Disgraced Consort

For the first time, he was so shocked to see him so close. His dark, dark eyes finally resulted in a trace of consternation as she opened her eyes, and, after all, she was helpless.

For the first time, she could stare at him so naturally, without having to be as shy and cautious as a woman in a family.

This relaxed feeling is really good.

Changed to panic him.

Change to her calm.

"Emperor, why are you here?"

She was very uncomfortable after taking Nepeta powder, but, tonight's chances, maybe, it won't be recovered once you go, no matter how uncomfortable, you can't miss it.

She was so close, she could see that his robes were neat, including the collar did not seem to have loosen marks. Because the tourmaline dragon pendant on the lapel is still there, in the past, before it was installed, after **** and removing it, it would not be worn again until the early morning of the next day.

In addition, her nose had no other powdery taste except the faint ambergris.

There was even more noise, and now, when it was time, if he came to the concubine, it should be over.

How come, even the clothes are unsolved and the fragrance is not stained?

Rao is that the answer in his heart is getting clearer and clearer. If he comes out of his lips, he just does nothing.

"I--" He loosened her hand around her, and there was a little embarrassment on Junmei's face. However, these embarrassment were quickly replaced by indifference, Very heavy, so come and have a look. "

"The emperor, I care about me." She said this with a smile, which is actually what she wanted to say in her heart.

"I just don't want to let your illness spread to Chen'er." He said this absolutely and would get up and leave.

Even if she lost her memory, he would not give her a touch of tenderness.

It can be seen that he is really hard-working and wants to give her away.

She thought she was good and gave her away.

"Emperor, I still feel cold, can I not leave?"

She really felt cold. Although the slightly higher temperature on the body served the schizonepeta, a little sweat came out, but it brought deeper cold.

Before, she would cover up, now, she won't.

She hoped he could continue to hold him, and in his arms, the temperature she had always wanted.

She was not afraid that her ugliness at this moment would disgust him. If he disgusted, Caicai would not hold her when she pretended to be "sleeping" when she pretended to be sleeping.

He, never, not only pay attention to her appearance, he cares about her appearance, but whether she looks for him.

But now, he followed her remarks and resolutely closed his hands without any hesitation.

The action, even though he didn't hesitate, she didn't hesitate, she knew it was the decision he forced himself to make.

If it is not a heart, why do you need to force it?

Her hand, firmly holding his sleeve to leave, whispered:

"emperor……"

This call, she said softly and gently, but, let him wave her hand more, this wave, she was caught off guard and whispered a pain.

If she followed her previous temperament, she would absolutely endure herself, and she wouldn't be painful.

But now, it's different.

She didn't suppress herself, not only that, she didn't want him to suppress any more deliberately, treat her with alienation.

He heard her painful voice and looked at it, and he couldn't bear it. The voice reopened, and it was cold like this:

"Concubine, you can't remember the rules in the palace. I only hope you remember. Do not want to do these tricks again, just to make me bored."

This sentence is very familiar.

I still remember that he had said the same thing at the time.

Everything, circling around, actually did not return to the origin.

It ’s just that his heart was deep indulged, and he wanted to force himself to go back to rest with unsympathy.

She wanted to say something to Qi Lip, but realized that if she really said it, she would be as wise as he might have realized that her memory had not all gone.

With a muffled voice, her hands let go of him.

He drew his body into the quilt and tried again and again. Even if he had an answer in his heart, how could he shrink the distance when he refused to be a thousand miles?

She did not want to humble him again, she only used her own way to replace this kind of pleading.

With temperament, she pressed the corner of his robe.

When he got up, he felt a stagnation. She pressed it harder, not letting it go. Once he heard a sizzle, his robe corner opened a mouth.

She heard this sound, so she was surprised, but also afraid of authenticity:

"Emperor, this time, it's really not my trick, I didn't mean it."

After thinking about it for a while, he replied:

"I let Mi Tian tell Grandpa Li to get another set of clothes for the emperor."

Xuanyuan stared at her sharply, only seeing the innocent expression on her face.

"Speaking of being seriously ill, I look at you, but it is very good."

"The emperor came to see me. Even if I feel uncomfortable, I have to look comfortable. I never thought it was wrong."

Talking back, she wasn't going to be, but it was a hindrance to the rules, let him a little bit.

It was really getting more and more uncomfortable on her body. Tonight, she did not hesitate to make the wounds purify and cause inflammation. In addition to the nepeta, she felt really difficult to support.

Only, in the words, she didn't let herself show abnormality.

It turned out that he was still so stubborn that he didn't want his own pain to be seen by him.

It's just that he may really think she is not uncomfortable.

Just use ‘trick’.

He stopped talking, took off his broken robe, threw it on the ground, and called:

"Little plum!"

"The servant is here, what did the emperor tell you?" Outside the hall, Gong Gong Li's busy response came.

"Take a robe."

"promise."

Xuan Yuanyu sat beside the couch and did not look at her anymore. She knew that he would leave again when Li Gonggong offered his robe.

And, after leaving this time, she will not come any more in the evening afterwards.

Once or twice, it was a coincidence, too many times, undoubtedly achieved, it was his trick.

She was sure, his disguise.

But, let him take off this cover-up and face her heart, but it was really difficult.

What can she do and what can she say?

His mind became more and more faint, wondering whether it was caused by his stubbornness or the allergic effect of Nepeta.

Supporting the last trace of Qingming's indifference, she picked up the silver fox fur covered by the bed and gently draped it on him. Anyway, she didn't want him to catch a cold and come to the palace for decades. His appearance was not good. It is getting worse and worse.

With this cloak, his body shuddered, and when he wanted to brush it away, he didn't want to touch her burning fingertips.

This scorching made his heart mention, just a wave, he only felt that it must have hurt her, so this time, he did not exert too much force, only this force did not make him feel To her burning.

He turned back slightly, and Yu Guang of the corner of the eye just saw that her body collapsed softly, he wanted to hug her, and hesitantly, she had fallen on the couch.

She is like a child lying down on the couch. Now, her personality after the memory loss is real.

Without pedanticness and prudence, he would say whatever he wants, and he has no regard for him. Such a character is actually exciting.

But his heart is dying little by little.

Can't move anymore.

He gently turned her soft body over, put her hand on her forehead, and the temperature of her fingertips told him that her condition was really bad.

Just before entering the hall, he only looked at her pus injury, but ignored the temperature on her body.

Even if she lost her memory, she was still so uneasy.

She finally passed out in a coma, he took her body back to the quilt, and then what he said was reflected in his mind again.

She said cold, but just hope he can continue to hold her.

In fact, what she said was true. He only used her words for ulterior motives.

Because he was afraid, and now she was still able to see his thoughts, so he forced himself to treat her like this.

Including tonight, she suddenly woke up. At that time, he was terrified, because she was afraid that the things in the first two nights would be noticed by her.

However, even with these fears, he still could not control it and entered the corner hall for three consecutive nights.

Knowing that too many times, with her cleverness, it will be noticed sooner or later.

He likes her cleverness, and now, afraid of her cleverness, sees what he deliberately hides.

Just like now, he is actually not sure whether she is aware of it.

After all, Su Hexiang didn't make her sleepy tonight.

After all, the medicine she used contained the nepeta that made her condition worse.

Could it be that--

He stopped thinking, at this moment, he should not think about anything else.

Because, only at this moment, he can hug her without consideration, she finally, really fell asleep in a deep sleep, deeper than Su Hexiang.

His hand would never let go of her again, like she had poisonous hair that time, he hugged her tightly, she curled up in his arms, except for her tight eyebrows, a little heavy breathing, there was no more Other voices.

I still remember the same night when she first entered the palace, curled up on the couch due to drug allergies.

At that time, he was still able to escape to look for Xi Lin Shu, thinking that the pendant of the first queen can replace all undesirable thoughts.

Of course, now? No matter how many times he pretends to turn cards, it is difficult to find that even performing the duties of an emperor is impossible.

It was hard for any woman except her to make him feel anymore.

Very sad fact.

It is an indisputable fact.

Holding them is almost the same as holding a piece of wood.

Even though they are also nephews and fragrant people, they can't compare with her feeling in his arms.

Her delicateness is his magic barrier.

Yes, in this life, when I first saw her, I was doomed that this magic obstacle was the only thing that would make him fall.

Lowering his face, his cold lips kissed deeply on her burning forehead.

He really loved her into the heart.

If you do n’t love and do n’t learn to love, in fact, this is what a Mingjun should do.

He, conceited as a wise emperor, only this one, but can no longer be wise.

Outside the hall, Grandpa Li's voice came, but he didn't make a sound.

Around, it was quiet again.

Only this quiet, but the last quiet.

The next day, before she woke up, he was still pulling away. After a night of sweating, the temperature brought by her inflammation finally retreated a little. When she left the hall, she was seeing Zhang Zhonglai asking for peace.

He stopped and suddenly said:

"Yuanzhen, don't you know she can't use nepeta?"

Zhang Zhong's voice did not hesitate at all:

"It was the negligence of the court officials, when forgetting the contraindications of the lady's medicine when dispensing the medicine, and adding this medicine, it is also a good medicine for sweating."

"Well. The courtyard has been exhausted in the past few days." He was undecided, only surrounded by the palace people to wash and go to the Palace of Administration.

Standing on the spot, Zhang Zhong glanced at the medicine chest. He didn't know if he was right to do so.

However, he didn't want to love deeply, but he had to miss something happened again.

Xi Yan's wound was pusy, and he felt strange. At first, she mentioned whether the schizonepeta would sweat faster, and he did not answer directly.

After using the soup medicine at night, she really had an allergic reaction.

She was allergic to nepeta, which was originally diagnosed by him, how could he forget?

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