Yue Wang Gou Jian

"Your Majesty, King Yue's injury was a skin trauma, not life-threatening, but..."

In front of King Wu's tent, Imperial Physician Zhang suddenly paused, hesitant to speak.

"Go on..."

Wu Wang Fucha's voice was exactly the same as his expression, cold to freezing point.

All the way to carry Gou Jian back to the bedroom, Wu Wang Fu Chai's face was always gloomy and terrible, like a bomb, which may explode at any time and blow up others' bodies.

It is said that being with a king is like being with a tiger. At this time, Fucha, the king of Wu, is a tiger that bites anyone he sees.

Facing Fu Chai's sharp and cold gaze, Doctor Zhang felt his scalp go numb, his legs went limp, and he could hardly stand up.

"Your Majesty... King Yue's whip wound was too deep and the wound was not treated in time, so I'm afraid it will form a scar in the future..."

Fu Chai listened carefully, and when Doctor Zhang said one more word, Fu Chai clenched his fists a little more.

"and……"

Looking at Fu Chai's face full of rain and wind, Doctor Zhang hardly dared to say the following words.

"And what..."

Fu Chai stared closely at Imperial Physician Zhang, his voice extremely low.

"The wound on King Yue's forehead was pierced too deeply by the stone, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will leave scars in the future..."

After speaking in one sentence, Doctor Zhang's back was completely soaked.

……

King Wu's bedroom was silent for a while, except for the beeping sound of candlesticks...

After a while, Fu Chai's deep voice suddenly sounded, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth,

"If there is a scar left on King Yue's body, you should stop being an imperial physician..."

Veins popped out on the husband's forehead, his eyes were terribly red, and where Doctor Zhang couldn't see, his nails had been dug into the flesh, spilling traces of blood.

"Yes... yes... I will definitely try my best..."

Physician Zhang respectfully bowed to Fu Chai, and tremblingly withdrew from King Wu's bedroom.

Seeing the bright lights outside and the cool night, Doctor Zhang's breathing became much easier in an instant.

These days, to be an imperial physician, apart from being proficient in medicine, one must also have a strong heart.

Doctor Zhang let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat off his head with his hands.

Behind Imperial Physician Zhang, across the door from him, Wu Wang Fucha suddenly stood up, kicked the coffee table in front of him, and the bronze tea set on the coffee table fell to the ground with a splash.

……

The shadows of candles flickered, making the room dim.

Beside the coffee table, there was a man in neat clothes with a relaxed expression.

The long dark green hair was tied loosely behind his head, flowing with a faint luster under the dim candlelight.

On the tea table, there were two wine glasses, but they were empty. The jug of wine next to it was reheated half an hour ago, and the residual temperature was still there.

"Your Majesty, you are finally here."

Wu Zixu was not surprised at all when he saw Fu Chai, the king of Wu, appearing suddenly.

Directly ignoring the anger on Fucha's face that wanted to tear him apart, Wu Zixu smiled faintly at Fucha, picked up the jug, and poured wine into the two empty glasses on the tea table.

During the whole process, the expression was calm and the manner was leisurely...

"Your Majesty, time flies by, you were just a young boy when you came to the mansion of this official last time, and now you are a head taller than this official..."

Wu Zixu poured a glass of wine and handed it to Fucha, still with a faint smile on his face, looking at Fucha with pale eyes, but seemed to be looking at the distant past.

I still remember that many years ago, the man in front of me was as tall as my knee.

At that time, he liked to stick to himself the most.

He taught him how to play chess, play the piano, calligraphy and martial arts...

He likes this child from the bottom of his heart, not just because he is that person's son.

"Fucha likes Yafu the most..."

Many years ago, that child whispered in his ear.

How many years ago?

I can't remember...

In short, it has been a long, long time, as if it has been a lifetime.

……

With a sound of "dang", the wine glass fell to the ground, and the wine in the glass drenched the shoes of the two of them.

"Why did you do that?"

Fu Chai threw away the wine glass in Wu Zixu's hand, grabbed his front and asked sharply.

"Your Majesty... what did this humble minister do?"

Wu Zixu put on an innocent expression, his body has been pushed to the corner by Fu Chai.

"The man named Zi Chou has already recruited all of them. You ordered him to kill Goujian..."

Fu Chai's sharp gaze wished to turn into two sharp swords and stab Wu Zixu's heart straight. His slightly magnetic voice carried a trace of anger that he tried to suppress,

"Goujian is a widow's man, without the widow's permission, no one is allowed to touch a hair of his..."

"Is Goujian your man?"

Although Wu Zixu was imprisoned by Fu Chai so hard to breathe, but his eyes looking at Fu Chai were still as indifferent as before, and a playful smile was slightly raised on the corners of his lips, and he said to Fu Chai,

"May I ask my lord, who is Goujian, your enemy, your father and enemy, or your loved one?"

"you……"

When Wu Zixu's words poked at the heart of the matter, Fucha felt even more furious, threw Wu Zixu to the ground, and said angrily,

"This is the widow's own business, don't worry about it..."

"Your Majesty...you are the king of the Wu Kingdom...your affairs are the affairs of the Wu Kingdom. As the prime minister of the Wu Kingdom, why can't I take care of it?"

Enduring the pain, Wu Zixu struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Fucha, and said earnestly,

"Your Majesty, Gou Jian is thoughtful, ruthless, flexible, and ambitious. If this person is not eliminated, he will be a serious problem for our country of Wu in the future..."

Seeing Wu Zixu's bruised eyes, Fu Chai's anger of wanting to cut him into pieces was slightly reduced by two points, and he still said coldly,

"It's a mere country, and the widow doesn't take it seriously at all. Besides, Gou Jian is now a bird in a cage, how can he threaten the widow."

"Your Majesty, but you have feelings for Goujian, it's like digging your own grave..."

"Wu Zixu..."

Fu Chai interrupted Wu Zixu angrily, looked at him like a sharp knife and said,

"The widow is thinking of the last words of the late king, and has endured you until now. But if you attack Goujian again, the widow will never let you go..."

"Kings……"

Wu Zixu wanted to say something, but saw that Fu Chai had already walked away angrily.

"Could it be that my great country of Wu is really going to be destroyed by Gou Jian's hands?"

Wu Zixu raised his head and looked at the dark night sky through the hollow window. The crescent moon seemed to transform into the face of the man.

He was looking at him from the sky, with a warm smile on his lips.

Wu Zixu mourned in his heart, his eyes were dimmed with tears, and he said leisurely to the moon in the sky,

"He Lu, what do you think I should do?"