The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Sure enough, there is no truth in the palace.

Withdrawing his gaze, he got up and replied to the emperor: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the immortal master has relapsed from an old injury and needs to cultivate well."

Gu Yu frowned, looking very worried, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet. Hearing this, he hurriedly questioned the imperial doctor, forcing him to threaten him: "Is there any other way, I order you to cure the fairy elder, if not, I will kill you Head 1

The imperial physician's eyes flickered, if he hadn't known that the toxin in the Fallen Angel's body could not be obtained by others, only His Majesty could find it, he would probably have been deceived by this nervous look.

The imperial doctor shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty, even if I cut off my head, I can't do anything about it. The immortal master's injury can only be recuperated."

The tyrant's eyelids drooped to cover the dark light in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up when he heard the imperial physician say this.When he looked up again, there was another worried and anxious face.

Wen Nu couldn't help coughing, stretched out his hand to grab His Majesty's sleeve with a pale face, looked at the imperial physician with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Please trouble the imperial physician, you can go down first."

Gu Yu was afraid that he would be tired, so he hurriedly sat down on the side of the bed with all his strength, and when he saw the fairy growl, he said reluctantly, "Go down, I will spare your life."

The imperial physician hastily knelt down and withdrew, seeing from the corner of his eye the true feelings in His Majesty's eyes that did not seem to be fake, his pupils dilated and hastily closed the door of the bedroom.

It seems that His Majesty doesn't know himself...

Really echoing the old saying, the truth is also false and the false is true, how can you get your sincerity if you don’t give your sincerity...

The imperial physician bid farewell to the eunuch next to the emperor, and left with his medicine box.

I only hope that in the end, His Majesty will not regret it, but the fallen angel's body is on the verge of collapse, and he can't last long.

In the hall, after sending the imperial physician away, Wen Nu let go of His Majesty's sleeves, blushing on both sides of his cheeks, he was too embarrassed to look at him.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Pindao is really fine."

Fearing that he might be worried, Wen Nuxu stared at the hem of His Majesty's clothes, calming his anxiety softly.

Gu Yu unconsciously raised the Fallen Angel's chin, and suddenly realized what he had done, and suddenly retracted his hands into his wide sleeves.Facing the surprised and confused eyes of the Fallen Angel, he reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips, and responded lightly: "Mmm..."

Wen Nu just thought he was too worried and didn't think about it, brushed the warmth off his chin inadvertently, and struggled to get up from the dragon couch.

The tyrant pinched the fairy chief's shoulders quickly, and asked anxiously: "What is the fairy chief doing, the imperial doctor said you need to rest well, don't move around 1

"I, I, Pindao are a little tired, I want to go back and close my eyes to cultivate..."

Unexpectedly, just by standing up, His Majesty was frightened and explained in a low voice with guilt.

"The Immortal Chief is here to close his eyes and cultivate his spirit. It just so happens that Gu didn't sleep well yesterday, so it's just right for you and me to be together."

Gu Yu supported the Fallen God's shoulders to let him lie down, his black eyes were gentle and unease mixed, Wen Nu didn't want to refute his intentions, and lay down back on the dragon couch with all his strength.

Remembering that His Majesty also needs to rest, so he deliberately moved a large piece inside, Wen Wen smiled and patted the side: "Your Majesty also needs to rest well, his eyes are bloodshot."

As he spoke, he felt a little distressed in his heart, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle, making it easy for people to indulge in it.

The tyrant lowered his eyes and nodded, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, took off his outer shirt and lay down next to the Fallen Angel, and lifted the quilt to cover the two of them.

The Fallen Angel actually charmed him again, almost falling into his trap.

The half of the face trapped in the brocade quilt was expressionless, and the corner of the thin lips curled up, mocking the Fallen Angel would only charm him.

But this time the Fallen Angel is going to be wrong, he won't fall into the spell of charm again.

"Your Majesty, Pindao has fallen asleep..."

Whispering whispers sounded in the ear, the tyrant's voice was soft, but his face was expressionless, cold and dangerous.

"Well, let's go to sleep forever, here alone..."

Slowly, the Fallen Angel's breathing gradually stabilized, and Gu Yu turned sideways to face him.

His sight was uncontrollable, and he was attracted by the red mark on the forehead of the Fallen Angel, which was as gorgeous as a flame, as if he could feel the hot temperature.

Gently rubbing the balls of his fingers, he carefully touched the Fallen Angel's forehead, his hands were smooth and tender, icy and cold like the white jade he used to play with, transparent and flawless.

Even if he becomes a Fallen Angel, the blood of the God of God still flows in his body.In close contact, his appearance is more charming than the other three races.

The tyrant twitched the corners of his mouth, and with novel emotions, he slapped his hands on the fallen angel's face, leaving red marks on his face, as if he had been bullied hard.

"Sure enough, the gods are all beautiful, but their hearts are cold. I just don't know if the fairy elder's heart is cold..."

Gu Yu pursed his lips, put his hand on the Fallen Angel's heart, and the desire to spy in his eyes made it hard not to wonder if his next step would be to open his chest and carefully observe whether his heart was cold or warm.

However, Gu Yu was not willing, he still had to wait for the umbilical cord blood from the fallen angel's son.

Looking at the clothes that were scratched by himself, he smoothed them carefully, put his hands under his face, stared at the side face of the Fallen Angel and slowly closed his eyes.

I thought I wouldn't fall asleep, but smelling the faint scent of the Fallen Angel, I soon fell into darkness.

The big eunuch Zhang Quan'an, who was waiting outside the palace, saw the situation and summoned the young eunuch to report to Beigong, saying that His Majesty left the immortal master to rest in Taiji Palace, and he didn't know when he would go back, so they don't need to worry.

Not to mention how surprised Wu Naike was, Zuo Qian was so angry that he vomited blood. He slapped the table heavily with his palms and opened the wound on his arm. He was so painful and angry that he almost passed out.

Thinking of what the maids and eunuchs said in private, I began to suspect that what they said was true.

Does the tyrant really like Shizun?

Thinking of this possibility, Zuo Qian's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce.

It is absolutely impossible for Master to like a tyrant!Maybe it's just the tyrant's wishful thinking, or maybe the tyrant doesn't like Shizun at all, he just deceives Shizun!

Reasonable and well-founded, Zuo Qian was quickly persuaded by himself, clenched his fist and pushed open the door of the bedroom, and sat directly under the tree in the yard, waiting for the master to come back.

The sun was sinking and the moon was shining brightly. After waiting for a whole day, the figure of Master finally appeared outside the door.

Wen Nu and Gu Yu walked into the North Palace side by side, Zuo Qian got up and quickly walked to Master, with a forced smile: "Master."

"Why is Mr. Zuo in the yard?" Gu Yu asked with a smile on his lips.

Only then did Zuo Qian look at the tyrant, kneeled down on one knee reluctantly, lowered his head, and said, "I have met Your Majesty, Your Majesty is safe."

Gu Yu raised his hand gently and politely, and helped him up modestly: "Get up, don't be too polite."

After finishing the due etiquette, I stopped paying attention to him. I smiled and gently tightened the cloak on the fairy teacher, and frowned slightly worried: "The cloak is a bit flimsy. Next time, I will find a good leather for the fairy teacher to wear a new one." The cloak. Immortal Elder is now weak and weak, and it is easy to catch cold when the cold wind blows."

Wen Nu's face was pale and rosy, and there were faint marks on his face, which Zuo Qian could see clearly in the dark night.

Gritting his teeth and holding both hands, he secretly glanced at the tyrant with hateful eyes, and interrupted the conversation between the two with a cold face, but his voice was as clear as a young master: "What's wrong, Master? Come into the palace 1

Supporting the master's arm, with the other hand, he lifted the curtain of the dormitory and let him enter the hall.

The tyrant who was squeezed outside the door sneered, followed in without paying much attention, seeing Zuo Qian's busy appearance, he slowly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to the Fallen Angel.

"Elder Immortal, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Being taken one step ahead by the tyrant again, Zuo Qian's expression was somber, afraid of being seen by the master, he took a deep breath and smiled, then turned around and bent down to spread the bedding on the bed.

"Master, the disciple has already made the bed, you should rest quickly."

Wen Nu nodded, and took a sip of his tea: "Thanks for your hard work, go and meditate and practice hard, and the deity will wait for a while before resting."

Zuo Qian gritted his teeth, and replied resentfully and unwillingly: "Okay, Master, this disciple will go to meditate now."

The tyrant smiled at him, lazily watched him leave, a silent chuckle overflowed from the corner of his mouth, with a strong sense of mockery.

Zuo Qian closed the bedroom door angrily, his eyes were full of viciousness when he closed his eyes.

Gu Yu withdrew his gaze, with a downcast expression visible to the naked eye: "The relationship between Immortal Elder and Mr. Zuo is really good..."

"Does the Immortal like him very much..."

The voice was deep and lost, as thin as a mosquito, just like his master was full of anxiety.

Wen Nu was surprised: "How come?"

As if hearing something strange, Wen Nu put down the teacup, turned His Majesty's shoulders, looked directly into those eyes, and said seriously: "Why would Your Majesty think so, Pindao treats him well because he will be His Majesty's future?" people around me."

"And Pindao and Your Majesty are bosom friends. Why should Pindao be nice to other people?" He frowned in confusion, tilted his head and looked at the opposite side, as if asking what's wrong, shouldn't this be the right thing to do.

Gu Yu's eyes reflected the innocent appearance of the Fallen Angel. Hearing his questioning and saying that it was only good for him, he blankly held down his throbbing chest.

The Fallen God's charm technique is powerful again...

Even his heart was bewitched, beating so fast...

And the deer eyes of the Fallen God are so innocent and moist, so cute, like the puppy he raised when he was a child...

cute? !

The tyrant suddenly sobered up, and he thought the fallen angel was cute?Was he fooled by the Fallen Angel Charm technique?

There was a slight blush at the base of his ears, he hummed in a hoarse voice, and then he got up and left in a hurry.

"Gu, Gu, go back first..."

Wen Nu blinked in bewilderment, watching His Majesty's unsteady feet, almost tripped himself, stabilized his body, and trotted away.

what happened?

Why did His Majesty leave suddenly?

But what he said is wrong?Or is His Majesty shy?

Shaking his head, he quickly put the matter behind him, took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger, and went to the room where the new disciple was accepted.

On the other side, the tyrant panicked and hid in the dark, with the cold wind blowing, his mind became much clearer.

Thinking of being bewitched by the Fallen Angel, he actually thought he was innocent and cute, so he was very vigilant.

But he couldn't help but flashed the fallen angel's innocent deer eyes like a puppy, in those eyes, he was the only figure, as if he had only his place in that person's heart.

The arrogant and ruthless face was slowly smeared with a layer of blush, and the scene from that night's dream came to mind, and it seemed that there was still a sense of touch on the waist under his hands.

It can be held in the palm of the hand, slender and fragile, but also carries the scorching heat of burning cold.

Gu Yu tightly closed his eyes, letting himself think about A Yuan, thinking about A Yuan's illness, and finally the clamor in his heart gradually faded away.

When he opened his eyes, he was the tyrant from before.