The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. The tyrant fell into a state of insomnia. He opened his eyes until dawn, and went to the morning court with the black eyes under his eyes.

The Twelve Crowns of the Son of Heaven just covered Gu Yu's pale face, sitting on the dragon chair in a bad mood, watching the group of ministers kneeling down with a cold face.

It took a long time before he casually raised his hand to let them stand up, his voice was low and hoarse: "If there is something to do, go back to the court if there is nothing to do, I'm lonely and sleepy."

The ministers trembled in anger at such absurd and stupid words, and the newly promoted imperial doctor was the most trembling, but it was not because of anger but because of fear.

His predecessor just spattered the court with blood, and he didn't want to follow that person and lose his life.

Afraid of being discovered by His Majesty, Dr. Yu Shi lowered his head tightly, preventing other people from making eye contact.

The civil servant of the right minister's faction snorted coldly, walked out of the queue, cupped his hands and said to the emperor on the dragon chair: "Your Majesty, you haven't made a decision about this year's draft."

Gu Yu sat without a sitting posture, leaning lazily on the dragon chair, fiddled with the crown in front of him, and asked, "Oh? I remember, when I was enthroned, I said that I hate other people's meddling in my affairs. Don't you remember, sir? Or is it because Master Tong thinks that you can be the master of loneliness?"

"I dare not 1 The scene of the Hunjun's bloodbath washing the palace appeared in front of his eyes, and Master Tong knelt on the ground in panic. How could he have forgotten that the Hunjun's methods were cruel, even the elders of the three dynasties dared to kill, so how could he bear him to do his best!

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong, and I beg Your Majesty to forgive me. Master Tong kowtowed hard, his forehead was soon stained with blood, but now he only wants to escape his life.

Prime Minister Right looked at him in a daze, then turned his head and stared at the pillar in a daze.

Ever since he learned that the child had entered the palace and became a disciple of the Fallen God, Prime Minister Right had been frightened, fearing that the child would be retaliated by the tyrant. Seeing Mr. Tong like this, he shook his head in pity, and at the same time felt a sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit.

If I had known this earlier, why bothered, if I hadn't been able to participate that day, the Hunjun wouldn't have come to retaliate against them aggressively.

A deep laugh came from the high dragon chair, as if being amused by ants who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

After a while, the tyrant finally said: "Okay, get up, I will spare your life today, and retreat from the court."

"Thank you Your Majesty for your life, thank you for your Majesty's mercy, Mr. Tong got up from the ground in a panic, regardless of the bleeding on his forehead, he couldn't wait to return to his original position, and followed the others to send the tyrant off.

Gu Yu went straight back to the dormitory. He didn't sleep all night last night. At this moment, he was upset and couldn't help but want to kill someone.

Swiping away the palace servants, taking off his court clothes and lying on the bed with a sullen face, he forced himself not to think about Fallen Angel and Zuo Qian, and closed his eyes to prepare for sleep.

As soon as the drowsiness came, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and the tyrant whose sleep was interrupted suddenly opened his eyes, which were dark and violent, and bloodshot.

"Zhang Quan'an! What's going on 1

The irritable and furious voice startled Wen Nu, who was completely at a loss, looked at Zhang Quan'an hesitantly, and opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, you are poor."

The voice outside the hall was soft and gentle, and the tyrannical emotions in his heart were calmed down by him. Gu Yu kneaded his brows, tried to calm himself down, put on his mask and went to open the door.

The excitement in his heart was intentionally ignored by him, and he only regarded it as the happiness brought about by the success of the plan.

The door of the palace opened, and the fallen god appeared in front of his eyes, with a smile on his face like a crown of jade, his eyes lit up slightly when he came out.

Gu Yu's mind seemed to be hit by something, and he couldn't help showing a smile at him, his voice was low and hoarse: "Xianchang..."

Wen Nu carried the morning light behind his back, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle: "Pindao came to see His Majesty, there was an assassin in the North Palace yesterday. He was worried that His Majesty would be in danger here, so he came early. Just now, Pindao made His Majesty sleep because of the noise. ?”

Gu Yu blinked, and was stabbed by the fallen angel's light. He came back and let him in, and explained in a low voice, embarrassed: "Gu didn't sleep well last night, did you scare the fairy just now? Gu Pingfan No, it's not like this..."

"I know that His Majesty is gentle and courteous, and will not be a cruel and heartless person." Wen Nu bent his eyes and smiled, his eyes were full of trust, and explained everything for him just now.

Seeing that His Majesty kept his hands behind his back, his smile faded, his brows were slightly frowned, and he held his wrist forcefully. Seeing the hideous wound on the palm of his hand, his tone was slightly cold: "What's going on? Why was Your Majesty injured? But the group of people last night The assassin was injured?"

Gu Yu struggled lightly and wanted to hide his hands in his sleeves. Facing the serious fairy head, he was a little flustered and stammered unconsciously: "Xian, fairy head, I'm all right..."

Wen Nu frowned more and more tightly, and his face became colder and colder. He squeezed His Majesty's wrist slightly, and when he heard his words, he gave him a menacing look: "Is this all right?"

Gu Yu didn't move, and obediently let the fairy leader pull him to sit on the round stool.

Wen Nu suppressed the seriousness and coldness on his face in satisfaction, and concentrated on using the remaining spiritual power to heal His Majesty's palm injury.

The hideous wound gradually disappeared under the influence of spiritual power, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Nu's forehead, and his eyes continued to turn black.

The injury seemed to be a little more serious, but it was just a little spiritual power, and he became like this.

With a pale face, he let go of His Majesty's wrist, smiled weakly at him, and threw himself into his arms when his eyes darkened.

Gu Yu looked at the Fallen Angel who fell into his arms, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hands didn't move or move.

Slowly, the chest was dyed with the body temperature of his body, which was extremely hot.

Lowering his head, he saw that the Fallen Angel's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his movements were prior to consciousness, so he quickly supported his waist, and exclaimed: "Immortal Chief 1

Hastily got up and carried him to the dragon couch, and loudly ordered Zhang Quanan to summon the imperial physician.

Wen Nu opened his eyes, not sure if he was ashamed, his face was slightly red, and he didn't dare to look at His Majesty: "It's nothing, the old injury has been committed, Your Majesty need not worry."

Thinking of falling into His Majesty's arms just now, his face became hot again and became even more red.

Gu Yuyu's face was flushed, and he put his hand on his face worriedly: "Xianchang's face is so red, but he has a cold?"

Wen Nulu's eyes widened in an instant, moist like the eyes of a small animal.

The cheeks touched by the back of the hand were hot and red: "No, no, Pindao didn't have a cold, just a little hot..."

Dodging those hands, the imperial physician happened to be led in by Zhang Quanan, Gu Yu got up and stood beside him, letting the imperial physician step forward to heal the Fallen Angel.

The belly of the finger unconsciously pushed lightly, as if there was still a smooth and tender touch.

Seeing the Fallen Angel on the dragon couch, the imperial doctor's eyes flashed, he opened the medicine box, and put a handkerchief on the Fallen Angel's wrist to feel his pulse.

As the imperial physician of Gu Chao, he often consulted the national teacher, and soon discovered that the devil poison remained in the fallen angel's body, which was corroding his divine body.