The villain BOSS of the fast crossing system is coming

Chapter 573 My Emperor Cheng Huan (31)

The journey back to the palace was long, and Jun Jue's health deteriorated day by day.

On the carriage, she asked him, "Is there no cure?"

Jun Jue shook his head.

Meng Liang's two hundred and five... Don't let me know who he is when I go back, or I won't be able to beat him to death.

Mingshu was silent. She had already heard this answer from Meng Liang.

But when I got the answer from Jun Jue, I couldn't tell if I didn't want to accept it or was bored.

She put down the fruit in her hand, sat beside him, picked him up and hugged him.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way."

"What can your Majesty do?" Jun Jue covered his mouth and coughed twice, something hot and humid got on his palm, and he was about to cover it up when someone grabbed his hand, and gently wiped his palm with a white handkerchief.

After Mingshu wiped it clean, he stuffed another clean handkerchief into his hand, "Then I can only find you a place with beautiful mountains and rivers as a cemetery."

Ha ha.

I don't care as much as you do.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Mingshu: "..."

There was a sudden silence in the carriage, Jun Jue waited for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty didn't ask me, why did you make it like this?"

"Will you tell me?"

"Does Your Majesty want to know?"

The eyes of the two met, and an invisible edge spread between them.

Mingshu raised his hand and helped his mask, "Go to sleep for a while, we're almost in the imperial city."

Jun Jue pursed his lower lip, found a comfortable position to lie down, "Will His Majesty really accept the new King?"

Mingshu smiled, "Of course, do you think your beauty can make me pour out my entire harem for you?"

Jun Jue silently took out the knife and killed her.

Mingshu's voice continued, "When you die, I will immediately recruit new people into the palace. You, Feng Jun, have to let someone else sit, are you afraid?"

So if Laozi is not dead, she will not recruit newcomers?
Jun Jue silently retracted the knife again.

Mingshu just took care of him and didn't ask him anything else.

For the first time, Jun Jue felt that she was actually quite caring sometimes.

But when he hit him, he felt very heartbroken, and wanted to strangle her to death every minute.

Back in the palace, Jun Jue had almost fallen into a coma. Ming Shu asked the imperial physician to take turns to diagnose and treat him. This time it was not a happy pulse.

But the symptoms of the Junjue plague were very obvious. The previous plague was inexplicably good, and they didn't know how to treat it.

The imperial physicians were a little scared. Seeing that Mingshu was still hugging Junjue, they advised Mingshu to isolate Junjue first.

Mingshu drove out all the imperial doctors.

"His Majesty……"

"Don't come near here if you're afraid." Mingshu took the copper basin that Lian Xin was holding, and entered the hall.

Lian Xin bit her lip and followed Ming Shu in.

In the next few days, ministers from all walks of life began to stage bitter dramas. Mingshu didn't bother to care about them, and finally simply handed over the political affairs to Prime Minister Zhou, and didn't even go to court.

The imperial physicians were afraid that Mingshu would be infected, but Mingshu stayed in Xianyu Palace all day long. She seemed to be alive and kicking, and there was nothing wrong with her. Even the people serving in Xianyu Palace did not show signs of infection.

Only then did the imperial physicians heave a sigh of relief, maybe the plague on Feng Jun's body is no longer contagious...or maybe it's a different way of contagion.

Jun Jue could barely eat anything, Ming Shu hated him at first, but later he just coaxed him with a good temper and let him eat a little.

"Your Majesty, I really can't eat." Jun Jue's voice was weak.

"Just one bite." Mingshu put the spoon by Jun Jue's lips.

"Don't eat."

Mingshu fed it into his mouth in one gulp, then leaned over and fed it to Junjue.

Junjue wanted to vomit, Mingshu threatened him, "Try to spit it out."

Mingshu used this method to feed half a bowl, but Junjue couldn't swallow it, so he closed his mouth tightly and refused to give Mingshu a chance at all.

She drank the porridge in two or three strokes.

Food cannot be wasted.

Jun Jue watched her drink the porridge. She took care of what he ate for the past few days. Even if he knew that he would not be contagious, how could ordinary people explain it...

Is she not afraid at all?

"Your Majesty, do you like me?"

"do not like."

"Then why does His Majesty treat me so well?"

"Because you're stupid."

"..." You are stupid!You are all stupid!

Is it that difficult to like Lao Tzu?If you don't like me, why are you being so nice to me! !

Don't want to talk to snake spirits.

Mingshu waited for Jun Jue to fall asleep, she got up and went out the gate of the palace, and she touched the little beast out of her sleeve.

The little beast opened its eyes in a daze, shit shovel, is the meal ready?
Mingshu carried it to the next room, put it on the table, and several plates full of food were piled up in front of it.

The little beast's eyes lit up first, and just about to open its mouth to bite, it suddenly stopped, retreated warily, and hid behind a book.

Shit shovel, what do you want to do?
Do nothing to be courteous...

"Give me some blood." Mingshu smiled softly.

The little beast shrank into a ball, roaring and roaring.

I knew you had no good intentions, if you want to let go of yourself, I won't let you go, get out! !
"If my blood is useful, what am I going to do with yours? Be good, just put a drop, and I'll prepare a full banquet for you."

No!

The little beast refused very straightforwardly, and it would not let the one hundred tables full of Chinese people go.

Mingshu coaxed for a while, but the little beast resisted very much. Finally, Mingshu had to give up. She didn't take back the snacks, and left the room alone.

Seeing that Mingshu really gave up, the little beast jumped into the plate to eat, and when his belly was round, he patted his belly and looked towards the gate of the palace.

The little animal put the unfinished food on the table into the space, jumped off the table, and rolled around looking for Mingshu.

Shit shovel, do you care about him that much?

Xiaoshou jumped to the table next to Mingshu, sat on the table and looked at her.

He cared so much that he had to bleed it, he even forgot common sense!You shit shovel has changed!You are no longer the shit shovel officer who only likes me, you have other dogs!

Mingshu reached out and touched it, his voice was a little erratic, "I was impulsive just now."

The little beast licked her finger.

It's not that I'm stingy, he's just a mortal, he doesn't have a little spiritual energy in his body, I really gave it, he died faster.

"Ah."

The little beast took a look at Mingshu and hummed in his heart. He wanted to release its blood to a mortal. Those who shovel shit are probably stupid these days.

Even if it works, it won't give it!
What a noble beast it is, how can it have such a blood relationship with a mortal.
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Jun Jue's condition is getting worse and worse, he has tried all possible methods, and the imperial physicians almost vomited after reading those medical books.

Junjue understands that the things given by the system are definitely not something ordinary people can solve, so he looks very calm, and he only has one request——

Before you die, please like me so much.

Mingshu came in with a brand new set of clothes.

"It's all like this, it doesn't make any difference whether you change your clothes or not." Anyway, you don't like Lao Tzu.

Mingshu didn't say a word, he took off his clothes and put on new ones.

She bent down to pick him up, maybe because of these days of tossing, Jun Jue's body is so light that it can be ignored.

Junjue doesn't seem to want to get close to Mingshu.

"Hold me, fall down and waste all my good things, what compensation do you have?"

"Take your life." Anyway, this is the only life left for him now.

Mingshu looked down at him.

Jun Jue was so cowardly that he stretched out his hand to hook her neck, and asked in a low voice, "Do I have a smell?"

Ming Shu was slightly disgusted, "It stinks to death."

Jun Jue's face darkened, "Then Your Majesty should let me go."

"do not move."

(End of this chapter)