Unlike the small wooden barrels in the Qingzhu Pavilion, the emperor bathed in a special Tangquan Palace. There is a huge pond inside. The white jade is the wall, the dragon head spits water, and the ground heat is burned underneath, which is warm and comfortable, and the most comfortable.

Wei Lian removed his clothes, hung them on the screen, and slowly immersed himself in the water barefoot on the jade steps. The ink hair floated on the water, and his moist skin was steamed by the heat and turned a little white and red.

The water droplets flowed down the delicate collarbone and graceful spine. The young man scooped up a spoonful of warm water and poured it on himself. The mist filled his delicate, tired and lazy eyebrows.

The eyes reflected in the water are deep and restrained. A sudden smile is clear and moving in an instant, like a fairy sucking souls in the water.

Wei Lian did not delay for too long, and soon wiped his body clean, took the middle clothes prepared by the side and put them on. The clothes were thin, making him look thin.

Wei Lian thought that after he finished his bath, he should go back to his bedroom to eat candied fruit.

As a result, the palace servant did not take him back, but bypassed the screen and showed him a few things placed on the table.

Standing by the table was also the eunuch general manager Li Fuquan.

Wei Lian looked at the things on the table, his expression remained unchanged.

The heart is broken and the earth is broken.

...What is that pipe for?

Where did that ointment be applied?

Wei Lian doesn’t know the answer.

Or when he decided to take advantage of the King of Qin, he expected that such a day would come.

Yes, but he is still a patient now?

The fever has not subsided and the injury has not healed. In the eyes of the King of Qin, he is still so ill that he is confused.

In this way, the King of Qin would be lucky to him?

This is something that people can do???

Li Fuquan is the close servant of the King of Qin, and his meaning is the King of Qin.

King Qin is no longer considered a personal person in Wei Lian’s mind.

Ji Yue didn't know that his beloved criticism was killed, and he was thinking about why the young man hadn't come back yet in the Palace of Peace of Heart.

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Wei Lian looked at the things and said nothing. He looked sick and confused, with a high fever that had not subsided: "What is this..."

Li Fuquan smiled falsely: "Congratulations to Wei Shijun, it's a good thing. Your Majesty has taken a fancy to you, and you are blessed tonight. But there is some preparation before this kindness, and you must not defile Your Majesty's dragon body. Come on, wash the Wei Shijun."

"What are you going to do?" Wei Lian was confused. Two strong palace servants quickly came up and held his arm and wanted to put him on the table.

Wei Lian lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists, and a cold murderous intent rose in his eyes.

The coldness at that moment made the two palace servants feel cold on their spines, and the air seems to have become a little cold, and their movements are also paused for a moment.

Of course he could kill these people immediately.

But not.

This is the Qin Palace, and the Qin Palace lives.

Do not cause rashness.

Wei Lian thought for a while, loosened his palms, removed the condensed internal force, and his expression became helpless: "Let me go! You let me go!"

The palace people didn't know that they had just walked at the gate of hell. When they saw the coldness in the air disappeared, they stopped hesitating and pressed the young man on the table. Another man held a tube and wanted to peel his underwear when he came up.

The young man struggled violently, his shouting became shrill: "Don't-"

Li Fuquan sneered: "Wei Shijun should cooperate well and we will suffer less flesh and blood later."

But a thing really treats itself as a thing.

The young man had a pale face and murmured: "I don't want it..."

"What's going on?" A low voice came. The King of Qin, wearing a black robe, appeared at the door.

Everyone in the palace stopped moving.

They knelt down and saluted: "I bow to your Majesty."

Only Wei Lian slid to the ground weakly in an instant, his ink hair was messy and he was sobbing in a low voice.

When he saw Ji Yue, he instantly got up as if he had seen a savior, and hurriedly bumped into his arms, hugging Ji Yue's waist tightly.

Wei Lian buried in Ji Yue's chest and sobbed in a low voice: "Mom, I'm afraid..."

Ji Yue: "…"

Ji Yue patted Wei Lian's spine comfortably, raised his eyes and said in a cold tone: "What are you doing?"

Li Fuquan's forehead was sweating coldly: "Your Majesty brought the Wei Shijun back to the Yangxin Palace. I thought Your Majesty wanted to summon the Wei Shijun, and I... gave it to him..."

It’s really not that he misunderstood His Majesty’s meaning! Throughout history, the king brought the concubines in the harem back to the Hall of Yangxin. Isn’t it to summon him to sleep?

Anyway, none of them are just chatting with a quilt.

But I knew that Your Majesty did not have such a desire...

Ji Yue's tone was slightly raised, very gentle: "Who promises you to make your own decisions?"

He waited in the bedroom for a long time, but felt quite impatient, so he thought to come and take a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came in, he heard the young man's sad cry and the way he was unable to struggle.

All of his good mood was gone in an instant.

Those who are in a bad mood never end up well.

When Li Fuquan heard this, he was so scared that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "I deserve to die!"

He has been serving His Majesty for many years, and naturally knows His Majesty's temperament. The so-called tyrants are all gloomy faces, roaring at any time, and shouting to beat and kill whenever they disagree, like evil beasts eating people.

The King of Qin would not be like this. The King of Qin was handsome and his manners were extremely elegant and calm. He never scolded him loudly, and he rarely got angry, but...

It's just that I've always been an understatement and sent someone to death with a smile.

A perfect smile tiger.

The gentler His Majesty's tone is, the more miserable the opponent's fate will be.

Li Fu's whole body was shaking like a sieve, for fear that his head would be out of control the next moment.

Being with the king is like being with a tiger, and this is indeed true.

"Li Fuquan, you have been with Gu for twelve years. Your loyalty can be seen. I will not kill you." Ji Yue said lightly, "But don't think that after following Gu for many years, you can fool the emperor's heart and care about Gu's head. Go and get thirty whips."

Li Fuquan immediately kowtowed: "Thank you for your kindness!"

"As for you." Ji Yue stared at the palace servants who had just pressed Wei Lian without emotion.

The palace people had already looked like earth, knelt on the ground, begging for mercy one after another: "Your Majesty, please spare me!"

Ji Yue was calm: "Drag it down and kill it."

"Your Majesty, please spare me! You are please spare me!" Several palace servants immediately cried, but were still dragged away by the guards without any mercy.

One of them probably knew that he would die without a doubt, so he simply refused to beg for mercy and cursed: "Tyrant! You are disregarding human life! You will definitely not die well! If you have you in Qin, you will die!"

Ji Yue's face remained unchanged: "I don't want to listen."

The guard understood and immediately cut the man's tongue, blood splattered, and a piece of soft flesh fell to the ground, so the man could not make any sound.

Wei Lianse hugged in Ji Yue's arms, lowering his eyes calmly.

The rumors are not false, but the King of Qin is indeed... a tyrant.

Wei Lian had no mercy on these palace men. It is true that they would not die until they were guilty, but who was Wei Lian? There were many young men in the Chu palace, and they died young. He could live safely to this day, and he was ruthless and decisive, without any lack of any of them. He never felt meaningless sympathy.

But it is inevitable that there is a feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies.

From this point of view, he is really lucky to survive today. The people who were ordered to be dragged out today, and it may be him tomorrow.

"I have been in the Qin Dynasty for thousands of years, and I, Ji Yue, have left my name in history. How dare an unknown soldier gossip?" Ji Yue sneered, "It's extremely ridiculous."

Wei Lian just thought he couldn't understand and hugged the person tightly, and his body was still trembling slightly.

Ji Yue straightened him, looked at the young man's weak appearance, and said gently: "Aren't you scared?"

The young man in white raised his eyes with panic in his mouth, nodded for a while, and shook his head again.

"I'm not afraid if you are here."
Chapter completed!