Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaohan.

The sky in Yandu was gloomy for several days, and finally it snowed. It was bitingly cold, as if the coldest day of the year had arrived earlier.

The ladies of the court held porcelain plates in their hands and walked hurriedly in the palace.A snow-white raccoon slave sits on the wall of the palace. It doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold. It blends with the white snow and stands like a sculpture. A pair of blue eyes are set on the face like glass balls. It doesn't have the wit that a raccoon slave should have. strength.

Its eyes moved, and it landed on the two little maids who were hiding under the palace wall and whispering.

"Have you heard? Your Majesty seems to..."

The other hurriedly covered her mouth: "You can't say this casually, if you hear it, you will lose your head."

"But sister, have you heard of it?" The maid who started to speak had a crying tone in her voice, "Maybe we will all be buried with the Holy One. I just entered the palace for a year, so I don't want to be buried with him."

The voices of the two talking were buried in the wind and snow, and only fragmentary words fell into the ears of the raccoon slave.

The snow-white liu slave's glazed eyes were still full of calm and indifference, he licked his raised front paws, bowed his body quickly, and disappeared into the whiteness.

The earth dragon in the sleeping hall was burning very vigorously, and it was as warm as spring.A woman with a touch of red on her forehead was sitting beside the dragon couch, holding a porcelain bowl with complicated patterns in her hand, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

The young emperor's complexion was dark, and he opened his eyes slightly. Before he could speak, he heard a thin voice from the door: "I heard that His Majesty woke up today. Our family is concerned about the health of His Majesty's dragon body. Why can't our family be allowed to sleep?" go in?"

Emperor Hongwen frowned, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xuan'er, who is it?"

Concubine Xuan's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of panic, and she said after a while: "The concubine sounds like Mr. Fu."

"I may not have seen him for a long time..." Hong Wendi's expression brightened suddenly, "He is getting older now, is he in good health? Let him in."

Concubine Xuan frowned lightly: "But..."

Emperor Hongwen's eyes fell on her, and his voice was gentle: "What's wrong?"

With some difficulty, he raised his hand to caress the flowers on her forehead, but halfway down due to lack of strength, he coughed and panted dully.

"It's okay..." The corners of Concubine Xuan's lips turned up slightly, revealing a somewhat forced smile, "Since His Majesty wants to see him, then the concubine should ask him to come in."

As she spoke, she put the medicine bowl in her hand on the low cabinet aside, rolled up her sleeves, got up, and brought Fu Yuze in.

The old eunuch had a fleshy face, but he looked much better than the emperor on the dragon couch. He smiled and bowed to Emperor Hong Wen: "I heard that His Majesty is in good health today. Our family is here to congratulate His Majesty."

Emperor Hongwen smiled weakly: "By virtue of the good fortune of Gong Gong, I really feel a lot better today, and I hope to recover after this winter."

Fu Yuze's eyes flashed an imperceptible insidiousness, and then he glanced nonchalantly at the medicine bowl on the side cabinet: "Why haven't you taken your majesty's medicine today?"

Concubine Xuan Gui bit her lip and said softly: "Just now I was about to wait for His Majesty to drink medicine, but I didn't expect Eunuch Fu to come suddenly, so I was delayed."

"This can't be delayed..." Fu Yuze narrowed his narrow eyes, "Why don't you just wait for His Majesty to drink the medicine right now, and you've thought about it."

Concubine Xuan Gui's fingers that had been painted with Danko suddenly tightened her grip on the hem of the clothes, and then slowly let go, leaving a wrinkle in the fabric.

"This soup is already cold..." Concubine Xuan Gui looked at Emperor Hong Wen, her voice seemed to be pleading, "Wait for the concubine to take it to the imperial dining room and reheat it...reheat it again and bring it back to His Majesty, okay?"

Emperor Hongwen's eyes were soft: "I listen to you."

If Concubine Xuan Gui was granted amnesty, she changed her previous elegant and calm attitude, picked up the medicine bowl suddenly, and was about to leave, but she heard Fu Yuze yin and yang: "Why does Concubine Xuan care so much about the hot and cold soup?"

Concubine Xuan Gui's nose was slowly covered with a layer of cold sweat, her eyelashes moved slightly, she seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say it.

Fu Yuze stroked the whisk in his hand, and slowly walked in front of her: "Your Majesty's illness cannot be delayed, if it is delayed, can you afford the responsibility?"

Emperor Hong Wen propped himself up and sat up, looking hesitantly at the two people who were arguing.

"Eunuch Fu, this Palace..."

Concubine Xuan Gui closed her eyes slightly, with a look of pain on her face.But Fu Yuze seemed to ignore her entanglement and hesitation, sneered, and snatched the bowl of soup from her hand.

"You are..."

As soon as Emperor Hongwen spoke, he was interrupted by Fu Yuze.

"Your Majesty, drink the medicine."

There were blue veins throbbing faintly on Fu Yuze's forehead, and his face was hideous, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a medicine bowl, but a hot potato.

Emperor Hong Wen frowned: "Who allows you to talk to me like this?"

"Who allowed me?"

Fu Yuze smiled sadly: "In the future, you will know who promised me."

Hong Wendi's eyes widened: "You are presumptuous!"

But the old eunuch didn't care about the wrath of the doomed emperor, and directly held Hong Wendi's chin and pressed the bowl containing the medicinal soup to his lips, trying to forcefully pour the medicine down for him!

It seemed that the pleasure of torturing others in his heart was at work again, making him extremely excited, and even his breathing gradually became short of breath. He had already imagined in his mind how the young emperor begged him to let him go, and how he cried and begged himself not to let him go. kill him.

Having been a palace slave for too many years, even though he has become a big inner eunuch with heavy fists in his hands, Fu Yuze is still a servant who serves others, even the sour brother at home can boss him around——

But all this humiliation will no longer exist.

After supporting the puppet crown prince to come to power, and when the Wusi people invaded Yandu, he turned into a founding hero, and no one can talk about those two taels of cut flesh anymore!

Fu Yuze's eyes were red/guoguo's desire/desire, the medicine bowl in his hand was about to tilt forward, but suddenly there was a sharp pain on his wrist.

He wailed in pain, and looked down at the supposedly weak emperor in disbelief, only to find that the paleness and fragility between Hong Wendi's brows and eyes were swept away.

The severe pain just now was caused by someone clasping his wrist severely and twisting it, as if trying to split his wrist bones, the medicine bowl fell directly from his hand, and it was buckled upside down on the brocade quilt, creating a smoky feeling. Dirty.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, the indecision that belonged to "Emperor Hong Wen" disappeared, leaving only a piece of ice.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind the curtain: "Is this generous gift I prepared for Eunuch Fu, is Eunuch Fu satisfied?"

Jiang Yi turned out from behind the curtain, with a mocking smile on his face, and looked at the old eunuch who had fallen to the ground with a face full of surprise.

Fu Yuze's body trembled, his mouth opened wide, and he looked straight at Jiang Yi: "You are not, you are not..."

"Didn't I be confined in the mansion, depressed?"

Jiang Yi sneered, and leaned against the dragon couch, with a relaxed tone: "It's not like Mr. Fu has been planning for many years. He only found a figure most similar to the Holy One from among the ten dead men around His Majesty for a few months. It's really rough. Please forgive me."

"You all know?"

The expression on Fu Yuze's face gradually became distorted, and he murmured as if he couldn't believe it: "You always knew, but look at me here, look at me..."

Jiang Yi interrupted him with a lazy voice: "Well, yes, watching you act like a clown clumsily, you actually know your plan like the palm of your hand, so you understand?"

He clearly knew what the old eunuch cared about most, and he could easily hit his pain point with a few words.

As expected, Fu Yuze's eyes were about to burst, and even his hands on the ground trembled violently.He suddenly turned his head, trying to grab Concubine Xuan Gui who had fallen to the ground and run away from the door, but was stopped by someone.

The fake emperor stood at the door without saying a word, with a short dagger in his hand at some point, pointing directly at Fu Yuze's heart.

"Take Concubine Xuan to go..." Jiang Yi said softly, "Your Majesty's poison has not been cured, and he will live."

"Emperor Hong Wen" nodded his head, and reached out to grab Concubine Xuan Gui.Fu Yuze wanted to stop him, but suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw that the young prime minister whom he had always looked down upon was firmly holding his shoulders, with a cold smile on his lips.

"no no……"

If Concubine Xuan Gui fell into their hands, then everything would really be over.

Fu Yuze rushed forward with all his strength, clearly seeming to be able to grab the corner of Concubine Xuan Gui's clothes, but he could only watch helplessly as the piece of luxurious fabric slipped through his fingers.

He watched the hope shattered, and heard the man behind him say: "Eunuch Fu, how do you feel right now?"

Jiang Yi squinted at the old eunuch lying on the ground like a worm, and the long-suffering anger in his heart finally dissipated a little.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuze seemed to know that the defeat was over, so he pulled out a short sword from his whisk handle without hesitation.

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows, the long knife came out of its sheath, and collided with the short sword.

Fu Yuze's expression was ferocious and distorted, and he tried all his strength to plunge the short sword into Jiang Yi's chest, but he couldn't break through the long sword's obstruction no matter what.

Jiang Yi shook the hilt of the knife suddenly, Fu Yuze felt a numb pain like a tiger's mouth was torn, and the short sword fell from his hand to the ground.

He staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground and stared at him, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a touch of coldness on his neck.

He finally broke down, and he no longer had the calmness and arrogance he had as a great eunuch before. His face was covered with tears and snot, and his voice was sharp: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, please, please!"

Jiang Yi looked down at him condescendingly, and said slowly, "When you killed Mei Yanran, did she beg you to let her go?"

Fu Yuze trembled: "Why do you—"

"how could I know?"

Jiang Yi suddenly suppressed the coldness between his brows and eyes, and showed a "gentle" smile: "I know a lot."

"I, I was also forced!"

Fu Yuze coughed due to his own saliva, and grabbed Jiang Yi's clothes with trembling hands: "Prime Minister... Prime Minister Jiang, Mr. Jiang, it was me who was bewitched by the demon concubine, not me—"

His words stopped abruptly, followed by heart-piercing wailing.

Jiang Yi stepped on his hand and said softly, "Oh? Forced?"

"Then I want to ask you, were you also forced to lynch my student?"

The author says:

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