This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 351 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (65)

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the gloomy and beautiful eyebrows became more and more thrilling under the warm yellow candlelight, and the jade-like fingers subconsciously tried to push back.

But her act of resistance seemed to arouse the man's ferocity, and her aggression became even more excessive.

Shen Yue cried.

Crying so pitifully.

Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, crystal tears stood on her eyelashes, and the corners of her eyes were very red, as if she had applied a layer of rouge.

The man watched, his heart beat fast for a moment, and he laughed softly, exuding a pleasant atmosphere, but without any sympathy.

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The emperor's condition became more and more serious. Shen Yaojin stayed by his side every step of the way, and even took care of him personally. I don't know how many good reputations he has won.

Not only these, the emperor is sick in bed now, he can't even stand up, even in the early court, only Shen Yue and Shen Yaojin are in charge.

Or it could be said to be a battlefield for two people.

Shen Yaojin is indeed a wise gentleman, he is very smart, resourceful, and kind-hearted, but this does not mean that he is a soft persimmon, on the contrary, his methods are like thunder, clean and neat, and he is more cruel than ever Be cold-blooded.

All strategies are to protect the interests of the common people, and of course the interests of some officials will also be exploited. Of course, there are many people who refuse to accept Shen Yaojin's methods, but there are also many loyal ministers who stand by Shen Yaojin's side.

But it was obvious that Shen Yaojin's crowd was louder, Shen Yue was not suitable, she was really not suitable, if the country fell into her hands, I'm afraid it would be a crowd of mourners.

However, Shen Yue has far more rights than Shen Yaojin.

If the emperor died, no matter who passed the throne to, it would be Shen Yue, because the most trusted eunuch around the emperor was Shen Yue's people.

Even if her name was not written on the throne in the will, Shen Yue would make it her own.

The setting sun dyed the clouds into a desolate bright red, crossing the yellow tiles, dyed with a thin layer of blush, wisps of soft slanting light sprinkled from the sky, bright and dazzling.

Hall of Mental Cultivation, looking from a distance, the crimson palace looks like it is embedded in the snow, and the golden glazed tiles shine brightly in the setting sun.

Shen Yue came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and Shen Yaojin was also inside. He was feeding the emperor medicine, and now the emperor didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

This winter seems to be extraordinarily cold, with wind and snow outside, and charcoal fire inside as warm as spring.

The emperor lying on the bed was pale, his face was black, his cheeks were so thin that only a layer of bones remained, his lips were purple, and he looked like he was dying.

If there is no accident, I am afraid that I will not be able to survive this winter.

Shen Yue's eyes flashed, but in fact there was no disturbance in her heart, she walked up to her, and softly called her father.

The emperor's eyeballs moved with difficulty, he looked at Shen Yue, his emotions suddenly became agitated, he raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at Shen Yue with trembling fingertips, and hung up and down in one breath, holding back alive. In the throat, the already dark face turned purple.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"The emperor calm down!"

A group of eunuchs and doctors next to him were startled, and hurried up to pat the emperor on the back to make him calm down.

The emperor was panting, humming like a box blown apart by the wind, his eyes fixed on Shen Yue, it didn't look like he was looking at his relatives, but like looking at an enemy he hated to the bone.

The medicine in Shen Yaojin's hand was also swung away by the emperor and fell to the ground. The strong and unpleasant smell of the medicine spread, adding to the air of death.

"Ni...Ni...Zi..."

Speaking inarticulately, the emperor obviously took in more air and less air out, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Shen Yaojin looked at Shen Yue who was standing not far away.

It seems that she doesn't want to get too close, but Shen Yue is quite far away, with a faint smile on her face, beautiful eyebrows and gorgeous eyes, the tear mole under the corner of the eye exudes a coquettish atmosphere, and the black eyes are curved into crescent moons. Curved, the dark eyelashes are breathtaking.

She was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

Shen Yaojin froze for a moment, the back of his hand was scalded red by the hot potion, but he didn't seem to feel it, just lowered his eyes and indifferently wiped off the bitter medicinal juice on his hands with a silk handkerchief.

Shen Yue walked over, still a little disgusted, and didn't go too far, seeing the emperor glaring at her on the dragon bed, the smile on his face deepened.

His tone was innocent.

"Father, why are you looking at my son like this? Did my son do something wrong?"

The emperor's breathing became heavier, his mood fluctuated violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and because he couldn't speak, he could only stare at Shen Yue with extremely vicious and resentful eyes.

The eunuch quickly brought another bowl of boiled medicine, braving the heat of white mist, Shen Yue took the medicine from the tray and came to the emperor.

His eyebrows are gloomy, and his smile is clean and yearning.

"Father, you still need to take the medicine properly, otherwise your health will not recover."

After finishing speaking, she pinched the emperor's chin and used her strength directly. Because of the pain, the emperor let go of his tightly closed mouth, and the medicine juice that was still steaming thickly was poured in.

The emperor's whole body was shaking, but he couldn't make any sound, like a fish on the shore, flicking on the chopping board.

None of the eunuchs and maids with their hands on the side dared to say anything, they all lowered their heads and breathed lightly.

The wrists were pinched by a pair of rough hands, and they were pinched very hard, as if they were going to break Shen Yue's wrists.

Shen Yue's movements were restrained, she turned her head slightly, her complexion was dazzlingly white, cold and sickly white, and her thick eyebrows and eyes became darker, as if they had been soaked in ink.

She was still smiling, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

The full and bright red lips spit out two words gently, giving people an illusion of tenderness.

"let go."

Shen Yaojin had no expression on her face, she was not angry, her sharp eyes did not fluctuate at all because of Shen Yue's words.

The magnetic voice was tinged with a bit of coldness.

"He is the royal father, how can you be so presumptuous."

Shen Yue seemed to have heard some nice joke, she laughed softly, and the next second, the smile on her face was gone, she raised her hand and slapped it across the face.

Caught off guard, Shen Yaojin was beaten straight on, her cold face was slightly crooked, her sharp eyes stared straight at Shen Yue, and the strength in her hands increased.

Shen Yue was also not polite, and gave another slap in the face.

This time, Shen Yaojin's face was crooked and she didn't turn around for a long time, the veins on the back of her hands burst out, a kind of uncontrollable anger was like a wild beast about to break through the cage of reason.

Turning his head extremely slowly, his red eyes fixed on Shen Yue.

And Shen Yue gave him another slap.

　It’s okay to refresh it later (poor)
　　Hahahaha, Yueyue made it easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)