Your Majesty be my lord [Transmigration Book]

Duan Yunshen translated the word "love to eat" by relying on the polite tone he learned from watching ancient costume dramas. It probably means the small snacks made by the royal chefs of your Heavenly Dynasty. I have never seen it in our kind of barbarian land, so I like it very much.

After finishing speaking, Duan Yunshen decided to give his language organization ability just now [-] out of [-].

Except when I was writing essays in middle school, I have never had such excellent language organization skills.He used all the classical Chinese and written language he could pull, and even flattered them in a disguised form, praising them for heaven.

I am so good!

Duan Yunshen first praised himself in his heart, and then when he turned his head to look at Jing Shuo, his heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

Why this complexion? ?

Could it be that what I just praised was not hard enough?

Jing Shuo withdrew his gaze, and said with unpredictable emotions, "I haven't heard anyone in the palace say that they like to eat bergamot cakes for many years."

Duan Yunshen: "Why?"

Jing Shuo said casually, "Because they are all dead."

Duan Yunshen: "..."

Damn, what is this unfolding?

How did you die?Why did you die?You bergamot cakes like to put □□ as a seasoning?

Or do you not like other people eating bergamot, so you killed them all?

——I think it's the latter.

It's over, it's over, it's going to be cold.

At this time, Duan Yunshen could sense that the tyrant's eyes were on him, but he didn't dare to look at him at all.

The imperial physician had also finished the examination at this time, and he was probably looking for the corresponding treatment medicine. At this time, he lowered his head and rummaged through the medicine box he carried with him.

There was not even a barrier between Duan Yunshen and Jing Shuo, Duan Yunshen felt that he was about to be cut into pieces by the other party's gaze.

Now I should find a way to remedy it, "Actually, my concubine doesn't like to eat this kind of food that much..."

Just halfway through the conversation, Duan Yunshen was suddenly dazzled by something in the medicine chest, like a small mirror.

The refraction of the light just happened to fall on Duan Yunshen's face, it was dazzlingly bright.

But why is there a small mirror in the medicine chest of an imperial physician?

Duan Yunshen took a closer look and realized that instead of a mirror, it was a dagger.

The body of the dagger is sharp and bright, which refracts the light and dazzles people's eyes.

It was too late, Duan Yunshen didn't even calm down and think about what he was doing.

Everything happened so fast, he could see the imperial doctor clenched the dagger, and stepped forward with lightning speed, trying to plunge the dagger into the tyrant's heart.

Most of the guards went after the assassin just now, and even if they stayed, they were still outside the door.

The imperial physician was too close to Jing Shuo, even closer than Duan Yunshen.

He is an imperial doctor, and he knows the locations of meridians and viscera like the palm of his hand.

Right time and place.

If this knife entered the heart of a tyrant, in this ancient times where medical treatment was backward, it would be impossible for a god to save him.

"Be careful!

……

By the time Duan Yunshen reacted, his hand had already grasped the dagger.

He pinched the blade of the dagger, firmly stuck between the dagger and the tyrant's heart.

Because of the blocking of his hands, only one point of the dagger pierced into the skin of the tyrant's chest.

Duan Yunshen: "..."

Jing Shuo: "..."

Imperial Physician: "Fun Monarch and Demon Concubine!! I want you to pay for my sister Jun Zhuo's life today!! Kill the Hun Jun and take the place of God, King Jia is the best choice in this world!"

While shouting slogans frantically, the imperial doctor tried to pull the dagger out of Duan Yunshen's hand, and stabbed him again.

Duan Yunshen, a good-natured young man who grew up in a civilized society, has never encountered such a situation before. He was a little dazed for a while, but he instinctively held the dagger and never let go. dead.

At this time, the guards outside the room also heard the commotion inside, and rushed in one after another.

When the first guard who entered the door saw the scene in the room, he raised his hand and threw a knife—flying like the saber on his waist.

The knife was thrown very skillfully, and while spinning, it directly cut off the arm of the imperial doctor holding the dagger.

The imperial doctor's arm was broken neatly, and the tyrant and concubine was not injured at all.

At this moment, the guards swarmed in, and immediately controlled the maddened imperial physician, and the other guards knelt down to plead guilty to the tyrant.

Duan Yunshen was still holding the blade in a daze, with both hands on the tyrant's chest.

The tyrant's expression was obscure, he looked at Duan Yunshen in front of him, he neither cared about Duan Yunshen nor questioned the imperial physician angrily.

He also seemed a little stunned.

The two of them were deadlocked like a statue, and the guards who admitted their mistake did not dare to move, only the voice of the imperial doctor holding back the pain and screaming was left.

Jing Shuo was silent for a long time before he asked Duan Yunshen awkwardly, "Why didn't you let go when he took the knife and stabbed again?"

If the guards hadn't come in in time just now, they cut off the imperial physician's hands immediately. According to the strength of the imperial physician's madness just now, when the dagger was drawn out, it would deeply cut off all of Duan Yunshen's fingers.

Duan Yunshen seemed to be dumbfounded, he just stared blankly at Jing Shuo's face when he heard Jing Shuo's question, and slowly regained his consciousness in the other's eyes.

The physiological tears produced by the pain suddenly rolled out of the eye sockets uncontrollably, "I, I didn't realize it just now... Is my hand going to be broken?...It hurts..."

Perhaps the worst crime he suffered in a civilized society was cutting his fingers while chopping vegetables, or breaking his knees while walking.

Now the ten fingers are firmly pinching the dagger, and the blade of the dagger is deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of his palm and fingers...

It seemed that even his finger bones felt the sharpness of the blade.

The surging blood wet Jing Shuo's chest and mixed with the blood coming out of Jing Shuo's chest.

Grass, it hurts...

Because the pain was so severe, Duan Yunshen tried to release his fingers from the blade.

"Are you crazy!? Don't move, who made you move!!" Jing Shuo's eyes were a little more flustered, "Let the imperial physician deal with it—the imperial physician! Go call the imperial physician!!"

The guards who had been silent just now started to move one after another, going to call another imperial doctor.

Jing Shuo looked at Duan Yunshen's hands, as if he wanted to wipe off the blood, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Duan Yunshen felt that he was extremely ashamed now, and tears rolled down uncontrollably, crying until his eyes were hazy.

His hands also hurt badly, but after being reprimanded by Jing Shuo, he didn't dare to act rashly, for he was afraid that if he exerted force, his fingers would "squeak" and fall off.

Jing Shuo watched Duan Yunshen cry so much, but didn't know what to do.

After hesitating for a moment, like a clumsy child trying to comfort someone for the first time, he tentatively wiped away the other person's tears with his own sleeve.

Don't touch me! !It's all your fault! !I'm going to die of pain! !My fingers are gone! !Mom I want to go home!