came here, he often had injuries all over his body, and he was the one who diagnosed him all the time.

This time, too.

Obviously this answer made him somewhat unexpected, Shen Tinglan was also slightly taken aback.

After a while, he lowered his voice.

"Don't tell her in advance, she is emotionally unstable, let's talk about it as if she has a bad stomach. Let me report to the emperor."

The imperial doctor nodded, prescribed some warming medicine, and left.

Shen Tinglan stood outside the palace gate and thought for a long time before deciding to go in.

But at the moment when he just entered, he only heard Chen Xiangxi ask:

"But pregnant?"

The words hit his heart, Shen Tinglan trembled and said hastily:

"Your Majesty seems to have suffered some wind and cold, and she is not feeling well due to the stimulation of the blood. This - needs to be considered in the long term."

Chen Xiangxi didn't answer, but just asked:

"What did the doctor say?"

Shen Tinglan talked about him from left to right.

"It must have been a bit of a cold. The imperial doctor prescribed some medicine to strengthen the body, and the humble official sent someone to make it up. It must be that the empress will be healed soon."

But he couldn't think of it, he only heard Chen Xiangxi say:
"But pregnant?"

Shen Tinglan was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what he had missed just now, but he heard Chen Xiangxi covering his stomach and whispering:
"Must be pregnant, I can feel it."

As she spoke, she turned to look at him.

"No, don't tell him I'm pregnant!"

Then, the voice trembled a little.

"I don't want this child! I'll take medicine! I don't want it!"

King Biaoxiang's side.

The banquet is still going on, and the atmosphere in the room is still tense.

The tense atmosphere and the dim room made the atmosphere in the already short room even more depressing.

King Biaoxiang was still holding the wine glass, and his laughter was still so hearty.

"Tonight, let's get drunk!"

Then, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, poured another glass for himself, and continued to drink.

It seems completely undisturbed by the atmosphere in the room.

Feng Shizan just held the wine glass in his hand and shook it lightly, but he didn't drink it.

A pair of blood eyes were dark and well-read, and no emotion could be seen.

Upon seeing this, King Na Biaoxiang immediately raised his wine glass and said loudly:

"Why doesn't the emperor drink it? In this frontier, the more elegant the guests are, the more they will be entertained with the finest wine."

Then, he added:
"This kind of wine is milk wine, made from goat's milk. There is a little sweetness of goat's milk in the wine, so it is the most delicious delicacy in our frontier!"

Feng Shizan just glanced at him, still dangling the wine glass in his hand, not drinking.

This glass of wine is mixed with blood.

A hint of red, in the milky white wine, it looks extremely strange.

It should be sheep blood.

Feng Shizun lowered his eyes.

According to the records of the ancient books, one who enters the ghost realm is the body of an evil ghost, which is naturally bloodthirsty and ferocious.

Therefore, compared with ordinary people, ghosts prefer fresh blood, no matter what kind, as long as it is fresh blood.

He knew this, and he also knew that since he entered the ghost realm, he seemed to be more sensitive and eager for blood than before.

Especially when faced with blood, a kind of uncontrollable madness will surge in my heart, wishing to eat all the blood.

It was only when she was by her side that the madness would be suppressed.

Now that she is not by his side, the hostility in her body is naturally difficult to suppress, especially this kind of blood, which is a condition that drives his madness.

Naturally, this wine cannot be drunk.

Drink it, he might go crazy tonight.

King Biaoxiang saw that he didn't drink, so he didn't put down the cup, and he still held it like that, with the momentum that he wouldn't stop if he didn't drink.

Even the eyes that stared at him were somewhat sharp.

"Why doesn't the emperor drink it? Is it possible that today's wine is really shabby and not worthy of the emperor's dragon body?"

An aggressive attitude.

(End of this chapter)