The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 123

"open!"

"Why do you arrest me?!"

"It's you! You must have colluded with this eunuch, intending to frame me and hold His Majesty hostage!"

The spearhead suddenly pointed at Chu Zhiyu who was watching the show innocently.

Chu Zhiyu frowned, her chest felt tight, and she was on the verge of falling, "I'm wronged, sister, don't spit blood."

Concubine Rong was very annoyed by her hypocritical attitude, Sanshui is His Majesty's man, and would never act on the face of any concubine in the harem.

Recalling that I was able to go in just now because of the collusion between Concubine Chu and Sanshui.

"You betrayed the King of Qin, betrayed Daqin, you are a wolf with ambition, you voted for Nanliang, right?!"

Sanshui: ...

Facing Concubine Rong's accusation, Sanshui only thought it was funny.

"The slave's master is only the king of Qin. You should save your energy and have a good chat with Lord Qin when you arrive at the prison."

Qin Yu?

That lunatic whose methods are so cruel that people can't live but die? !
Concubine Rong struggled violently and was dragged away.

"The Rong family will not give up!"

"Ben Gong is the daughter of the Rong family, how dare you throw me into imperial prison!"

……

Sanshui snorted softly, "The Rong family?"

He couldn't hide his contempt and disgust.

Chu Zhiyu blinked, "I remember that the Rong family is your wealthy family from the Great Qin Dynasty, a prosperous family, don't you need to think twice, father-in-law?"

"Whoever dares to murder His Majesty, the Imperial Prison is the only place for him to go."

Not to mention that the Rong family is deeply rooted, the roots underneath have already rotted and stinked.

His Majesty has long wanted to pull out the Rong family.

Chu Zhiyu smiled and said nothing, this is Daqin's state affairs, she doesn't care.

"Is Your Majesty calmer now?"

Sanshui's face collapsed, "Please ask your majesty to help His Majesty."

According to the words of the great witch, it is natural that Chu Zhiyu needs to provide the King Qin with the blood of his fingertips every day.

Chu Zhiyu: ...

Her fingertips began to ache again.

Spiritual power, where is the blood flowing out, it is clearly her precious condensed spiritual power!

For a moment, Chu Zhiyu didn't know whether it was earned by himself who was attached to King Qin's dragon energy cultivation, or by King Qin who directly drank the blood of his fingertips every day to absorb the essence of his spiritual energy.

Why is there a feeling of practicing diligently and finally making a wedding dress for King Qin?

The dagger cut through his fingertips, and bright drops of blood fell into the pitch-black medicine bowl.

Chu Zhiyu sucked the remaining blood from her fingertips in pain.

Can't be wasted.

They Yaozu are full of treasures.

Sanshui carefully helped King Qin half sit up, "Your Majesty."

"……coming."

What a tiring life.

Widowed at a young age, she has to serve a man who has been bedridden for many days.

hard.

Life is also bitter.

Chu Zhiyu's movements were a little rusty at the beginning, but in the end she was already familiar with feeding.

He even had time to spare his hand, and squeezed the veil to wipe Qin Sheng's liquid medicine that accidentally dripped down.

Feeding an unconscious patient is a test of endurance. He swallows slowly and can only feed it bit by bit.

I have to work tirelessly to help him wipe the dripping from the corners of his lips.

Sanshui has a panoramic view of everything.

Even though they were in different camps, they felt a little more fond of this Concubine Chu.

After feeding King Qin, Chu Zhiyu felt backache because he kept leaning slightly forward.

She pinched her waist and suddenly felt that the road ahead was long.

A bowl of steaming tonic soup suddenly appeared in front of him, and Chu Zhiyu looked at Sanshui suspiciously.

Sanshui smiled softly, "Your Majesty, you have worked hard. This is a blood-enriching decoction. The servant specially ordered the people in the imperial dining room to make it. You can try it."

"I drink?"

Sanshui gave a positive look.

Chu Zhiyu took a deep breath.

This was by no means an ordinary decoction, it contained Sanshui's full gratitude and concern for her, and Chu Zhiyu didn't delve into what was in it.

Just hold your nose and drink it.

(End of this chapter)