Chapter 200 Four Villains Crematorium 32

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He glanced sideways at her, his eyes dark and unpredictable.

"Why save me?"

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Sang Yu to ask this.

She thought he would ask her why she secretly kissed him!

"Because I don't want anything to happen to the emperor's uncle."

Sang Yu's eyes met a pair of clear and innocent eyes, and the girl stopped laughing and playing and looked at him seriously.

For a moment, Sang Yu had the illusion of seeing deep affection in her eyes.

My heart, which had always been silent, suddenly beat.

He looked away and stopped looking at her. His side face was cold, with no emotion easily visible.

"Thank you."

He just said two words lightly and stopped talking.

He didn't ask her why she saved him in that way, it seemed that he never cared.

Sang Yu suddenly became discouraged.

She would also feel sad if the emperor's uncle was so cold.

Suddenly I missed her cute little Muhuai.

"Uncle, please have a good rest. I will come see you tomorrow."

"No need." He refused coldly.

Looking at his cold and arrogant back, Sang Yu said "Oh" and walked away with his head hanging down.

The girl's voice was full of disappointment, and Sang Yu couldn't help but look at her.

As she walked further and further away, her back was stretched longer and longer by the light. Sang Yu unconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to keep something, but in the end he retracted his hand and his eyes dimmed.

That’s all.

Why should a dying person hope for anything?

What's more, she and he may not necessarily have the same thoughts.

Sang Yu lowered his eyelashes slightly, and a hint of ridicule escaped from the corners of his lips, laughing at his own wishful thinking.

Although Sang Yu refused to say it, Sang Yu vaguely felt that Sang Yu's illness was serious.

Since her blood can wake him up, it means he must have been poisoned.

Back at the palace, Sang Yu untied the bandage on his hand and the bleeding had stopped.

She was silent for a while, letting Wei Fangxu bring some water to clean the wound, and then found a clean bandage to wrap it around.

"Why is Your Majesty so seriously injured? I sent someone to call the imperial doctor."

Just as Wei Fangxu was about to leave, Sang Yu stopped him, "No, let's set up the imperial dining room."

Wei Fangxu didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he could only arrange it.

When Sang Yu came to the imperial kitchen, the cooks thought she was looking for trouble, so they all knelt on the floor in fright, shaking like sieves.

"Where's the imperial chef? Come here." Sang Yu glanced at him.

The imperial chef, who shrank like a turtle, stood up tremblingly and walked to Sang Yu. He lowered his head and was so frightened that he almost couldn't stand still.

"Am I so scary?" Sang Yu asked, looking at him with cold sweat on his face.

"It's not scary." The imperial doctor said duplicitously.

Isn't it scary?

He was cooking once before, and happened to meet Sang Yu who came to inspect the imperial kitchen. He was a little nervous, and shook his spoon a thousand times as a punishment.

That time his hand almost broke.

If she hadn't liked the food he cooked, she would have used his head as a ball to kick.

Now, is she going to punish him again?

"I want to learn how to cook, come here and teach me."

Sang Yu walked to the stove and rolled up his sleeves neatly.

The imperial chef was stunned.

What happened to the emperor?

How did it become like this?

"Hurry up, if you keep stalling, I'll chop off your head and use it as a bench."

Well, it’s still the same emperor.

Wei Fangxu had been watching from the side, watching Sang Yu, who had never touched Yang Chun Shui, cook five dishes under the guidance of the imperial chef.

She cooks every dish herself and doesn't let anyone interfere.

Even though she made herself look disgraceful and her hands were blistered by hot oil, she didn't give up.

Wei Fangxu didn't understand what she was going to do.

After the last dish was ready, he saw Sang Yu untying the bandage on his hand, picking up the fruit knife on the side, and then slashed open the wound that had stopped bleeding...

(End of chapter)