Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Physician Zhou fell to his knees with a plop, and prostrated himself on the ground.

"His Majesty……"

The hall was extremely quiet, and Imperial Physician Zhou's face was pale, and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

"Your Majesty, this humble minister is guilty..."

Emperor Xi snorted coldly, "Say." The seemingly calm voice was full of rage that almost devoured people.

"Wei Chen went home from duty that day, and got into a carriage..."

With a trembling voice, he narrated what happened that day.

"That is to say, you have a family? You even have a grandson!?"

"Your Majesty has committed a serious crime. Please give me the death penalty." Zhou Jin shook his head like a sieve, and forced himself to say: "But it was not intentional to conceal it at the time. I tend to offend people easily, and working in the Imperial Hospital is unpredictable. The Zhou family only The incense of this line of Weichen has been hidden. It is definitely not intentional to deceive the king, please learn from your majesty."

After finishing speaking, he began to kowtow vigorously.

"That is to say, you have leaked the matter of my dragon body to others." Emperor Xi smiled twice, "Okay, everyone is very good, very good..." He was still talking calmly to himself, but his hands were Picked up the pen, washed it and smashed it down.

A crisp sound resounded in the hall, fragments of the brush washer splashed, Emperor Xi panted heavily, and Imperial Physician Zhou collapsed to the ground in shock.

"I won't kill you. If I kill you, where can I find a doctor Zhou? I will help you get your family back. Remember..."

At the end the sound was almost inaudible.

Physician Zhou straightened up and cried out in grief: "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. It's my minister who failed His Majesty's trust. I will die."

"Remember what I said, don't show any clues. Zheng Haiquan——"

Zheng Haiquan appeared out of nowhere, "Your Majesty."

"Green up the doctor Zhou before letting him go out."

"yes."

After Emperor Xi left, Zheng Haiquan called someone to fetch water to help Imperial Physician Zhou wash his hands and face.

The two servants were eunuchs with withered faces, without any emotion on their faces, they walked silently, and their eyes were cold. Zheng Haiquan asked them to come forward to serve, and the two approached, every move was like a ruler, neither too much nor too little.

Their hands were cold, giving people a reptile-like touch. Doctor Zhou still had a slumped face, muttering to himself in a trance, and he could hear his self-blaming words when he got close.

After cleansing the face, it was time to comb their hair and put on a crown. After the two of them were busy, Imperial Physician Zhou shivered and regained his senses.

"Director Zheng—old man, I'm ashamed..."

Zheng Haiquan chuckled and whispered, "Imperial Physician Zhou should not blame yourself too much, there is nothing better than knowing a mistake and doing good. Your Majesty still values ​​Imperial Physician Zhou."

Physician Zhou smiled wryly, but did not speak.

After seeing off Zhou Jin, Zheng Haiquan returned to the inner hall.

"Are there any abnormalities?"

Zheng Haiquan shook his head, "Ever since one of them surprised him that time, he has avoided these few, but today he let them serve him, and he was in a trance. Hiding his emotions completely relies on a cold face, otherwise, he wouldn't have shown his feet in front of His Majesty."

Emperor Xi snorted coldly, noncommittal.

"Betrayal is betrayal, no matter how many reasons he has, it cannot be erased. Since it is his bondage, then..."

Zheng Haiquan's spine felt a chill, and his head drooped even lower.

It was clearly a summer day, but Zhou Jin shivered a little.

I don't blame him either, at this time of night, when people should sleep peacefully, he was dragged away and said that he wanted to watch some 'good show'. The grass is wet and dewy, and it is in the suburbs and crawling on the mud. If it hadn't been for the hardships of hanging pots to help the world in the early years, Zhou Jin would have been unable to hold on at this time.

The moonlight was very bright, and only the sound of insects could be heard around. Zhou Jin knew that there were many people crawling around him, but there was no movement at all.

Crawling beside him was a man who was also dressed in night clothes, with an ordinary face and inconspicuous demeanor. But Zhou Jin knew that this person was not simple, because this person was responsible for his contacts with King Jing in Beijing.