Chapter 502 The villain is the queen (19)
Zhou Ye saw him smiling and felt that his ability was being questioned.
But her brain was not up to par, and her memory of her childhood was vague.
She shut up if she didn't have the ability, but Hu Jun still looked at her with a half-smile. Zhou Ye had a sullen face, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and hugged the man's neck, and pressed him down...
"Zhou Ye!"
"Shut up."
"Well...don't forget, breathe."
A quarter of an hour later, the warm porridge had cooled down.
Zhou Ye stood up and sat down, with red lips as beautiful as flowers. At this time, Hu Jun, who was sitting next to him, was still breathing messy. His neat and abstinent yellow robe was in a mess under the pressure. The man lowered his eyes and wiped it gently with his thumb. The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his pale and sickly handsome face was finally a little redder. The ends of his eyes were slightly red, and there was a hint of spring.
From the beginning to the end, the man said nothing, clenched his fists, and tensed up, allowing Zhou Ye to bite and gnaw at him like a goblin.
Every time it was her who started it, she was also the one who ended it. As the king of a country, Hu Jun had no power to resist.
"I'm weak, next time... don't take so long."
Zhou Ye was in a much better mood, and his face was radiant, like a fairy in the forest who had been filled with energy.
Hu Jun looked at her face, his jaw tightened slightly, and the breath he had held back from beginning to end suddenly made him cough. His slender back was bent. Without the dragon's power and calmness above the court, the man now was weak and He was helpless, his slender fingers gripped the table, his joints protruded and his veins popped out.
Outside the door, the eunuch serving in the house was worried and anxious.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?! Do you need a slave to go in?"
"No need!"
Hu Jun held his breath and roared. The eunuch was startled. He didn't ask any more questions and stood against the wall with a mournful face.
His Majesty did not like others to see him coughing in pain, but when he listened outside, his voice was so hoarse that he almost coughed out his heart and lungs. The emperor's decay was separated by a wall, and the great eunuch was sighing with his heart clenched. Concubine Hui was still inside. There was no movement from the concubine, so he had better wait patiently.
At this time, inside the imperial dining room.
Hu Jun covered his mouth with a handkerchief, veins popped out on his forehead, his long, narrow and deep eyes were bloodshot, his long eyelashes were stained with water, and his pale face turned red.
Even though the man was already trying to endure it, he could not bear the cough. Facing Zhou Ye's gaze, Hu Jun felt his heart was sore and painful. When he lowered his eyes, a flash of painful light flashed across his face.
"Get out."
He held back and pointed to the door with trembling fingers.
Zhou Ye looked at him silently. The man's handkerchief was soaked with red blood, and blood seeped out from between his fingers. It was frightening to see.
If we endure it any longer, let alone make it to next spring, there may be a national funeral the next day.
Zhou Ye stared at him and was silent for three seconds. Then he grabbed his wrist without any explanation and forcefully pulled him closer.
The man struggled subconsciously, his eyes flashing with narrow light, and as tears welled up, he saw the woman in front of him holding his hand glowing.
"You...what are you doing?"
Gradually, his mind became dizzy, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes. He tried hard to shake his head, and he saw Zhou Ye's face became blurry...
"Zhou Ye, you...don't..."
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The emperor had been infected with wind and cold in recent days and was ill, so he stopped attending court for three days.
Without these old guys talking in his ears, the emperor recovered quickly, and even the imperial doctor felt that the emperor was blessed by God.
(End of chapter)