Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 200 Four Villains Crematorium 32
He glanced sideways at her, his eyes were dark and unfathomable.

"Why save me?"

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Sang Yu to ask this.

She thought he would ask her why she kissed him secretly!
"Because I don't want anything to happen to the emperor's uncle."

Sang Yu's gaze met a pair of clear and innocent eyes, and the girl just stopped laughing and playing, and looked at him seriously.

For a moment, Sang Yu had the illusion of seeing affection in her eyes.

My heart, which had always been silent, suddenly beat.

He looked away and stopped looking at her, his side face was cold, and he couldn't easily see any emotions.

"Thank you."

He just said two words lightly, and then stopped talking.

He didn't ask her why she saved him in that way, as if he never cared.

Sang Yu suddenly became discouraged.

She would also feel sad if the emperor's uncle was so cold.

Suddenly miss her lovely Xiao Mu pregnant.

"Then uncle, take a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

"No need." He refused coldly.

Looking at his cold and arrogant back, Sang Yu said "Oh" and left with her head down.

The girl's voice was full of disappointment, and Sang Yu couldn't help but look at her.

As she walked further and further away, the light stretched her back longer and longer, Sang Yu stretched out her hand unconsciously, as if she wanted to keep something, but she finally withdrew her hand, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

That's it.

People who are about to die, why should they hope for anything.

What's more, she and he may not necessarily have the same thoughts.

Sang Yu lowered his eyelashes slightly, and a hint of ridicule escaped from the corners of his lips, laughing at his own wishful thinking.

Although Sang Yu refused to say anything, Sang Yu vaguely felt that Sang Yu's illness was very serious.

Since her blood can wake him up, it means that he must have been poisoned.

Back at the palace, Sang Yu untied the bandage on his hand and the bleeding had stopped.

She was silent for a while, letting Wei Fangxu bring some water to clean the wound, and then found a clean bandage to wrap it around.

"Why is Your Majesty so seriously injured? I sent someone to call the imperial doctor."

Just as Wei Fangxu was about to leave, Sang Yu called him back, "No, let's set up the imperial dining room."

Wei Fangxu didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he could only arrange it.

When Sang Yu came to the imperial kitchen, the cooks thought she was looking for trouble, so they all knelt on the floor in fright, shaking like sieves.

"Where's the imperial chef? Come here." Sang Yu glanced at him.

Shrunk like a tortoise, the imperial chef got up tremblingly, and walked up to Sang Yu, with his head down, almost unable to stand still in fright.

"Am I so scary?" Sang Yu asked, looking at him with cold sweat on his face.

"It's not scary." The imperial doctor said duplicity.

Isn't it scary?

He was cooking once before, and happened to meet Sang Yu who came to inspect the imperial kitchen. He was a little nervous, and shook his spoon a thousand times as a punishment.

That time his hand almost broke.

If she didn't like to eat his dishes, she would have kicked his head as a ball.

Now, is she going to punish him again?
"I want to learn how to cook, come here and teach me."

Sang Yu walked to the stove and rolled up her sleeves neatly.

The imperial chef was stunned.

What happened to the emperor?
How did it become like this?

"Hurry up, dawdle any longer, I'll chop off your head and use it as a bench."

Well, it's still the emperor.

Wei Fangxu has been watching from the side, looking at Sangyu, who has never touched the spring water with his fingers, and cooked a full five dishes under the guidance of the imperial chef.

She cooks every dish herself and doesn't let anyone interfere.

Even if she made herself ashamed and her hands were blistered by hot oil, she didn't give up.

Wei Fangxu didn't understand what she was going to do.

After the last dish was ready, he saw Sang Yu untie the bandage on his hand, pick up the fruit knife on the side, and then slash open the wound that had stopped bleeding...

(End of this chapter)