Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 150 × Emperor's Industry × The Emperor's Disgrace

"Your Majesty, the general asked the slaves to serve you well."

In the bright bedroom, the bathtub used for bathing was filled with cold water mixed with ice cubes. Chu Qinghuang, who was only wearing a layer of unlined clothing, was snapped open by the servant standing on the bank and pushed him to the ground. In the pool.

Chu Qinghuang was shivering from the cold, her whole body seemed to be unconscious.

His teeth were shivering, he stood up from the pool where the icy water reached his chest, and wanted to go to the bank, but the servants standing on the bank blocked him from going up.

"Your Majesty, your body is so dirty. Living in this Qianqing Palace will pollute the spirit of the Son of Heaven." The servant pushed Qinghuang's shoulders, "So, please trouble the Emperor to clean this filthy body by himself. Servants Only then can I serve the emperor."

Chu Qinghuang's mind is not very clear anymore, he was seriously injured and was weak, but he was forced to soak in this cold pool, his whole body was almost numb from the cold.

Those servants looked at him coldly, watching him shivering standing in the cold pool.

After soaking in this cold pool for an unknown number of hours, Chu Qinghuang, who was on the verge of fainting, was dragged up by two servants arm in arm.Without wiping off the water stains on his body, he was dragged all the way into the bedroom.

Chu Lang was sitting on the dragon bed, watching the almost dying Chu Qinghuang being dragged in.

Chu Qinghuang's whole body was soaked in ice water and turned pale, and was dragged by the two servants to the inner hall and thrown on the ground, curled up hugging her body with her teeth chattering.

Chu Lang walked up to him.

"It's so cold..." There was no temperature in her whole body, and Chu Qinghuang still thought that she was still standing in the cold pool, "It's so cold."

Chu Lang reached out to touch Chu Qinghuang's wet hair, "Is it cold?"

Chu Qinghuang just shrank her body and kept trembling.

Chu Lang was holding the candlestick he took off from the table just now, and when he heard Chu Qinghuang's unconscious murmur, he tilted his hand, and all the candle tears dripped onto Chu Qinghuang's exposed neck.

The sudden scalding made Chu Qinghuang cry out in pain.

As if Chu Lang didn't hear it, he put the candlestick in his hand close to the exposed skin on Chu Qinghuang's neck, and the hot candle tears fell down like falling beads.

Chu Qinghuang was so hot that he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of water vapor, he couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was, but kept struggling, trying to avoid the scorching heat sticking to the blood vessels.

Chu Lang pressed his shoulder, dripping candle tears continuously.

Chu Qinghuang cried out in mourning, but couldn't struggle, tears rolled out from the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

Chu Lang didn't stop until one candlestick was burned out.

A layer of hard wax had already condensed on Chu Qinghuang's neck, and the pale skin just now had an abnormal blush.

Chu Lang's eyes were still cold, and he dragged Chu Qinghuang out of the inner hall to the cold pool just now.

Chu Qinghuang was dragged here by him, she collapsed on the ground and couldn't even open her eyes.Chu Lang raised his foot and kicked him into the cold pool.

The biting coldness enveloped him again, and Chu Qinghuang, who was already chaotic and even lost consciousness for a while, suddenly woke up.

Seeing his painful appearance, Chu Lang felt distorted joy in his heart, and ordered the servants, "Serve the emperor well tonight."

Those servants had also been with Chu Lang for some time, so they naturally understood the meaning of his words, and sent Chu Lang away with a flick of his sleeve in response.

Chu Qinghuang soaked in that cold pool all night, and she lost consciousness in her lower body.The two servants were afraid that he would die, so they picked him up while he was still alive, threw him into the inner hall, and lit two stoves for him.

Although Chu Qinghuang bears the title of emperor, all the power is in Chu Lang's hands.Except for the day when he ascended the throne, Chu Lang never let him out of Qianqing Palace.

After soaking in the cold pool for a few days, even though he used ginseng to nourish his body afterwards, Chu Qinghuang was already cold and weak. After these few days of tossing, although he couldn't see anything on the surface, his whole body was already half weak.

Chu Lang controlled a certain speed, tortured his body, but prevented him from dying.After daily torture, many nourishing medicinal materials would be poured into him, hanging his life.

Chu Lang didn't know what went crazy that day, and dragged Chu Qinghuang, who had been having a high fever for several days, off the dragon bed.Called a few nuns to slap their mouths, watched Chu Qinghuang vomit blood before leaving as if happy.

There was no servant to apply medicine to Chu Qinghuang, leaving him to fend for himself.

When all the servants withdrew, Chu Qinghuang, who was paralyzed on the ground, suddenly turned over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

What the hell, even if it doesn't hurt to be slapped by a woman, you will still get angry, okay?

"Chu Lang——" Chu Qinghuang got up from the ground, covered her swollen face, and said bitterly, "I stabbed your kidney!"

When Chu Lang returned to his palace, the old eunuch who had followed him for many years had already greeted him and called out, "Master."

"Uncle Ning." Chu Lang was still somewhat close to this old eunuch who had followed him since he was a child.His bedroom never allowed those servants to come in, and only let the old eunuch take care of it alone.

Ning Yu saw that Chu Lang left the palace suddenly again, and knew where he went again, "Master, did you dream about the little prince again?"

The little prince was naturally referring to Chu Ya.

Chu Lang's face changed, but he didn't speak.

Once Chu Lang dreamed of Chu Ya, he would torture Chu Qinghuang once.

"Master, the little prince will feel heartbroken seeing you like this." Ning Yu advised, "The eighth prince is also a poor man, why not give him a happy..."

"Ning Bo!" Chu Lang's tone was a bit serious, and he put his hand on the table.

Ning Yu grew up watching the two of them grow up. Now that the playful little prince is dead, the master's temper is getting weirder.

But this is not unusual, the two brothers have been friends since they were young, and because they were born in the palace, the interdependent family relationship is even stronger.

"Chu Qinghuang killed Chu Ya, if he died, wouldn't it be too cheap for him." Chu Lang sneered, "Besides, what's so pitiful about his male whore!"

Ning Yu knew that the master was distorted into this appearance by hatred, and also knew that it would be fruitless to persuade him, so he could only say, "The slave just wants to ask the master to take care of his health, and the little prince must feel uncomfortable seeing the master doing this for him." of."

When Chuya was mentioned, Chu Lang felt a little warmth in his heart, but that warmth was quickly distorted into hatred for Chu Qinghuang!

If it weren't for this person, how could the two of his brothers have fallen into the current situation where Yin and Yang are strangers?

"Go and call Qi Sheng." Chu Lang said suddenly.

Qi Sheng is Ning Yushou's godson, and also an eunuch in the palace, with cruel methods, but he is loyal to Chu Lang.Normally Chu Lang didn't use him because he thought he was not good enough to be on the stage, but now he thought of the usefulness of this person.

When Qi Sheng came, Chu Lang was holding a cup of hot tea with his eyes closed, but he didn't drink it, just sat there.

"I have seen the general!" Qi Sheng, who was not unusual in appearance, knelt down and saluted.

Chu Lang just let out an 'hmm'.

Qi Sheng had figured out Chu Lang's intention to find him, seeing that Chu Lang didn't speak, it was hard for him as a slave to speak.

Chu Lang opened his eyes when the hot tea in his hand turned cold, "Qi Sheng."

Hearing Chu Lang's voice, Qi Sheng lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "The servant is here!"

"The emperor is not in good health these days." Chu Lang said.

Qi Sheng has been in the deep palace for so many years, and he has a lot of contacts and news, so he naturally knows the inside story, "According to the general, I want to..."

"The emperor is timid and timid now, it looks really boring." The teacup was placed on the table, and there was a sound when it was touched, "Qi Sheng, give me an idea, how can I make the emperor interesting."

What he said was not cryptic, Qi Sheng naturally understood immediately, "Return to the general, the emperor is very proud, even though he was broken by the late emperor, but he is also very tough. For such a person, according to what the slave sees, either He held it high, and then kicked him down. Or pulled him so low that he couldn't even straighten his bones."

"According to Qi Sheng's opinion, should I praise it or pull it away?" Chu Lang said.

Qi Sheng smiled obsequiously, "That depends on what kind of result the general wants."

Chu Lang played with his fingers, "Crush his bones so that he doesn't even dare to think about death."

Qi Sheng stepped forward, "General, the servant has a plan..."

The author has something to say: Chu Lang: (tears)...Fuck, death is not far away

Chu Ya: (squint eyes) Hurry up if you can touch it, I can’t even touch it

Chu Feng: Let me go back! !There is a pervert down here who keeps discussing Qinghuang's chrysanthemum with me! !

Lou Jiao: (smiling evilly, drawing the knife) Who do you call a pervert?