Lin Zhihuang's cry was so sad that all the ministers at the banquet who were confused about the situation couldn't help but look at each other. The atmosphere was tense just now, why did he become a filial son crying now?

King Lu was so noisy by Lin Zhihuang's shrill cries that he had a headache. He finally thought about his love for her. Seeing her crying, his father did not forget to praise him. He rarely softened his expression and said comfortingly: "This king

Now ask the doctor to come and treat your father! Stop crying now!"

"Wow! My father is dead, and I can't live anymore! I'm such a bastard, and without my father, I will be bullied by many people!! Wow! Your Majesty, this junior is scared to death, you have to give me some help

The younger generation has the final say! I want to go home, I want to go home! Dad!! I don’t want to be here! Your Majesty! Help me... Wuwu..." Lin Zhihuang cried with tears and snot soaked in his nose.

The speech is incoherent and unbearable to watch.

The entire banquet hall was filled with shrill cries and wails, and the wails were nothing more than that.

"..." King Lu, this kid is a bit interesting. If Lin Zheyun is really dead, he might as well adopt this kid as his adopted son. It's not bad to come here for fun.

"..." You Wuji. This kid is such a bastard that he thinks this is his home! He usually gets beaten less often to grow like this, right?

"..." Xue Qing, I'm going to beat this kid to death.

"..." Zhong Wenwu is such a bastard. He says he is a bastard, but he is quite self-aware.

"..." Lin Zheyun. These people don't really think I'm dead, do they? No... right?

Xue Qing walked over, lifted up Lin Zhihuang who was crying loudly on Lin Zheyun, squatted down and tried his breathing, and said in a loud voice like thunder: "Isn't your father still venting his anger? You

This kid is crying nonsense! The general’s head hurts because of the noise! ​​If you cry again, I will beat you to death, kid!”

Lin Zhihuang was pushed aside by Xue Qing and rushed directly to where King Shou Lu was sitting. He was stopped by General Yu Lin Zhonglang who was guarding King Lu's safety. King Lu raised his hand to stop the general's movements. Only then did Lin Zhihuang

After getting his wish, he hugged King Lu's lap and cried.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please save this junior! General Weihu said that he will beat me to death! I'm afraid! Ooooh!! My father was also scared to death by him! Wise King! Your Majesty! You have to protect me.

! This junior is the person who admires you the most. If this junior dies, where will you find someone who understands you like this junior!"

Lin Zhihuang's cry was both sincere and funny. It made King Lu, who was sitting upright, burst into laughter. He stretched out his hand to touch Lin Zhihuang's head dotingly. He felt that this child was so frank and painful.

Xue Qing was so angry that he flew into a rage: "You kid! Didn't I tell you that your father is not dead? Quickly let go of the king's legs and get off the horse to urinate again. I will really beat you to death, you are a pustule boy who is used to sweet talk!"

Lin Zhihuang seemed to be really frightened by Xue Qing this time and did not dare to cry. He stopped wailing and hugged King Lu's thigh, trembling and sobbing.

Lin Zhihuang looks good, but his nose is red from crying, and he looks very pitiful.

The balance in King Lu's heart was immediately tilted. He glared at Xue Qing and stopped him: "Okay, Zhongli, don't argue with Xiao'er!"

After reprimanding Xue Qing, King Lu ordered the servants on the left and right: "Whoever comes, please quickly invite the doctor to come and give County Magistrate Lin a good diagnosis and treatment, and then send him back to the house to rest well."

When Lin Zhihuang left the banquet with Lin Zheyun, who was sobbing and being carried out sideways, You Wuji saw the right moment and hurriedly stood up, using his sleeves to naturally turn over the meat soup on the table without showing any trace, and ran to

To King Lu.

You Wuji caught a glimpse of the meat soup being scattered out of the corner of his eye, and was very happy because he no longer had to eat it, which immediately solved a difficult problem.

You Wuji felt happy in his heart, but said to King Lu with worry on his face: "Your Majesty, how could you let Lin Zheyun leave so easily? His illness came by chance... Do you think it's true?

"

"No problem, whether he is really sick or fake, the idea has been given. It depends on what he does next! Wait for a few days and if there is no movement from him to donate food, kill him!" King Lu was not easy to fool.

Xue Qing believed that Lin Zheyun was really sick. He curled his lips and said with disdain: "Literati are just weak, and eating meat soup will not make up for it!"

Xue Qing's words once again filled up his hatred value. The civil servants present who were still debating whether to eat the meat soup all looked at him crossly.

Lin Zheyun left the house standing upright in the morning and returned sideways at noon. Everyone in the house was shocked when they saw this, and people immediately jumped on their backs.

As soon as the troops escorted by King Lu left, Lin Zhihuang immediately ordered Liu Langzhong, who was diagnosing Lin Zheyun's pulse in the palace, to boil a bowl of vomiting medicine immediately!

As soon as Lin Zhihuang's voice changed, Lin Zheyun, who was still closing his eyes and pretending to be dizzy, knew that King Lu's men had left. He immediately threw away Dr. Liu's hand that was checking his pulse and asked curiously: "What are you doing with the medicine to induce vomiting?"

?”

Lin Zhihuang's face was speechless. He looked silently at the stupid father in front of him who had vegetable juice and oil on his face. He was hesitant about how to tell him so that he could accept it more.
Chapter completed!