Male God, a Little Su

Luo Xiu thought that she would be beaten to death, becoming the most dignified of all the eunuchs who served the emperor in all dynasties.

But he is not dead.

When he woke up, he was lying in his not-so-small room, and the incense burner on the desk was empty. Because you want to serve the master, you are not allowed to carry the slightest scent on your body.

He lifted his eyelids wearily and glanced at them, then lowered them again.

When the little eunuch serving him saw that he was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir, you are awake, scaring the servants to death."

"How long have I slept?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and tiredness emerged from his bones.

The little eunuch felt the dead energy on his body, and said embarrassingly: "It's been about two days, and it will be dark soon. Chief, will the servant bring you something to eat? You should be hungry."

"No appetite, you go down."

Luo Xiu waved his hand and closed his eyes again.

"thump!"

Hearing this, the little eunuch knelt down all of a sudden, "Sir, you must take care of yourself. What would you do if the servants were gone! You should have pity on us!"

Luo Xiu was kind, although in this deep palace, his hands were also stained with a lot of blood. However, he treated the people under his command very well. These children were sent to the palace at a young age and were destined to die alone. As long as you don't make a big mistake, you can protect him easily.

But thinking about it like this, Luo Xiu couldn't help but think of his little apprentice, Xiao Yu.

He is now afraid of...

"vomit……"

Luo Xiu retched and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master! Master, what's wrong with you!"

For a while, Luo Xiu fell asleep again groggy.

When he woke up, the room was empty, he wanted to sleep again, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Xiao Yu's white and tender face, calling him Master.

'Master, in the future, I will retire for you! You are my benefactor, equivalent to my reborn parents! ’

Luo Xiu gave a wry smile, but unfortunately, he failed to protect him in the end.

He turned over, moved his hands, and suddenly touched something—

It was a letter, tucked under his hand.

who did it?

He was stunned for a moment, and opened the envelope while noticing the movement outside.

The handwriting on the stationery is not good-looking, crooked, but very familiar.

"Hahaha...Good! Good!"

There was laughter from inside the house, and the little eunuch who was frightened at the door rushed in, only to hear Luo Xiu, whose despair had completely disappeared, wave her hand, "Go, make me something to eat!"

He can't die!

Not only that, he has to live well!

A few days later, Emperor Jing's headache came back again.

Unable to sleep all night, he turned over and called the palace servants to bring him water.

"Your Majesty, have a cup of tea, the servant has already called the imperial physician. I will ask the imperial physician Liu to press the acupuncture points for you, which will relieve you a little."

The voice made Emperor Jing raise his head all of a sudden, and when he saw the familiar face, he was stunned, "Luo Xiu?"

Luo Xiu smiled and said, "Back to the emperor, it's a slave."

"Your injury—"

Emperor Jing was dumbfounded, a little guilty.

He also knew that Luo Xiu was a loyal servant. He was born and died for him many times, and what he did last time was really unkind. In front of many palace servants, he severely lost his face.

He is the chief eunuch, and now it is rumored that he has been beaten.

Those restless minions under his hands can still obey him?

But let him apologize, Emperor Jing is absolutely impossible.

"Last time... Whatever you want, just say it, and I will reward you."