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

Chapter 163
Chu Zhiyu savored it carefully, there was nothing wrong with what she said, but her tone sounded strange.

What are you connoting yourself?
"How can I meet Your Majesty if I don't come out to breathe?"

Never study a man's emotions carefully. At this time, it is enough to make him feel that you are coaxing him with sweet words.

Chu Zhiyu's eyes were soft like moonlight.

But Qin Sheng didn't take her set, and moved his eyes to the plaster in Lan Ye's hand.

Lan Ye's hand holding the plaster seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and she flinched to avoid King Qin's gaze.

Qin Sheng snorted coldly, "Your brother really came prepared, and you brought plaster into the palace. Why, are you afraid that someone in the palace will harm you? That's really my brother, isn't it?"

The combination of sullen eyes and thin smiling lips was a precursor to his anger.

Everyone present felt their scalps tighten.

Qin Hao was the first to bear the brunt. The oppressive feeling on King Qin's body made him suffocate, as if he was being stared at fiercely by a entrenched dragon.

Fiery dragon's breath sprayed on his neck.

Raising his hand a little bit can save him forever.

This kind of psychological fear and dwarf, especially in front of Concubine Chu, made him even more ashamed.

As if he is a mouse in the gutter, secretly coveting everything that does not belong to him.

Once exposed to the sun, it will be scorched and melted by the scorching sun.

"Don't dare."

"Don't you dare?"

King Qin snorted coldly, "I see you are brave!"

He tilted his head, his cold voice was like a poisonous snake swimming in the night.

"San Shui, what is the crime of conferring with the concubine privately?"

Sanshui looked at the nose and the heart, "According to the crime, the person should be sentenced to castration, died of a broken car, and thrown into the snake den. In addition, his family members will be punished..."

'castration'

'car crack'

'Snake Cave'

'even sit'

Chilling words came out of Sanshui's mouth one by one.

The surrounding palace people turned pale, and fear spread silently.

Qin Hao's clenched hands trembled, he knelt down abruptly, and kowtowed sincerely, "Brother Emperor, it's all the fault of my younger brother, it has nothing to do with your empress!"

Privately conferred this big hat fell from the sky.

Chu Zhiyu frowned, "Your Majesty, you misunderstood."

"I have eyes."

Under the signal of King Qin, Sanshui took the plaster from Lan Ye's hand and presented it to King Qin with both hands.

Qin Sheng pinched the body of the bottle with his slender fingertips, sized it up carefully, and sneered, "Such a thing is worth your eagerness to send it over."

After speaking, he glanced sideways at Chu Zhiyu.

It seems to say that such a thing is worth your baba's acceptance.

Haven't seen anything good?
Chu Zhiyu clearly caught the look of contempt in his eyes, and couldn't help but remain silent.

She didn't take this ointment seriously at all.

Why are these two people so serious, it seems like they are accepting something extraordinary.

Qin Hao was so nakedly humiliated by him, his face turned pale and red, and he clenched his back molars tightly.

The eye sockets are slightly red.

He said word by word, "Yes, the things owned by my younger brother are crude and shallow, they can't be put on the stage, and they dirty the eyes of the empress. It's my younger brother's fault."

Qin Sheng curled his lips and stretched out his hand.

The ointment hangs in midair.

Qin Hao took it slowly.

One second Chu Zhiyu was thinking that the tyrant was so kind, and the next second he saw Qin Hao slamming the ointment on the ground.

Fragments splashed.

It caused several court ladies to exclaim, and then knelt down in fear.

Qin Sheng laughed, "Why did you drop such a good thing when it was so good? It's such a pity to waste it."

"..."

Qin Hao froze.

The helpless figure seemed to be born in the cold wind, and the weeds on the cliff were crumbling, and they would shatter to pieces at the touch of a touch.

(End of this chapter)