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

Chapter 111

"I also have no other choice but to resort to this plan. You know, witches and doctors have been connected since ancient times, and the methods of great witches are even more mysterious. Maybe there is a way to solve your majesty's problem."

Seeing that Qin Yi was still hesitating, Imperial Physician Qiu sighed.

"At this juncture, the most important thing is to save His Majesty's life, and the rest will be mentioned later."

Doctor Qiu has no children, and was threatened by the Queen Mother to keep His Majesty in secret. Although he was forced to keep the secret, he has been here for so many years.

To put it bluntly, in his heart, His Majesty is just like his younger generation.

Every time His Majesty lingers on the sick bed, he also suffers in his heart.

"..."

Qin Yi took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firmer, "Okay, then I'll go and bring the big witch in."

Said it was carried in, Qin Yi really jumped out of the window, and quickly threw the terrified big witch in from the window again.

Chu Zhiyu sat at the tyrant's feet, hooked his tail around his trembling ankle, and looked at the great witch.

The big witch is dressed strangely, with peacock feathers on her head, and a skull hanging around her waist. The skull is very small, and the skull is about the size of a baby's skull.

There are three streaks of colored dye on his face, running diagonally across the eyes.

Only one eye is exceptionally clear.

As soon as Qin untied him, he took out the cloth strip that had gagged his mouth, "Go."

The great witch, who was terrified and thought that the palace was a thief, saw the magnificent palace and the dragon embroidered on the quilt on the bed, and instantly knew where it was.

"His Majesty?"

He sat on the ground in a daze, his posture was a little funny.

But isn't it rumored that His Majesty is dead?
Imperial Physician Qiu clapped his hands, "It's an emergency that made such a bad plan. Don't blame Dawu, it's just that there are too many people outside, and I hope Dawu will forget everything you saw after today.

Your Majesty's illness is unusual, I'm afraid I have to trouble you. "

The great witch was flattered, because witch doctors have not been reused by the emperor since their establishment because of their particularity, and the imperial physicians are always summoned for ordinary medical treatment. This has led to the extremely low status of witches for a long time.

Now the most respected by His Majesty, the Lord Zheng of the Taiyuan Hospital, actually bowed his hands and saluted to him!

They've been looking for ways to change, and just recently.

Knowing that Imperial Physician Qiu is so abnormal, there must be something wrong inside, maybe it will block his life.

However, the temptation to revive witchcraft was too great, and the great witch had no choice but to step into this muddy water.

Even though he was mentally prepared, after seeing His Majesty's face, Da Wu was taken aback.

Quite tricky.

Chu Zhiyu briskly walked to the side of the tyrant and squatted down, looking down at the tyrant's out-of-focus eyes and struggling violently.

The counterattack of the spell made his already sinister and three-dimensional facial features even more ferocious.

Chu Zhiyu had never seen such a vicious technique, and he couldn't see any way to break it.

Sure enough, it is still too shallow.

Chu Zhiyu stared at the tyrant for a moment and became distracted. According to the current situation, everyone was helpless with the spells on the tyrant. Maybe the tyrant would go west today.

very pitiful.

Everyone coveted the dragon chair under his ass.

Even the queen mother who gave birth to him wished that he would die immediately.

He seemed to be a code name when he was alive, representing the supreme imperial power, and no one cared about him when he died, and no one remembered that he was Qin Sheng.

A flesh-and-blood person who has been tortured by illness for many years, lingering on his last breath.

Chu Zhiyu sighed softly in the tyrant's ear, and lay down beside him, her cheek resting on Qin Sheng's shoulder.

Where the skin touches, the dragon energy is sluggish, but it still makes the spiritual energy in her body jubilant.

However this time.

The aura on Chu Zhiyu's body flowed towards Qin Sheng's body.

(End of this chapter)