Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 47

⚠️Gore

The fire in the hall was burning brightly. The little mermaid was not fully covered, and a few white toes were exposed.

Even Xue Yu found this sudden. He was still in a daze, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

Yunkang's eyes were deep and his teeth were clenched tightly. He saw the dazed look on Xue Yu's face. Just now he was so brave to order him to pour water, but now he was scared.

His hand was on Xue Yu's leg through the quilt, but he withdrew it without leaving a trace, gently rolled his throat, and said, "You don't even know that you want to change your legs?"

Xue Yu swallowed carefully, slid his feet into the quilt, and said stubbornly: "How should I know? It's not like I know nothing. This is the first time I have transformed my legs... The quilt is wet and so cold."

The slightly complaining tone made Yunkang angry and amused. How could he even have the nerve to ask, who did it?

Yunkang had long arms and legs, more than eight feet tall. The clothes made for him by the Imperial Clothing Bureau were all the largest sizes, which fit him very well. If Xue Yu wore them, they would be several sizes longer. Now it was too late, so Yunkang could only give his own outer robe to Xue Yu to cover himself.

Fortunately there was a charcoal fire pit, so it wasn't too cold.

The imperial table in front of the bed was very close. On it were piles of bright yellow scrolls and an inkstone filled with ground ink. In addition to these, there were also several plates of candied fruits, mostly peach preserves and candied ginger slices, which were prepared by the imperial kitchen in case Yunkang ate too much oily food to relieve the greasiness.

Yunkang finally shifted his gaze away from the mermaid. He sat down at the table, holding the scroll in his long hands and unfolding it.

Although Yunkang in the original book was stupid and immoral, he was sympathetic to the people. Whenever there was a drought or a flood, he would not hesitate to open the national treasury to provide relief. But he could be really cruel when he got angry. He had dozens, if not hundreds, of lives on his hands.

Xue Yu rubbed against the bed, glanced at the scroll, and asked in a low voice: "What are you reading?"

He came over so suddenly that Yunkang paused, his gaze stopping on the two legs that the little mermaid had just grown. They were very white. Before, only the upper body was human-like, but now that it had grown legs, the whiteness was very obvious.

Yunkang held the scroll tightly, his voice suddenly hoarse and deep: "You probably don't want to know what I saw, but it doesn't hurt to tell you."

Xue Yu wasn't sure whether he wanted to know or not, but at the moment he was really not interested. When the man said this, his eyes were dark and gloomy, staring at him straight, the candlelight flickered on his face, making him look like a ghost.

Xue Yu shrank his small shoulders, looking unhappy: "... You'd better not say it. I don't want to hear it."

"I am watching how the past dynasties punished those who tried to disrupt the government."

He didn't want to listen, but Yunkang became interested. The corners of his pale lips curled up, and his fingertips gently scraped the scroll, with a look in his eyes that no one could guess: "Each king handles things differently, and some of them are very interesting."

He thought he was going to tell a ghost story, but Xue Yu's brows relaxed a little and he put on the dull expression he had when he was listening to a mystery in class.