Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 211 The Tyrannical King Who Overturned the Vinegar Altar (2)

Temur looked serious. Although he was asking, it was obviously not negotiable.

Shen Tuchi had always had a special awe towards him, seeing the deep expression on his face, he suddenly became flustered, holding Shen Jingshu's hand tightly, not daring to let go.

He was afraid that once he let go, he would never see Shen Jingshu again.

Shen Jingshu noticed Shentu Chi's nervousness, patted his little hand reassuringly, and comforted him with a light smile: "Chi'er, you go back first, I will come to you after I have a few words with your Uncle Temur."

Shen Tuchi didn't believe it, and his worried eyes flicked around her face, and he asked uneasily, "Really?"

She pampered Shen Tuchi's nose, her brows and eyes were soft.

"Well, really, I assure you."

Shen Tuchi stared at her suspiciously for a while, then looked at Temur, and then went over Temur to search for someone in the crowd, but the person did not come out from the tent.

Shen Tuchi pursed his lips, stared at Temur and said seriously: "Temuer, you must promise this prince not to hurt Shen Jingshu, otherwise this prince will never forgive you for the rest of his life."

Originally, it was words to intimidate others, but when they were spoken by Shen Tuchi, the deterrent power was greatly reduced immediately, almost to zero.

Temur looked at him condescendingly, without any change in expression, and said staidly: "Prince Chi, when I finish asking, I will naturally come back with the quiet book."

Temur made a gesture with his eyes, and the servant in charge of serving Shen Tuchi immediately stepped forward, picked him up and walked away quickly.

Shen Tuchi poked his head out from behind the servant's shoulder and shouted, "Brother Shen, I'm waiting for you to come to me, come quickly."

Shen Jingshu smiled and waved at Shen Tuchi, feeling warm in his heart suddenly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Temur's people approaching her sides, and when Shen Tuchi's figure disappeared, her smile suddenly subsided, and she brushed off her robe calmly.

"Doctor Shen, please." Temur put on his iceberg-like stern old face, Shen Jingshu raised his eyebrows, and entered the main tent graciously.

This was Shen Jingshu's first visit to the main tent.

After all, it was the place where a family of princes lived for a long time. Compared with Murong Li's large tent, it was a bit more luxurious and imposing. All the utensils in the tent were exquisite and meticulous, and the arrangement was very particular.

Shen Tulie was sitting on the dark red carved armchair in the center of the main tent, his eyes as bright as gemstones shone brightly in the shadow formed by the interlaced light.

Shen Jingshu's heart skipped a beat.

Although Shen Tulie just sat there so quietly, didn't say anything or do anything, even his expression was very calm and gentle.

But she just felt that the air around her seemed to be filled with an invisible pressure.

About ten feet away from Shen Tuchi

Standing still, taking a breath quietly, she calmly said: "Your Highness seems to have something to ask me?"

Shen Tulie took a deep look at her, and said in a calm voice, "That day, when you fell off the cliff, was it just you, or did someone else fall off the cliff with you?"

Without even a moment of hesitation, Shen Jingshu blurted out, "I'm not the only one."

"Really?" Shen Tulie's eyes flickered slightly, and before he said anything, Temur was already screaming.

"Sure enough! What about Murong Li? Where is he now?"

"I do not know."

"How come you don't know?" Temur frowned sharply.

"The water at the bottom of the cliff is very fast. As soon as I entered the water, I was separated from him and his guards." Shen Jingshu said slowly.

(End of this chapter)