Male God, a Little Su

Chunsheng's eyes fell on the tray, in the bowl of clear rice soup, which was what Shen Li was eating today.

He burst into tears, no matter how he wiped it off.

"His Royal Highness, I beg you, I beg you to eat more! If this goes on like this, your body will really be unable to bear it!"

Shen Li's eyes were filled with emptiness, he moved his eyes slowly, landed on the bowl of clear rice soup, and pulled the corners of his lips weakly, "What's the use of eating it? Uncle Huang really wants to I'm dead, he hates me..."

Shen Li didn't actually blame her, his own thoughts were really not on the table.

But even so, he couldn't let go—

Chunsheng whimpered, his expression miserable.

He knew that in a bowl of rice soup every day, there were only a few grains of rice. What's the use for a boy?

Sooner or later it won't last.

"Yo? Yoyoyo, what's going on? Why is the seventh prince who is in the limelight now lingering here?"

Footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Chunsheng swayed and quickly got up to block in front of Shen Li's bed.

"Six, Sixth Highness..."

Shen Li's vision was blurry, and Chunsheng's thin body couldn't stop him at all. He looked at the face that was five-point similar to Uncle Huang, and murmured softly, "Uncle Huang..."

"Uncle Huang? Ha? How dare you call me Uncle Jiuhuang?!"

Shen Xuan sneered, stepped forward and pushed Chunsheng away, and Chunsheng fell to the ground.

"How can you be able to climb high, Uncle Huang? A bastard born from a lowly maid deserves to die here! Don't you know? Uncle Huang is now standing on the side of the prince, and he plans to support the prince as the new emperor. Oh, then, even if you die here, no one will collect your body for you! Oh—"

He suddenly patted his forehead and smiled at Chunsheng, "And him, this little eunuch will die with you, hahaha!!"

"His Royal Highness... Seventh Highness..."

Chunsheng knelt on the ground, crying and looking at Shen Li.

This is the little eunuch who has always been there for him. I don't know how many times he dragged Shen Li out of the gate of hell.

If there was no Chunsheng, he would have been as Shen Xuan said.

I don't know when, it will rot and die in this dilapidated palace, turning into a pile of mud and bones, and no one will find it.

Who cares about the child of a maid girl?

Uncle, uncle...

He propped himself up and sat up slowly, his white and gray face revealed a deadly air, staring at Shen Xuan's face faintly.

"What did you say? Say it again."

The voice that fell in his ear was hoarse and uncharacteristic, the dark eyes could not penetrate the slightest light, and it was heavy and cold. Shen Xuan was frightened by the ghost-like eyes, and could not help but take a half step back.

He became annoyed and angry, "Why should this prince listen to you? You bastard! Come on, pull out the tongue of this son of a bitch, it makes me upset!"

"Seventh Highness!!"

Chunsheng's terrified eyes were about to split, and he kept trembling and crawling back, "Don't...don't..."

Those eunuchs got Shen Xuan's orders, geared up, and walked towards Chunsheng.

Shen Li watched quietly.

No one noticed, there were traces of blood in the bottom of his eyes, which gradually spread.

"Shen Xuan, you'd better let them stop."

Outside the hall, a gust of wind was roaring like a ghost.

Shen Xuan was taken aback. Speaking of which, he would only bully others. The sky darkened, and dark clouds rolled over.

A gust of wind swept the fallen leaves from the hall.

He opened his lips, not daring to meet Shen Li's eyes.