Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 59 My Majesty Is A Monster
The luxurious and extravagant room was full of familiarity. This is the post house where Fan Qingtian lived. Fan Qingtian immediately understood that he had come out of the illusion set by the god of death.

"Mother, mother..."

The whispered call attracted Fan Qingtian's attention, and his gaze immediately turned to the direction that made the sound.

I saw Mo Ziyuan lying on the bedside, with a drop of crystal hanging from the corner of his eye, his cute ceramic face was frowning, and his little hand was tightly holding Fan Qingtian's fingers, as if he was really dreaming.

The injuries on his body have fully recovered, and he even felt that his internal strength has become much stronger. A gentle smile appeared on his face inadvertently, and he pulled out his fingers that were tightly held by Mo Ziyuan. With a drop of tears, he reached out and hugged him to the bed to lie down, gently smoothed Mo Ziyuan's frowning brows, and covered him with a quilt.

Only then did Fan Qingtian watch the situation in the room. There was no one else in the room except her and Mo Ziyuan. Fan Qingtian was about to get out of bed when the door of the room was pushed open, and Bu Hai was holding a Holding the whisk on his left arm, his old face was full of anger, and there was worry in the anger.

At the same time, Bu Hai's other hand grabbed the shoulder of an old man with a gray beard and brought him in. The old man was carrying a medicine box on his back, which clearly proved that the old man was a doctor.

The old doctor lowered his head, his body was trembling, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he looked very frightened.

Focusing on the old doctor, Bu Hai threatened the old doctor in a sharp voice, "Didn't you say that my king will wake up after one day? It's been two days now, and my king hasn't woken up yet. You are so brave to deceive this eunuch, if you still cannot heal the king, this eunuch will kill you..."

Just after Bu Hai finished speaking, Fan Qingtian said in a soft voice, "Eunuch Hai, you are going to scare him to death."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Buhai immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the bed, and saw Fan Qingtian sitting up from the bed, looking pretty good, although there was no smile on his face, but he could feel Fan Qingtian's mood very good.

Slightly stunned for a while, Bu Hai finally came to his senses, let go of the old doctor, and rushed towards Fan Qingtian quickly.

"Your Majesty, it's great that you've woken up, but I'm really worried about this old slave." Bu Hai said excitedly, his voice seemed to be choked with sobs.

After saying this, Bu Hai seemed to have thought of something, and immediately said, "Your Majesty, how can you get up when you are seriously injured, quickly, lie down quickly."

After saying that, Bu Hai pressed Fan Qingtian back down on the bed again.

Then Bu Hai turned his head to look at the old doctor, glared at the old doctor and screamed angrily, "Hurry up and check the king's injuries, if anything happens to the king, my father-in-law will take your whole family to be buried with him! "

When the old doctor heard Bu Hai's words, his body trembled immediately, and he rushed to Fan Qingtian at the fastest speed, knelt down on the side of Fan Qingtian's bed and shouted, "My lord, long live my lord!" .”

"Eunuch Hai, don't make too much noise." Fan Qingtian leaned against the head of the bed, raised his finger and pointed at Mo Ziyuan who was sleeping beside her, and then said, "My injury has healed, you don't have to worry. "

Looking at Mo Ziyuan who was sleeping soundly, Bu Hai immediately covered his mouth, with a smile in his eyes, it seems that the king really likes this child, if only this child is really the king's child.

"Your Majesty, Little Ziyuan is worried that you haven't slept for the past two days and nights. The old slave has been trying to persuade him, but he doesn't listen. He has been trying to wait for you to wake up. It's the old slave who didn't take good care of Little Ziyuan. Make him tired." Bu Hai's voice was obviously several times softer than before, but Fan Qingtian just heard it clearly.

After hearing Bu Hai's words, Fan Qingtian smiled naturally, and put his hand on Mo Ziyuan's body and patted it lightly.

At this time, Bu Hai said again, "The old slave knows that the king has always been in good health, but the king was injured by those bastards. You don't feel sorry for yourself, but the old slave feels distressed."

At this time, the old doctor who was kneeling on the ground said tremblingly, "Please, please, the king, please stretch out your hand, and let the servant feel the pulse."

Seeing Bu Hai worried about her, Fan Qingtian's heart warmed slightly, and he stretched out his hand for the doctor to feel his pulse.

The old doctor felt for Fan Qingtian's pulse, then looked at Fan Qingtian in shock, and murmured, "My lord, your majesty's injuries have healed..."

The old doctor was shocked, how could this be possible, the injury was extremely serious the day before yesterday, and Fan Qingtian's injury has healed in just two days, she can't be a monster, can she?

This thought flashed through the old doctor's mind. The old doctor's body trembled even more at this moment, and the cold sweat on his back soaked his inner robe. No wonder the king likes to kill people so much. He, he is probably a monster Ah, otherwise the injury would take two or three months to heal.

Not knowing what the old doctor was thinking, Fan Qingtian looked at him inexplicably frightened and almost fainted, Fan Qingtian waved at the old doctor and said, "Go down."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's release order, the old doctor almost cried out of excitement, and said quickly, "Your servant will leave."

After speaking, the old doctor got up and left in a hurry like a whirlwind of rabbits.

Glancing at the back of the old doctor leaving, Bu Hai asked in disbelief, "Your Majesty, is your injury really healed?"

Seeing that Fan Qingtian's complexion was indeed the same as that of a normal person at this time, the doctor also said that Fan Qingtian was fine, so Buhai was relieved.

No matter how Fan Qingtian was injured, as long as Fan Qingtian is fine, Buhai will never doubt Fan Qingtian.

Nodding his head slightly, Fan Qingtian asked, "By the way, what happened to the soldiers of the Tu country during the two days I was in a coma."

Because Fan Qingtian's injury has healed, and the worry on Buhai's face has disappeared, he patted his chest, and Buhai said softly, "Please don't worry about the old slave's work, Your Majesty."

After a pause, Hai continued, "The old slave has ordered the soldiers of the Tu Kingdom to be imprisoned and await the king's disposal."

With a flash of light in his eyes, Fan Qingtian seemed to think of something, and then said, "How is Yue Qing? By the way, there is also that Zuo Zhujin."

Speaking of Yue Qing, Bu Hai looked satisfied. If it weren't for Yue Qing's sword for Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian might be buried in Zuo Zhujin's hands.

Although Yue Qing is not good-looking, if Yue Qing wants to follow Fan Qingtian, Bu Hai definitely agrees with both hands.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, General Yue Qing did not hurt his vitals, he has already woken up, but his body is too weak."

Then Buhai told Fan Qingtian about Zuo Zhujin's situation, and when he mentioned Zuo Zhujin, Buhai was naturally furious. He pinched the orchid flower and said with anger on his face, "That little bastard is dead. He was not killed by the king, but the injury was quite serious. The doctor said that if he couldn't wake up within five days, he would die. Hmph, it would be great if he died. If he dares to hurt our king, he will die. It deserves it."

(End of this chapter)