[Puishu] The Emperor's Master Is The Queen

Chapter 2 Time Travel: Lord Imperial Master

Faint fragrance floated, and a low voice came from his ears. However, Shen Qingliu's eyelids seemed to be heavy, and his head was even more dizzy. His whole body ached, and he wanted to speak, but his throat couldn't It was so hard that I couldn't even utter a single word.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor's Master is awake?" The servant who was serving him noticed, brought over a cup of warm sugar water, helped Shen Qingliu up and fed him.

"Ahem, where is this?" When Shen Qingliu regained his energy, he noticed something was wrong at a glance.

The surrounding furnishings were retro, the room was filled with plum blossom incense mixed with a faint smell of bitter medicine, and the boys and girls in ancient costumes who were kneeling on the floor, and even him, with his long dark hair, made him feel slightly uncomfortable. .

This is not a ward. He suddenly suffered a heart attack while reading a script last night and didn't have time to take medicine. Didn't the assistant find out and send him to the hospital?

"Master Imperial Master, this is the Hall of Supreme Harmony. His Majesty just bumped into you and you fainted. I asked someone to carry you back to the Hall of Supreme Harmony and ask the imperial doctor to come and treat you." The servant supported Shen Qingliu and said, No one in the palace knew that Shen Qingliu was weak from birth and was sickly. If he was hit by that little emperor, he would die.

Shen Qingliu rubbed his temples. He noticed the mask on his face and couldn't help but feel a little confused. "Where is your Majesty?"

The servant said flatteringly: "Your Majesty disrespects your elders. I have punished him to kneel in accordance with your previous instructions. I knelt in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony for two full hours until you woke up."

Hearing this, Shen Qingliu looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the person in front of him didn't seem to be cheating. Could it be that he was lying. Having traveled to ancient times, he was still a powerful minister. Otherwise, how could he instruct and punish the emperor?

"That's all, bring the emperor in. I have something to ask him." He paused slightly, "Go find a history book of this dynasty and give it to me." Let him see which dynasty this is.

Although the latter request was a bit strange, the servant did not dare to ask any more questions. He immediately sent someone to search for it and thoughtfully brought up all the instruments of torture.

In the past, when Shen Qingliu was angry, he liked to have fun with the little emperor. He usually pricked his fingers with fine needles, which made people extremely painful but could not see any wounds. Shen Qingliu had just ordered this special torture instrument a few days ago and brought it with him. The sharp whip can tear off a person's skin and flesh, making it the most powerful weapon for torturing people.

After a short while, a young boy in black robes was pressed in. Four guards pinned him to the ground and covered his mouth. The boy kept struggling and stared at him fiercely like a vicious wolf.

Shen Qingliu took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and raised his eyes to look at the ancient emperor.

The young man seemed to be twelve or thirteen years old. He was thin and skinny. His fingertips were still bloody and his hair was messy. Although he was an emperor, he was wearing coarse linen clothes, which were not as good as the servants beside him.

"How old is your Majesty now? How can he be a good emperor in the future if he still remembers his last name and can't keep calm?" Shen Qingliu said lightly. He avoided the young man's eyes and took the history book handed by the servant. .

Before he knew the history here, he would not easily let go of the little emperor. His body was not in good shape. He just sat on the bed for a while and felt a little tired. If the little emperor bumped into him again, he would be in trouble. Unfortunately, this second life is gone again.

The room was eerily quiet, except for the sound of books being flipped through.

Standing in front of this moody and cruel imperial master, the palace maids, eunuchs, servants and guards all deliberately lowered their breathing to reduce their sense of presence.