The regent Zhou Lingyu despised sick Yangzi the most.
Especially the legitimate son of the Song family who coughed twice after taking three steps, he was simply the top porcelain of the Great Zhou Dynasty - he couldn't touch it, he couldn't scold him, and he still had to offer it.
He sneered in the restaurant: "Song Lingyu? I can make him cry for half a month with one punch."
Suddenly a chuckle came from behind the screen.
The jade bone fan opened the bamboo curtain, revealing a pale and beautiful face.
"Your Majesty," the man's eyes were red, but he smiled thrillingly, "I am not feeling well, so I have to leave first."
Later, anklets were locked every night in the Regent's Palace.
Zhou Lingyu pinched the lonely man's ankle and gritted his teeth: "... Ancestor, drink medicine or drink my blood, you choose one."
Song Lingyu tugged on the chain and kicked him softly in the heart:
"Let go, you're an unfamiliar wild dog."
