251. Chapter 251 Disaster for the country and the witch [7]
You may become my lucky star at some point, right?”
"The Emperor has unique wisdom, and what he said is absolutely correct."
The matter has come to this, and the emperor doesn't need him to say anything more. If he talks more, he won't even be able to save his life, so what else can he talk about?
The most urgent task is to stabilize your position first.
"Take Elder Yu down to rest. Give him a mansion in the capital."
Seeing that Yu Chanzi still looked like an immortal, Tuoli only had the word "shen stick" in his mind to describe this person.
What I hate most in life is the kind of person who uses the pretense of God's will to cover up his ugly intentions.
If he didn't want to refute Luo Yuxi's face, he would have dragged this magician down and quartered him in the name of deceiving the public with his monstrous words.
The early winter sunshine shines warmly into the bedroom through a bamboo forest outside the window.
When the sun was shining for three days, Mo Zihan slowly woke up.
After stretching greatly, he felt a sharp pain in his back and buttocks, which suddenly awakened his originally chaotic consciousness.
Looking back on what happened in the past two days, how can I use a random word to describe it.
That tyrant in Tuoli ordered her to be beaten yesterday.
Thinking of what happened last night, Mo Zihan was furious.
That damn tyrant, she had caught him so many times before and kindly let him go, but he only caught her once and refused to let go.
He even ordered her to be beaten because she said something about him!
This was the first time in her life that she had been beaten. No matter how bad she behaved in the past, her parents were reluctant to beat her. But this tyrant actually beat her a hundred times for such a small thing.
One hundred slabs! One slab would make her gnash her teeth in pain, one hundred slabs... She knew without even looking at her that her ass and buttocks were absolutely torn to pieces now, and it was horrible to look at.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the place where he was hit.
Fortunately, it wasn't as painful as I thought.
I felt something like ointment on my hand, so I put my hand to my nose and smelled it.
Hmm! Not bad! Excellent golden sore medicine.
There seemed to be a palace maid who had been taking care of her yesterday. Although she didn't know who it was, she was still very grateful. At least it was a pretty good treatment for her as a prisoner.
She felt the quilt covering her body. In order not to touch her wounds, the palace maid divided the quilt into two places to cover her. How careful this was.
I bit my lip, feeling a slight tingling sensation on the tip of my tongue, and there was still a bit of bitterness left in my mouth. Some inexplicably heart-warming moments flashed into my mind.
I don't know if it was a dream or something real, but yesterday because she really didn't want to drink the medicine that was so bitter that she almost woke up from a coma, the person who fed her the medicine actually kissed her and drank the whole medicine.
It is undeniable that even though I was semi-conscious at the time, I clearly realized that I was infinitely greedy for those lips.
That person was very gentle and attentive. It was like her parents pampered her and took medicine when she was sick when she was a child.
She liked the pampering feeling of being held, cuddled and coaxed by him, so although she could hold her breath and drink the medicine in one go, in order to allow him to continue to pamper her, for the first time in her life, she
He even did it while semi-conscious.
She admitted that she was a creative person. But it was the first time for her to use such small thoughts in a semi-conscious state.