[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Qiushui Town is a small town by the Wangjing River.

The home of the ferryman is in the village by the Wangjing River.It's spring, with occasional rain.

Chu Yu's eyes were injured by the smoke, and he was delayed in Qiushui Town.

When the dressing was changed for the second time, the familiar fragrance of the medicine filled the eyes.

Chu Yu said, "In the future, I will ask King Qin to come here."

Chu Yu didn't hear the answer, but felt that the gauze covering her eyes was a little tighter.

"There are ten shadows by my side, you will be called Eleven in the future."

The man froze.

Chu Yu frowned, "Could it be that I'm not as good as King Qin?"

The people behind just silently tied the last knot on the gauze.

Chu Yu stretched out his hand and pulled a section of hair that was soft to the touch. The man seemed to have no strength, and Chu Yu pulled him to his side with a slight movement.

The boy turned over and pressed the person on the collapsed floor.

Start with a piece of suet cold jade-like skin.

The young emperor's hand pampered him, passing inch by inch over the face of the person below him.

Caressed slender eyebrows, soft lips.

Chu Yu's hand went down, and it landed on a slender waist. It seemed to have stopped for a moment, and then he put his hand on the knife at the man's waist and groped.

Like a machete beyond the Great Wall.

King Qin's knife.

The person below him suddenly struggled, and Chu Yu rode on him, carefully groping for every inch of the mark on this person.

During the time when he couldn't see, he had to remember this person and distinguish this person.

Since he is the person entrusted with the king of Qin's life, he must be the only one who can be trusted.

There's no room for error with murderous threats all around.

A slight panting could be heard.

The strength of Chu Yu's confinement is very strong. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and studied with famous teachers. He never slacks off for a day.

During the entanglement, the young emperor was slapped severely on the face.

The young man's handsome cheeks instantly turned red.

His expression turned cold, and he moved his hands up and landed on the man's slender neck.

Flames flickered in Chu Yu's gauze-covered eyes.

The person who dared to touch him in this world has not yet been born.

This man's strength is not even as good as his, struggling weakly under his palm, dying breath.

It was such a person, with such a little strength, who carried him all the way from Xiaozhou Mountain to Wangjing River.

Chu Yu let go of the hand that strangled the opponent's neck.

The person below gasped heavily.

"Where did King Qin find such an unruly slave like you?"

Chu Yu didn't get an answer, the air was very quiet, as if he was the only one.

The smell of medicine that was close at hand finally went away.

The door shut shut.

Chu Yu pursed his lips in a lack of interest.

Wang Shi is a good person, and it is a great fortune to meet someone who is willing to rescue someone without asking their name or origin.

Wang Shi and his son and daughter are very noisy, Chu Yu doesn't like it, but that person seems to like it very much.

Sometimes he would hold a two-year-old child in his arms. It was strange to say that when he held him, the child who was supposed to be crying stopped crying, and the grape-like eyes stared at people and giggled.

The older one was an eight-year-old girl named Ah Yue, who ran over with a windmill in her hand and tugged on Chu Yu's robe, "Your brother looks really good-looking."

Chu Yu said, "How good-looking is it?"

Ah Yue said, "He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

The little girl spinning a colorful windmill is wearing a spring short jacket, bouncing up and down, and her shoulders are covered with peach blossoms when she smiles.

Chu Yu raised her eyebrows, remembering the outline drawn with her fingers when touching his skin, and the smooth waistline.

The darkness in front of Chu Yu's eyes is gradually fading away.

When the gauze for the third dressing change was removed, a white light and shadow was already visible in front of my eyes.

Still can't see clearly.

Until the snake hiding in the grass came out, spitting out a blood-red letter and biting off the throat of the innocent, it was still unclear.

In Qiushui Town, there was no Hei Jia waiting for King Qin to escort him, and the desperate assassin arrived first.

The horseshoes crushed the peach blossoms, and the drizzle wet the weeds on the hut.

The sword shadow looked hideous in the night.

The mournful cries of the eight-year-old girl stopped abruptly in the middle of the night.

Like a broken string.

The colorful windmill fell to the ground, soaked in red blood.

With the ups and downs of the wind, the body of the kind ferryman is in a different place.

The moonlight silvered the sharp sword, and the dilapidated screen window rustled in the wind.

The author says:

Little Emperor: I seem to be getting closer and closer to the crematorium without knowing it... What should I do?

King Qin: (trying to add firewood)

Eizo: (working hard to add firewood)