The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The smell of blood dissipated from his body, Gu Yu put the Son of Heaven Sword beside him, got up and came out of the pool.

On the black screen embroidered with twelve chapter patterns, there are clean imperial clothes.

Putting on his robe, his wet hair was draped behind his back, leaving a trail of water marks on the ground.

The chief eunuch Zhang Quan'an, who was waiting in the outer hall, saw His Majesty coming out, and went up to him with a clean brocade scarf in his hand.

"His Majesty."

Gu Yu took the curled long hair, leaned on the couch, and dried the water droplets methodically.

The phoenix eyes were lowered and the thin lips were slightly pursed. Thinking of the Fallen Angel in the side hall, the sinister eyes narrowed.

"Zhang Quan'an, send the elixir in the solitary bedroom hall to Baiyang Palace."

Since one wants to gain the trust of the Fallen Angel, one has to give up some useless things.

Zhang Quan'an respectfully complied with the promise, and looked at the emperor on the couch hesitantly: "Your Majesty, which lady will you invite tonight?"

Gu Yuwen shook his sleeves, propped his chin with one hand, curled up his lips, and smiled sarcastically: "Of course it's the right minister's daughter, Wang Ji."

Zhang Quan'an lowered his head tightly, pretending he didn't see anything, bent over and hurried away: "No."

After leaving the hall, Zhang Quan'an wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and ordered the little eunuch to summon Mrs. Wang Ji.

Thinking of the grievances between His Majesty and the Prime Minister, I silently lamented for Wang Ji.

By the way, pills!

Remembering His Majesty's instructions, Zhang Quan'an gritted his teeth and returned to the hall, walked around the bed and entered from the other side, and took out the elixir His Majesty said.

Without offending His Majesty, Zhang Quanan heaved a sigh of relief, and quickened his pace towards Baiyang Palace.

Baiyang Palace is not far from Taiji Palace. From a distance, they saw the closed heavy vermilion gate, and stepped forward to knock on the iron ring.

Lying on the bed with his eyes closed and cultivating God, Wen Nu heard the sound and his eyelashes trembled slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, raised his arms and waved towards the door. With a palm of weak spiritual power, he pushed the door open.

Zhang Quan'an didn't see the person who opened the door, he stepped in suspiciously, the surrounding was empty and desolate.

Shivering, he hurriedly approached the bedroom with the wooden box in his hands.

"Immortal Master, this servant is here to deliver the elixir at His Majesty's order."

"Please come in."

The voice from the hall was as gentle as jade, as if the warmest image in his heart flashed before his eyes, soothing all troubles.

Zhang Quan'an's tense body relaxed, bent over and pushed the door in, and lowered his head to the screen.

"Master Immortal, where is this pill?"

There was a rustling sound behind the screen, and Wen Nu regained some strength, got up from the bed and supported the screen to come out.

Seeing the wooden box in the eunuch's hand, he reached out to take it with a smile, and said, "Give it to me, please."

Right now that hand is as white as jade, Zhang Quanan stared at it blankly, realizing that he had defiled the immortal master, he suddenly came back to his senses, and respectfully presented the wooden box.

"This is the job of a slave."

"Your Majesty is still waiting for news, and the slave will leave first."

Wen Nu was sympathetic and let him go, watching the door being closed, sitting cross-legged on the bed with the wooden box.

Opening the box, there were two black elixir inside, with golden light dotted around the elixir.

Take out a light smell, which is refined from many fairy grasses, and there are extremely precious golden sand flowers in it.

The corners of Wen Nu's lips were raised, and he smiled softly. He slightly raised his neck and took the pill, thinking in his heart that he would thank Gu Yu well in the future.

The effect of the medicine gradually took effect, the whole body was warm, the dry spiritual sea was nourished, the pain in the body was relieved, and Wen Nu lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Quan'an returned to the outside of the Taiji Hall, heard the intermittent screams inside, his face changed slightly, and he stopped thinking about going in.

The sound didn't stop until midnight, and His Majesty's gloomy and hoarse voice came from inside.

"Come in."

"promise."

Zhang Quan'an lowered his head and approached the hall, saw Wang Ji lying on the ground, her whole body was wet, turned her feet around, knelt in front of the bed and threw herself on the ground: "Your Majesty, the elixir has been sent to Baiyang Palace."

Gu Yu was playing with the spider in his hand, and when he heard his words, he raised his eyes: "Oh?"

The black spider crawled restlessly on the back of the emperor's hand. Gu Yu smiled lightly and stroked its stomach. It seemed that he ate too much tonight.

Thinking of the eunuch kneeling on the ground, Gu Yu lazily changed his posture, leaning sideways with his arms slightly propped up.

"Tell me, how will the Fallen Angel react."

Zhang Quan'an clasped his hands on the ground, his forehead pressed against the back of his hands, and when he heard His Majesty's voice, he quickly opened his mouth and replied, "Return to Your Majesty, the Fallen Angel heard that it was the pill you sent, so she got out of bed in a hurry, and took it from the servant. No baby."

"Really?" Gu Yu curled his lips arrogantly. Fallen Angels are really easy to deceive, and his gloomy mood improved a little: "Okay, clean up, you can go down."

Locking the spider on the back of his hand into the wooden box, he got up from the couch, walked around the woman on the ground and entered the inner hall indifferently, as if she was just a useless mass of air.

Zhang Quan'an's back was sweating profusely, he glanced at Wang Ji next to him, and asked the little eunuch outside the hall to send him back.

It was five o'clock on the second day.

Gu Yu's eyes were black and blue, he frowned and put on his court clothes, his eyes under the crown were violent and impatient.

Sitting on the high dragon chair, looking sullenly at the ministers whispering below, his mood was on the verge of an explosion.

Seeing His Majesty's impatience, Zhang Quan'an has sharp eyes and hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted: "There is something to announce, nothing to retreat to the court."

The minister below fell silent instantly, and bent over holding the jade board in front of him: "Long live Your Majesty——1

The imperial doctor with the earpin and white pen came out and bowed to the emperor on the dragon chair: "Your Majesty, I have something to play."

Gu Yu looked anxiously, and saw that noisy doctor Yushi again, narrowing his eyes dangerously: "Say."

"Returning to Your Majesty, according to the "Law of the Two Realms of Human and Immortal", the fallen angel should be handed over to the heaven. I also hope that His Majesty will hand over the fallen angel to prevent being blamed by the heaven."

After the doctor's words fell, there was silence in the court hall, and the other ministers lowered their heads tightly and did not dare to make a sound.

After a while, the emperor on the dragon chair finally spoke.

"Oh?"

"Doctor Yushi means that you are afraid of the heavens alone?"

"do you mean this?"

Gu Yu stared straight at the people in the court hall, got off the dragon chair, and walked towards him.

The sound of footsteps was especially noticeable in the quiet hall, as if stepping on the hearts of every minister, his body tensed up in fright.

Without waiting for Doctor Yushi to explain, the emperor raised a smile on his face, pulled out the Son of Heaven sword and severed his head, blood splashed on the face of the minister next to him, his legs trembled in fright, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

The others seemed to be infected, and knelt on the ground next to each other, shouting in fear and anxiety: "Your Majesty is the Son of the Dragon, wise and powerful, so he is not afraid of the heavens!"

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, a true dragon, wise and powerful, so he is not afraid of the heavens."

Gu Yu pursed his lips, reached out to wipe off the blood on his face, returned to the dragon chair with his sword, and wiped it carefully with a brocade handkerchief, the twelve crowns on his forehead shook slightly.

The strong smell of blood entangled everyone, and the minister who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to stop and kept shouting.

Finally, the Tianzi sword in the emperor's hand was wiped clean, and the ministers under him retreated away for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Quan'an skillfully ordered the little eunuch to tidy up, followed his Majesty down to the side hall, prepared the clean imperial clothes and put them on the black screen.

Gu Yu threw the blood-stained court clothes into the brazier, washed off the smell of blood on his body, wrung out his hair and changed into clothes, with the Emperor Sword hanging on his waist, and walked towards Baiyang Palace with disheveled hair.

The eunuchs and maids on the road knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Tianwei.

The heavy gate of Baiyang Palace was opened, and Wen Nu sat in the courtyard, staring up at the sun in the sky in a daze.

Thinking of the demons chasing and killing him, he looked away worriedly and let out a soft sigh.

He and Immortal Jiang Shen are good friends, and he treats his disciple Wang Qiu as a disciple as well. Unexpectedly, he is actually a member of the demon clan, and he has been chasing and killing him so far.

Gu Yu walked around the corridor and saw the Fallen Angel's unguarded appearance, and a gloomy and violent look flashed in his eyes.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, with a gentle smile on his face, he walked towards the Fallen Angel.

"Why did the immortal sigh?"

Wen Nu heard Qinglie's low voice, quickly restrained his mind, stood up with a smile in his eyes and saluted him: "Your Majesty."

Gu Yu held up his hand, his eyelids drooped to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"You don't need to be polite, please sit down quickly."

Xu Xu pressed the Fallen Angel's shoulder to let him sit down, and then sat beside him, with just the right amount of concern on his face: "Is the injury of the Immortal Elder better?"

Seeing the sincere concern in the eyes of the emperor in the world, Wen Nu's sparkling eyes curved up, and on his face like Guanyin, he smiled softly, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face, shaking someone's mind.

"Thanks to His Majesty's elixir, the injury has healed a lot."

Gu Yu clenched his hands violently, as if being burned by that smile, his eyes were filled with violence, and he couldn't help but want to tear that smiling face apart.

"It's good that the elixir is useful, and the immortal head can have breakfast, why don't we go together?"

"Okay." Wen Nu nodded slightly, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the person next to him, and the clothes were lightly scented with bamboo.

Gu Yu frowned slightly, and held his breath until the bamboo fragrance dissipated.Glancing at the cup of tea that the Fallen Angel touched, he didn't have the slightest thought of moving, so he raised his hand and patted: "Come here, pass on the meal."

There was no movement outside the courtyard for a long time, and Gu Yu, who had been refuted, had gloomy eyes, but still wore a fake mask on his face, and smiled apologetically to the Fallen Angel.

"Immortal Elder, wait a moment, go and have a look alone."

Wen Nu's hand stopped in mid-air, the black sleeve slipped through his hand, without grabbing Zhu.

The palms in the corners of the clothes were slightly itchy, and he subconsciously held his hands and hid them in the sleeves, sitting elegantly and staring at the outside of the courtyard, diverting his embarrassment.

Seeing Gu Yu's returning figure, he quickly got up and went to meet him: "Your Majesty."

Gu Yu's face was reddish, and he avoided the Fallen God's gaze in embarrassment: "The Immortal Elder laughed, Gu forgot to send a servant to Baiyang Palace, it is Gu's fault for neglecting the Immortal Elder."

Wen Nu was dumbfounded: "Your Majesty, don't think so, if it weren't for Your Majesty, Pindao's injury would not heal so quickly."

As he said that, a crystal box appeared in his hand, with elegant green bamboo carved on it.

Wen Nu handed the thing to the emperor, his fingers were whiter and more tender than the crystal box: "This is a elixir refined in leisure time, it can prolong life, and I hope Your Majesty will not dislike it."

His eyes paused on those hands for a moment, Gu Yu took the box and put it in his sleeves, and politely cupped his hands to thank: "Thank you, Immortal Elder, how can I despise you."

Coming out of Baiyang Palace, the smile on Gu Yu's face disappeared immediately, and he returned to Taiji Palace with a gloomy face, sitting on a chair, his whole face was shrouded in darkness.

He casually threw the box to the hidden guard next to him, took out a clean brocade handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"Reward you."

Wen Nu found the elixir made from scars all over his body, but he never expected that it would be discarded.