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As the saying goes, beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, this emperor is the ultimate regardless of the skin or bones, this is an existence that eclipses everything in the world.

Every time he went to the early court, the emperor would wear a crown. The long red tassels almost covered the emperor's pale and abnormal face, and he could hardly see clearly from below.

It would be a pity if such a person was just locked in this deep palace.

The man hugged Yan Ran, like a wolf dog in heat, his fiery, rapid, and sickly breath hit her shoulders and neck, and the sound of his breathing was frighteningly loud.

A scream was forced from Yan Ran's throat.

The man was wearing a purple court dress, which was the color only second-rank officials were qualified to wear.

When this weird scene happened, none of the eunuchs dared to move forward.

Without him, the emperor is just a puppet and has no real power in his hands. He has survived to this day only because of the good mood of the regent and his pitiful compassion. One is a second-rank official of the imperial court. Can these cheap eunuchs offend them?

Only one figure rushed forward.

"Bold, dare to charge His Majesty!"

Little Fuzi's voice was almost roaring, and he rushed forward angrily, pulling Yan Ran out of it.

The man is naturally not something that the eunuch can push, but my arms are empty, and I am still being angered.

"what--"

Xiao Fuzi let out a scream and was kicked to the ground, hurting his internal organs and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

As soon as Yan Ran tore off the white cloth, he saw little Fuzi bleeding from his mouth, he was frightened and angry.

"You are so brave!"

The man was not afraid because the emperor was angry, on the contrary, he even laughed, extremely rampant.

"I said, Your Majesty, how can such an unruly person stay by your side? In case His Majesty is hurt one day, wouldn't it be the minister's fault? Today, the minister will clean up the house for His Majesty."

What he said was so calm, as if a human life was no different from a trivial matter in his eyes.

The man didn't do anything, but called the eunuchs who were hiding nearby to come out.

The eunuchs trembled and lowered their heads.

"Twenty slaps."

"I see who dares!"

The eunuch looked at each other in dismay, finally gritted his teeth, pulled up the half-dead little Fuzi, and slapped him down with a gentle slap.

The man's face darkened, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

As soon as these words came out, the eunuch didn't dare to let go of the water anymore, and threw every slap heavily, and the crisp sound of slaps could be heard far away.

Yan Ran's eyes turned red with anger, but no one listened to her. At this moment, she clearly knew that she was not an emperor at all.

If she were the emperor, no one would dare not listen to her.

Little Fuzi will not be bullied either.

The man coaxed her with a smile, touched her face, touched her hand, and said obsessively, Your Majesty is so beautiful.

When that hand touched the corner of her mouth, Yan Ran bit down hard.

The bite was very heavy and ruthless, as if it wanted to crush this bone.

The man was caught off guard, he pinched the emperor's cheeks hard, and the white and soft flesh was puffed up by him.

Because of the pain, I had to let go of my mouth.

The light-colored lips were stained with gorgeous blood, making them look even more ghostly.

Those light-colored pupils exuded an icy chill, staring at him firmly, as if he would be bitten back if he didn't pay attention.

The man found this look very interesting, and couldn't help chuckling.

Ambiguity is full of intimacy.

"I said, Your Majesty, you are really charming."

-

"Does it hurt?"

When the ointment is applied to the red and swollen face, it is smudged, transparent, and becomes oily.

The moonlight and frost shone on the floor tiles, and the shadows of the branches and trees moved like algae in the water.

The shadows under the eaves changed again and again, and the leaves of the cypress trees looked like a dream in the dim light of the lanterns hanging on the porch.

The young emperor sat beside him, with reddened eyes, and asked softly.

Xiao Fuzi smiled, but accidentally involved the pain on his face, and didn't show it, "The slave doesn't hurt."

The fingers wiping him were soft and light, as if they were afraid of hurting him.

The long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under the pale lids.

She looked as if she was sad, and there was an indescribable feeling on that pale face.

"Liar." She seemed to be about to cry, "It's all like this, how can it not hurt?"

Yes, how could it not hurt?
Xiao Fuzi was a little afraid to look into those clean eyes, so he could only purse his lips and remain silent.

-

I don't know if it was because of today's stimulation that the emperor had a nightmare at night.

She screamed, waking Xiao Fuzi awake.

Xiao Fuzi called Your Majesty, Your Majesty, but there was no response.

The emperor's breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, his palm-sized face was covered with cold sweat, his lips were as pale as a piece of paper, without any color of blood.

When Xiao Fuzi saw it, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurried to ask the imperial doctor.

The next day, people still didn't wake up.

Ye Yu's face was gloomy, and his expression was more terrifying than the cloudy sky. His temples were throbbing, and his anger was surging.

He touched the person on the dragon couch, it was as cold as a dead person, a few days ago he was still alive and screaming in his ear, but now he was lying on the dragon couch, half dead.

The servant girl wiped the emperor's cold sweat with a wet cotton cloth. Ye Yu stood like a sharp blade and shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty."

It was useless to yell a few times, the emperor's throat occasionally uttered thin and broken syllables, but he couldn't piece together a word.

Ye Yu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them again, and regained his composure.

He glanced at the little Fuzi whose head was about to drop to the ground, his voice was hoarse, and he suppressed his anger: "The reason."

Faced with such oppressive gazes, Xiao Fuzi swallowed, and told all the details of what happened yesterday.

As soon as he spoke, before he could catch his breath, he was kicked to the ground and rolled several meters. His internal organs were displaced by the kick, he turned his head and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, raised his eyes, and met Ye Yu's dark eyes.

It was cold inside, as if there was no emotion, and the eyes were burning with anger, which almost burned him to death.

Ye Yu's voice was extremely cold: "What did I tell you back then?"

Little Fuzi stood up with difficulty, knelt on the ground, knocked his head on the ground, his whole body was shaking, his liver was trembling: "Slave, this slave deserves to die."

Ye Yu doesn't get angry often, and even if he gets angry again, he won't show it. At least he hasn't lost control as much as today.

Looking at his eyes is like looking at a dead person.

Xiao Fuzi knew that he would not survive today, so he was not afraid, he deserved to die.

At the moment when Xiao Fuzi's face was ashen, and the atmosphere in the hall was heavy and suffocating, there was a faint voice like thunder, causing waves after waves.

Her voice was so small and weak, but in the ears of those people it was like the sound of nature.

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