After Being Reborn, He Was Haunted by a Tyrant

[White-skinned, beautiful, soft and cute little palace lady x gloomy, ruthless and paranoid tyrant] The tyrant Xiao Yi murdered his husband and murdered his brothers to ascend to the throne. He was cruel and unkind, and countless people died at his hands. At that time, Shaoyao just wanted to leave the palace quickly, but she didn't expect that the Queen Mother summoned her to deliver soup to the tyrant. When she saw the tyrant for the first time, she was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she offered him ginseng soup with trembling feet. The tyrant glanced lightly and ordered the people to pour all the soup with added ingredients into her mouth. After her body started to react, Shaoyao finally understood why the Queen Mother showed a half-smiling look when she took away the soup. Looking at the tyrant's ruthless face, she thought of the palace maid who tried to climb onto the dragon's bed but was beaten to death with random sticks. She was afraid that she would follow in his footsteps. But she didn't want to die, so she used her last strength to grab the corner of the dragon robe, moaning and begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare my life..." Finally, she felt the tyrant's cold hand caressing her side cheek and slowly falling on her slender neck, and a sharp pain suddenly hit her. The tyrant's cold and ruthless voice came to my ears, "The charming and charming Lord, you deserve to die." * When Shaoyao opened her eyes again, she was back to the age of sixteen. The tyrant had not yet ascended the throne and was still an unpopular prince. Shaoyao just wanted to stay away from the tyrant, but as a result, this life seemed different from the previous one. In this life, she not only has to serve tea and water to the tyrant, pinch and beat her legs, but she is also responsible for warming the bed and other shameful obligations? One day, Shaoyao lay on the soft couch, rubbing her waist that had been worked for many nights, and suggested to the tyrant that she wanted to rest for a few days. The tyrant raised his eyes coolly, continued to feed her cherries with one hand, and took the cherry pits she spat out with the other hand, and replied with two words: "No." That night, Shaoyao, who had worked hard a few times, just wanted to yell: It's been a hell of a day. Something to say: 1.1V1sc, the whole article is not long, it is a very sweet little article. Intention: I don't want to work hard, but I am forced to make progress every day