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

Chapter 62

Sanshui ordered someone to bring a clean cloak and put it on the cold King Qin.

Qin Sheng glanced at Lin Chong lightly, feeling full of oppression. Lin Chong, who was still killing people on the battlefield just now, shrank his head and gave himself a slap.

"Your Majesty forgives me for my humble position."

King Qin turned around, "Clean it up."

"Yes."

Qin Yu took the order, Lin Chong was a step slower, seeing that Qin Yu had ordered his subordinates along the way very naturally, he let out a hey, and hurriedly called them to work in dissatisfaction.

Sanshui carefully took King Qin from under the umbrella of the priest, and at the same time quickly ordered people to prepare ginger soup to summon the imperial physician.

When he was about to walk out of the range of the altar, Qin Sheng caught a glimpse of a wet white mass behind the stone pillar, trembling.

Sanshui noticed that His Majesty stopped suddenly, "Your Majesty?"

Zi Sang Yunyang said his farewell flatly, as if he had expected it long ago, "Fangshan might be different, Your Majesty should pay more attention in the next few days, I'm going to Fangshan."

After Zisang Yunyang left, King Qin turned around, walked to the stone pillar, and looked down at the little thing behind the stone pillar.

Chu Zhiyu's whole body was wet and dusty, making her look dirty.

Not at all the sophistication that is jokingly called a jade beauty.

Before Sanshui recognized him for a while, he heard His Majesty say, "Where did the puppy come from again?"

Chu Zhiyu endured the humiliation, blinked her amber pupils pitifully, walked meekly to the tyrant's feet, and howled.

King Qin couldn't help turning his head to the side and coughed a few times, his voice was hoarse, "Walk around in the rain, but you will be struck to death by lightning."

He had a clear conscience and openly terrorized a poor young fox.

Chu Zhiyu had already grabbed the hem of the tyrant's cloak, and when she raised her head to play coquettishly, she happened to meet the tyrant's half-downcast eyes.

She inadvertently caught the dark and hostile look in the tyrant's eyes.

In the next second, Chu Zhiyu quickly let go of the tyrant's cloak, and saw two conspicuous paw prints on the cloak, as well as water stains wet by the rain.

So she brushed the hem of the tyrant's cloak affectionately with her tail, then walked to Sanshui's side, and wiped all the dirt on her face on Sanshui's robe naturally.

Finally regained a bit of Yumeiren's beauty.

Chu Zhiyu was very satisfied, and ignored the twitching corner of Sanshui's mouth.

"Little thing, how did you follow me here from the palace?"

Qin Sheng raised his feet, and the black boots touched the little fox's forehead lightly and successfully stained her again.

Chu Zhiyu sat down on Sanshui's boots without giving up, and innocently raised her paw to lick it.

Then the taste buds were filled with the bitter earthy smell, and I quickly spit it out in disgust.

Qin Sheng's eyes swept over the gold chain on the little fox, and he turned around and went back.

Sanshui was holding an umbrella, and although His Majesty had not ordered it, he still asked someone to bring the little fox with him on his own initiative.

Chu Zhiyu was successfully taken back by the soft-hearted eunuch, but after being cleaned, she was locked in the room and no one cared about her.

She simply escaped from the window and turned into a concubine of Chu to visit the tyrant openly.

Look how caring she is as a concubine.

"Your Majesty, Miss Hu heard that you fell ill in the rain last night and asked to see you outside."

It was Sanshui's apprentice Xiaomi who came to report, he had a bitter look on his face, the little ancestor was just clamoring to see His Majesty, and he would not listen to anyone's persuasion.

At this moment, Chu Zhiyu was holding a bowl of white porridge, carefully stirring it with a spoon.

Glancing at the tyrant from the corner of his eye, he saw him wearily opening his eyelids. He thought that according to the tyrant's personality, he would definitely not respond, so he directly berated Hu Weiwei coldly and asked someone to send Hu Weiwei away.

Unexpectedly, he hummed lightly, and then continued to close his eyes and rest.

Holding the somewhat hot bowl, Chu Zhiyu raised her eyebrows playfully.

(End of this chapter)