Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 332
That's right, no one from the Fang family came.

After all, her aunt was jealous, and her father was even more afraid of his wife.

As long as that woman doesn't want to see me, it doesn't matter what position she takes.

Even if she was promoted, no one would congratulate her.The aunt does not, the aunt has no rights, and the father does not dare.

Her family is barely a good husband, but not her aunt's good husband.

But it doesn't matter, she has Meng Yingying now.

Also, family.

"Here we come." Wan Xiuyuan smiled, and the chill all over her body faded away, and a warm background was also dyed in her eyes.

Looking at Ning Xiurong who was striding towards them, she pursed her lips, and muttered: "Why are you so slow, I will let you watch alone after dinner."

These words are all bluffing, how could she not keep it for herself.

Mrs. Meng glared at her when she heard that: "What are you talking about, don't bully her because of Ah Mi's honesty."

The three of them were happy and harmonious, and those who didn't know thought this was a family.

After returning to the palace, Han Zhiyu hurriedly said, "Dismantle it soon, I'm too tired."

Good-looking is very good-looking, but heavy.

"The weather is getting a bit warm now, and it's inevitable that you will feel hot if you have more than ten layers of upper body. Your mother has worked hard, but she is really beautiful just now." Lingyun had a sweet mouth, and when Zhang Luo removed her headgear, he did not forget to praise her.

Han Zhiyu's head was fixed and could not move for the time being.

But she couldn't stop her mouth: "I just like to pick up some nice things to say, my appearance is mediocre, how can there be any beauty in it."

Indeed, this body can only be said to be somewhat delicate, and it cannot be regarded as beautiful this time.

Others would look better when they time travel, but what she wore was not as good as her original appearance.

Among the peerless beauties who are full of fans and daisies, she has no inferiority complex but also has a big heart.

"Slaves don't allow you to talk about yourself like that. Look at the skin that can be broken by blows, the eyebrows are dark without drawing, and the eyes are like clear autumn water. If you are mediocre, how can you let ordinary people like slaves live." Lingyun said similarly of.

Hearing the words, Han Zhiyu couldn't help laughing: "Which book you saw this in, you should pile it on me. But although what you said is not true, I am really happy to be praised by you."

She spoke with sincerity, and seemed genuinely satisfied.

Instead, Lingyun bowed his head a little shyly: "I haven't read many books, I will definitely learn more in the future to make you happy."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Han Zhiyu blinked, looking forward to her future rainbow farts.

The other people in the palace also laughed, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After such a toss, the canonization ceremony is considered complete.

Because I was a bit scalp when I was doing the bun, Han Zhiyu rubbed her head and said, "There is no need to tie the bun, just give me a hair tie."

Jing Huan found her a headband, which was autumn-colored and embroidered with unknown flowers, very pretty.

Han Zhiyu casually tied it at the tip of her hair, and changed into a light-colored and harmonious dress before giving up.

"Which palace do you want to sit in, my lady?" Seeing that she was about to pick up a book again, Jing Huan spoke up immediately.

She paused for a moment when she took the book, lowered her eyes and shook her head: "No, they are the protagonists of the canonization gift, and I won't join in the fun when I'm reunited with my relatives. Just take care of me and don't make any trouble."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhiyu was going to get the book again, but seeing Jing Huan looking at her hand all the time, she said with a half-smile: "Good guy, you are a drunkard, if you don't want me to read a book, just say That’s right. If I didn’t discover such a secret concern, wouldn’t it be a waste.”

(End of this chapter)