Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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While speaking, there was a trace of fear in his expression.

Look, this is the current emperor.

A waste who would be afraid to drink bitter medicine.

Xie Zhuo's face suddenly sank: "What does your majesty mean?"

"The medicine that I have worked so hard to boil for you, if you say you don't want to drink it, you won't drink it. Where do you put your mind?"

"Could it be that Your Majesty is dissatisfied with the subject?" His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but there was a strong threat.

Chu Chen seemed to have thought of the consequences of having a bad opinion of him, he took the boiling medicine bowl regardless, and was about to pour it into his mouth.

When he looked up, he saw the little eunuch behind Xie Zhuo barely nodded at him.

Just as he was about to swallow the bowl of boiling medicine, his wrists were gripped by a pair of rough hands that still couldn't get rid of it.

"Your Majesty, do you want to accuse me of murdering the emperor?" Xie Zhuo looked at the emperor on the bed with a sneer, and his voice sank.

"I... I dare not." Chu Chen seemed to be frightened by his words, and spoke in a low voice.

"Then don't be so stupid!" Xie Zhuo reprimanded, motioning for a spoon.

Spoonful after spoonful of bitter medicine was fed into his throat, and Chu Chen's face turned pale with the bitterness, many times uglier than when he was sick.

Chu Chen's embarrassed appearance obviously pleased Xie Zhuo, and after he swallowed the last mouthful of medicine, Xie Zhuo took out a veil from his arms and tapped it on the corner of his lips.

"That's right, His Majesty is obedient and will please people."

What he said didn't seem to be aimed at the emperor, but rather at his grandson.

But the emperor didn't have the slightest objection to his disrespectful words. Instead, he said cautiously: "Thank you, Eunuch."

After saying this, he lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

And that gaze seemed to be looking at the scar on Xie Zhuo's hand.

The chief executive, who had a gentle face just now, looked cold, and threw the handkerchief away: "What are you looking at, Your Majesty?"

"How much did I suffer because of you pampered princes?"

"Look at how despicable the minister was in the past?"

He stretched out his hand, pinched the emperor's chin tightly, forced him to raise his head, and said in a sullen voice: "Your Majesty, the water in winter is really cold."

"When I was doing laundry, I saw chilblains split open and blood seeped into my clothes."

"Is Your Majesty happy wearing the clothes that I personally washed?"

"I... I didn't!" The little emperor murmured with fear in his eyes, "I didn't wear your laundry!"

A generation of emperors, under the threat of eunuchs, used honorific titles.

His face became paler and paler, as if he would faint in the next moment.

"The chief executive can't do it!" A slightly calm voice came, and Xie Zhuo looked back as if he had been called back to reason.

With a cold snort, Xie Zhuo shook off the emaciated emperor, wiped his palms, and sneered.

"Your worthless trash!" He flung the handkerchief lightly on Chu Chen's body: "The autumn wind enters Beijing, and it will be the day of your death."

The majestic chief executive shook his sleeves and left, and the eunuch who had just reminded him silently picked up the snow-white handkerchief from Chu Chen's body, checked that there was no trace of it, then turned and left.

The gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was closed again, and the previous silence was restored.

The cowardice on Chu Chen's face slowly disappeared, he rolled up the quilt beside him, and wiped away the traces of being touched by Xie Zhuo little by little.

After a long time, a short laugh suddenly came out in the cold room.

Xie Zhuo stood in front of the palace gate still angry, and the reason in his mind seemed to be blown back by the autumn wind.