Emperor Lin Zhihuang's crying was too shrill. The ministers who were not sure about the situation at the banquet couldn't help but look at each other. The atmosphere was still tense just now, so why did he become a filial son crying?

King Lu was a little troubled by the shrill cry of Emperor Lin Zhihuang. Finally, he was still caring about his love for her. Seeing that her father cried, his father still praised him. He rarely relieved his expression and comforted him: "I am asking the doctor to come to see your father! Stop crying!"

"Wuwuwo! My father is dead, I won't live anymore! I'm so bastard. Without my father, I will definitely be bullied by many people!! Wuwuwo!! King, I'm afraid of death. You have to make the decision for me! I want to go home and go home! Dad!! I don't want to be here! King! Help... Wuwu..." Lin Zhihuang cried so hard that he cried and grabbed it with tears in his mouth, and his mouth was incoherent, which made people unable to bear to look at it.

There were shrill crying and howling floating in the entire banquet hall, and the sorrow of howling was nothing more than that.

"..." King Lu. This kid is a bit interesting. If Lin Zheyun really dies, he might as well accept this kid as his adopted son. It is good to have fun in normal times.

"..." You Wuji. This child is a bastard, thinking this is his family! He usually only grows like this if he gets less beaten?

"..." Xue Qing. I want to hammer this kid to death.

"......" The civil and military officials are very sluts, they say they are sluts and are quite self-aware.

"..." Lin Zheyun. I really thought I was dead, right? No...

Xue Qing walked over and lifted Lin Zhihuang who was crying loudly on Lin Zheyun. He squatted down and tried his breath. He said with a huge thunder: "Your father is still venting his anger! You kid are crying so hard that your head hurts! I will cry again, I will hammer you boy to death!"

Emperor Lin Zhihuang was lifted by Xue Qing and rushed directly to the place where King Lu sat upright. He was stopped by the Yulin Central Army General who was escorting King Lu's safety. King Lu raised his hand to stop the general's actions. Emperor Lin Zhihuang then hugged King Lu's thighs and cried as he wished.

"King! King! Please save me! General Weihu said he would hammer me to death! I'm afraid! Woo wow!! My father was also scared to death by him! The wise king! King! You have to protect me! I am the one who admires you the most. If I die, where can you find someone who understands you like this!"

Lin Zhihuang cried and laughed sincerely and funnyly. He laughed at the sitting King Lu, and reached out to touch Lin Zhihuang's head with a spoiled look, feeling that the child was so straightforward and heart-wrenching.

Xue Qingze was furious and furious: "You little boy! Didn't you say your father is not dead? Let go of the king's legs and get rid of the horse and pee. I really want to hammer you to death, a pussy boy who can talk sweetly!"

This time, Emperor Lin Zhihuang seemed to be really scared by Xue Qing and dared not cry. He stopped crying, hugged King Lu's thighs, and sobbed tremblingly.

Lin Zhihuang looked good, and his nose was crying red, looking very pitiful.

The balance in King Lu's heart immediately turned aside, glared at Xue Qing, and stopped him, "Okay, Zhongli, don't bother with a little boy!"

After scolding Xue Qing, King Lu ordered his servants: "Come here, please invite the doctor to come, treat the county magistrate Lin well, and send it back to the house to recuperate."

When Emperor Lin Zhihuang sobbed and Lin Zheyun who was carried out horizontally, he left the banquet, You Wuji seized the opportunity to stand up in a hurry, and naturally turned over the meat soup on the table with his sleeves without revealing his traces, and ran towards King Lu.

You Wuji caught a glimpse of the meat soup and felt very happy, because in this way, there was no need to eat it anymore, and a difficult thing was resolved immediately.

You Wuji felt relieved in his heart, but he said to King Lu with concern: "King, how could Lin Zheyun leave so easily? His illness came about... How true do you think it is?"

"No problem, no matter whether it is true or false, the meaning has been given, so it depends on how he will do it in the future! If he has not yet given food, kill him!" King Lu is not a fool.

Xue Qing believed that Lin Zheyun was really sick, and curled his lips and said disgusted: "A literati are weak, and if you eat a meat soup, you will be weak and will not be replenished!"

Xue Qing's words once again made the hatred. The civil servants who were still struggling with whether to eat meat soup all looked at him.

Lin Zheyun left the mansion in the morning and returned to the mansion at noon. Everyone in the mansion was shocked when they saw this, and they immediately made a fuss.

As soon as the men escorted by King Lu left, Emperor Lin Zhihuang immediately ordered the Liu Langzhong, who was evading Lin Zheyun's pulse in the mansion, and said, "Cook a bowl of vomiting medicine immediately!"

Lin Zhihuang's voice changed. Lin Zheyun, who was still closing his eyes and pretending to be dizzy, knew that King Lu's men had left. He immediately shook away the hand that Liu Langzhong was taking his pulse for him and asked strangely: "What are the medicines that induce vomiting?"

Lin Zhihuang's face was hard to describe. He silently looked at the stupid father in front of him, covered in vegetable juice, and hesitated how to tell him so that he could accept it more.

A moment later, there was a violent sound of vomiting in Lin Zheyun's room, and it did not stop until midnight.
Chapter completed!