Difficulty surviving at the hands of a tyrant

Tong Yu's heartbeat stopped.

How did the tyrant know that he said he was a eunuch on purpose?

But, if he knew, why didn't he deal with him at that time?

Tong Yu thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think of any reason. Seeing the tyrant looking at him sullenly, she trembled and said with a dry smile: "Ahaha, what are you kidding, my majesty? You said that at one point, you really wronged the slave! I really didn’t know your identity at the time, if I knew, I wouldn’t dare to say that if you gave me ten guts!”

After speaking, in order to make himself appear more sincere, he blinked and bravely looked at the tyrant.

You Yihan looked at Tong Yu's sincere look, and squinted his eyes.

I don't know what to think of, the corner of the mouth ticked up again, and said sinisterly: "Really? Then we will wait and see, but if there is something that doesn't serve me well, don't want your head..."

In this way, Tong Yu stepped up from the imperial dining room to serve His Majesty the Emperor.

Perhaps it was because he had offended Longyan before but was still not punished by the emperor, and the eunuchs who worked with him did not make things difficult for him.

But Tong Yu felt that a large part of the reason why these eunuchs didn't embarrass him was because they didn't have time to embarrass him at all.

Especially these people who serve by the side of the tyrant.

Live every day as if it was the last day. I'm afraid that the tyrant will be unhappy and kill them, so where else do they have other thoughts?

"Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and grind ink for His Majesty, do you want to die?!"

The little eunuch next to Tong Yu nudged him with his elbow, Tong Yu came back to his senses, walked to You Yihan and started grinding ink.

But he was not concentrating on grinding, and while grinding, he was distracted and sneaked a look at the tyrant who was sitting there seriously reviewing the memorial.

The weather is fine today, the sun is shining brightly outside, the sun shines from the tyrant's right hand, and shines on the face, the serious and handsome face seems to have passed through a layer of light, and the gloomy look between the brows has been dispelled.

Tong Yu couldn't help but clicked her tongue.

Looking at it this way, he doesn't look like a tyrant at all.

As if hearing his heartfelt voice, You Yihan, who was reviewing the memorial, glanced at him gloomyly, and said in a gloomy tone, "I'll dig out your eyeballs again."

Tong Yu immediately withdrew her gaze and rubbed the ink seriously.

When he noticed that the tyrant withdrew his gloomy gaze, he was cautiously relieved.

Immediately, there was some despair in my heart.

The two days when I came to the tyrant's side seemed like years, when would such a day be worth it!

After more than an hour, the tyrant finally left the imperial study room.

Tong Yu looked at the back of the tyrant leaving, and let out a long breath. When serving the tyrant, he didn't dare to breathe...

"Hey, Tong Yu, you can't do this!"

Tong Yu looked at the person who spoke, it was the little eunuch who had just reminded him.

"What doesn't work?"

The little eunuch lowered his voice and said, "I was scared to death just now! How could you look at Your Majesty so blatantly? Do you know that the eyes of the last person who looked at His Majesty like this were gouged out!"

Tong Yu was taken aback for a moment: "Dug out your eyes?"

So the tyrant said just now that he would goug out his eyeballs, wasn't he trying to intimidate him?

"Yeah, do you know that none of the people who serve His Majesty can last more than a month, and those people all died in the end. He is a tyrant..."

The two people who were talking did not realize that the imperial study suddenly became very quiet, and a needle could be heard.

And the person standing behind the two with a sullen face was the subject of their discussion, the tyrant of Anguo, You Yihan, holding a sword that cut iron like mud in his hand, shining with a cold light.

Cut lightly and die instantly.

You Yihan held the sword, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Tong Yu's neck.

At this time, Tong Yu suddenly said, "I don't think he is a tyrant."

The hand holding the sword suddenly stopped.