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

Chu Zhiyu keenly smelled the thick smell of blood from King Qin's body.

She had just eaten minced meat, and now the bloody smell from King Qin's body whetted her appetite again.

Only she and the tyrant were left in the palace.

Chu Zhiyu originally wanted to take this opportunity to anger the King of Qin and ask him to confine himself in the Fuqu Palace for a few months, so that Jin Chan could escape from the palace.

But she glanced at King Qin who was covered in blood, and dismissed the idea.

The King of Qin would not be merciful when punishing people, and would lose his head at every turn, so she decided not to gamble on this possibility.

"My concubine's life is very nourishing. I don't know who is the owner of this harem. He is seriously injured in bed, surrounded by beauties, and even cooks and feeds himself. He is more nourished than me."

Seeing that she seemed to be enjoying life more than herself, Qin Sheng felt various emotions in his heart.

His gaze flicked across Chu Zhiyu's face, it was not his illusion, Concubine Chu's face was indeed much ruddy.

According to the imperial physician's report, the best news is that the injury has not deteriorated.

Qin Sheng stood in front of Chu Zhiyu's sick bed, looking down at her from above.

"Your Majesty was joking, but the concubine was greedy and wanted to eat some meat, so I asked the two sisters to make some meat to satisfy their greed."

"The huge imperial dining room doesn't even have stutterers. It seems that I want to open their pockets to see if they have eaten all the money."

His brows and eyes were cloudy, and his thin lips outlined a ruthless arc, carelessly.

The choice of human life is only between his few words.

Chu Zhiyu fully believed that Qin Sheng could do the thing of disemboweling the imperial cook in the imperial dining room to check the contents of his abdomen.

She hurriedly said, "It has nothing to do with them. It's because the people below are worried that my wounds won't heal well, so I don't eat meat. But you also know that my concubine is a fox. Unlike ordinary people, eating meat will make you heal faster."

Qin Sheng's eyes were downcast and dark, he was noncommittal.

"It's not good for my concubine to spoil their good intentions and make them feel embarrassed, so I let the two beauties teach my concubine privately."

Chu Zhiyu was also worried that King Qin would anger Shu Meiren and Juan Meiren.

"The two of them also have good intentions. Seeing if the concubine can't eat anything, try every means to get the concubine to eat more."

Qin Sheng's expression became more and more unpredictable following her explanation.

"If you have time to explain to them, why don't you justify yourself."

He tore away the fig leaf that whitewashed the peace without hesitation, and the contradiction between the two was exposed again.

Chu Zhiyu fell silent.

An unbearable atmosphere spread in the bedroom, making people feel a little suffocated and upset.

Qin Sheng was about to be tormented insane by the mess of threads in his heart.

He never knew that his heart could be so easily involved by a person.

No matter how small the move, how insignificant things, he couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help being suspicious.

Knowing that there are too many things blocked between the two.

Knowing that her purpose of approaching him is not pure.

Knowing that they go the other way...

Knowing, yes, knowing, clearly seeing everything thoroughly, clearly putting the best choice and approach in front of him.

But he still couldn't help following his heart and came here.

be ruled by impulse.

Chu Zhiyu sighed wearily, but those gentle eyes made people unable to help but indulge in them.

"But Your Majesty, I don't know what to say."

"I do not know what to say."

Qin Sheng sneered suddenly, and he bent down, staring straight at Chu Zhiyu, his tall nose touching Chu Zhiyu's upturned nose.

Ambiguity abounds, but the atmosphere is tense.

"Why, you have nothing to say to me?"

He withdrew slightly, pinched Chu Zhiyu's cheek, forced her to open her mouth, and pulled out the tip of her soft and sweet tongue.

"If you really have nothing to say, why not let it go?"