Disgraced Consort

"This--"

"Hold it."

An Ru understood the meaning of ‘Little Zhuozi’. After coming out for a long time, he said that he had something to look for in the upper house. With this reward, he would naturally reach her father ’s eyes.

She took the little jade butterfly, thanked her, frowning, but she couldn't stretch it.

After all, she couldn't let go of Yin Ge Cang's injury, but what if she couldn't let go?

"Xiaozhuozi, Hou Ye's injury is really not light. You must beg the emperor. Let the courtyard be shown to Hou Ye earlier." Before leaving the room, she still said this.

Xi Yan nodded, and she stepped out of the room hesitantly.

Under Yu Yan's heart, it is impossible to express.

The courtyard is the magician, but, if the arrow hurts, it is not how much external force can do if it really hurts.

After all, Tai Chi's medical skills are also unique.

Was Xuanyuan afraid of her fear and concealed her, or did Yinqi Cang deliberately conceal her and would not let her know?

She wants to see him, but can she see him?

"What are you thinking?" There was a warm breath in her ears that brushed her ears for a hundred years. She suddenly recovered, but she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Think of the emperor, do you believe the emperor?" She just laid her face on the back of the chair of the reclining chair, tapped her fingers gently into the carved grid, and tapped one by one.

In the monotonous tapping sound, he leaned against her and sat down on the chair rail. The manicurist took her slender fingertips out of the grid rail and said softly:

"If you are thinking about me, why point my favorite fibrous element to knock the dead thing?"

"Yeah, it turns out that the emperor likes the fingers of concubines?" She smiled reluctantly, turning back slowly. In fact, she knew that she couldn't hide her worries.

"Originally, I didn't just like Ai Fei's fingers, but the worry of Ai Fei's eyebrows made me unable to like it."

For the first time, he called her a princess, and she could hear that there were other flavors in the words.

His dark eyes narrowed into her eyes, she did n’t hide, just buried her face in his chest:

"Is the emperor jealous?"

His hand gently stroked her smooth cheek:

"Before, maybe I was jealous, but now, I am just afraid, you give me medicine by my meaning, and then reward others for what I gave you."

It turned out that he knew.

How can they hide him?

"Go and see him."

He whispered this sentence, feeling the slight movement on her face. Then, he gently shook his head:

"Don't go."

"I don't care about it anymore. Fish soup is better than fish meat. Go make a bowl of sago cheese and send it to him. His trauma shouldn't be a big deal. It's just that if a person has an internal injury, it's a hundred drugs It ’s bad. "

"Emperor!" Her body shook suddenly with this sentence. In a shock, she quickly owed his arms, raised her head, and stared at him.

"I'm not pushing you to him, unless, you are willing to follow him, otherwise, I will not make any decisions on your behalf."

Xu made this sentence, which she always wanted.

This is what she wants.

"I am a man, and all I can tolerate is that you can send a bowl of sago cheese. As for whether the sago cheese can cure internal injuries, it depends on the individual's character."

"The emperor's concubine?" She knew he believed her, otherwise, how could she let her go?

This time, more, so that she does n’t have to worry about it because of the memory.

"Why do you even ask me what you know?"

"Is that the concubine's uncertain thing, if I asked the emperor, would the emperor be willing to say?" Suddenly remembering the scene at lunchtime, he blurted out this sentence, and she saw that his eyes were tight, this Tight, she only changed the subject, "The concubine will come back after finishing."

"Hand, is it better?" He took her wrist and looked closely.

"It's much better, but a bowl of sago cheese, the concubine made it for the emperor first, and then for Yuan Xihou." She smiled brightly. "Is the emperor taking a break now? Or will he leave again after a while?"

"First break. After you finish, I drink, and then go to the tower with the general."

"The tower?"

"It's just an ordinary tour, and then see how the reinforcement of the wall is going."

His hand moved to her chin, unconsciously trying to pinch her tip, her face suddenly turned red again. Just slyly avoiding his hand, he would get off the lounge chair.

"Emperor, the concubine will go to the dining room."

"Go. Come back early and accompany me with dinner."

"Well." She responded, and walked away from the house while he was slightly away.

She made two bowls of sago cheese, one for Xuanyuan, still added honey, and the other for Yinqiang, but added brown sugar.

Brown sugar, nourishes qi and nourishes blood, relieves pain and relieves pain. It is suitable for Yinqi Cang.

She went back to the room and served Sime Yoshi to Xuanyuan Yu, only to see that he was already sitting on the recliner she had been sitting on, supporting Yi, as if resting.

He is too tired.

Yesterday, Fang went through that battle. At night, due to her invitation, she hardly slept.

She put down sago cheese, covered it with a warm pocket, and then took off a quilt from the couch and covered it as gently as possible.

For the first time, you can look at him like this when he fell asleep. In the past, when the companion was beside him until dawn, he woke up early when he woke up.

In fact, it is also a kind of happiness to quietly watch your lover sleep.

How good would it be if there were no war or power struggle?

If he is not an emperor, she is not a concubine, can she live a life more purely?

She likes this kind of life, her husband, godson, calm and safe.

However, she knew that this kind of day, at least in this life, would not belong to him and her.

In the power, if you want to retreat, unless the jade broken tiles are incomplete.

Of course, it is accompanied by this, even though it is not pure, it is also good.

She leaned down gently and took a sip on his thin lips. This shallow peck just made herself more comfortable going to Yinqi Cang.

Because, in her heart, she couldn't remain indifferent to the man.

He trusted her and gave her to see the man, and she could not fail his trust.

Only this shallow peck, let her feel a little more at ease.

She turned around and Lian Bu walked gently to the courtyard on the left.

As soon as he went out, Xuan Yuan's closed eyes slowly opened. He sat up straight from the recliner, took the bowl in his warm pocket with his hands, and drank slowly.

No matter how slow you drink, you can't taste it.

Only, he knew, must be sweet.

Because, nose, you can smell the sweet smell of honey.

As always, the taste she gives him is always sweet ...

As soon as he stepped into Yinqicang's room, he saw that he was wearing a silver gauze, and through the slightly gathered gown, he could see the white bandage inside.

From the endowment to the entrance of De Yun, but in a short time, he put on a silver robe.

Knowing that this kind of injury is covering, even in March, it is not good.

But, to avoid suspicion.

Once upon a time, the unruly Yin Qi Cang eventually changed too much, too much.

Is this his original appearance, or is it because she made this change?

"Houye, this is what the emperor told him to make sago cheese for him, please use it slowly."

She presented the bowl and used the name Xuanyuanyu.

His lips, with a radiant grin:

"Oh, bother you to thank the emperor for me."

He picked up the bowl and saw that the color of sagome was different from the one she made for him that night, and she put it on the nose, and when she smelled it, she knew that it used brown sugar for blending.

Brown sugar, she thought really for him.

But, this blood, brown sugar can make up, and the blood in my heart, if lost, will never come back.

He didn't drink slowly, but he drank quickly. He put down the bowl and choked a bit. After a while, there was a little blood on his lips, and these bloods fell into her eyes. In the end, she let her eyes chew a little hazy.

"Okay, you can go back." He hurriedly turned around and no longer looked at her.

After that night, the rest between him and her, I am afraid, is only him for a thousand years.

In this life, Monetho.

Thousands of years later, it is nothing more than a dream.

"Waiye, your injury--" She was about to say something, but his voice came slowly:

"No problem. I can't die."

"If you want to die like this, yesterday's battle is not enough." She whispered this sentence, "Since, you can't die yesterday, in fact, nothing can hurt you, right? People, live short. A short life, the end of a lifetime is the end, even if there is an afterlife, is that person still himself? If it is true, why, in this life, there is not even a little memory of the previous life?

His heart was there. She didn't know if she could untie it. She only knew that she didn't want him to stay with that millennium of long-term imagination in his life.

That way, but it is complete, it is a mess.

Following this sentence, he turned around suddenly, staring at her, saying one by one:

"Even killing this imaginary space? After all, what do you want me to do to satisfy you? Uh?"

He approached her step by step, and suddenly there was a dangerous smell in him. This dangerous smell made her take a step back. When he stepped back, he reached out to hold her hand. With a frown, he subconsciously glanced at her cuff. The cuff slightly receded a little because of her retreat. In these promises, he could see her wrist, a healing mark.

Just looking at it, he seemed to understand something, his brow furrowed, and his gray eyes seemed to burn out:

"He can't protect you at all! You still have to follow him. If it's not you, I--"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't suffer this injury at all, right? If it weren't for me, maybe you wouldn't hurt so badly that you vomit blood, but you still have to cover it up, right? Yinqi Cang! What do I deserve for you? Such?"

Calling him by name and surname, she brushed him off and took her hand, and this brush, even if the scars of healing, began to break apart again, but, it did n’t matter.

Compared to his heartache, what is this?

"The emperor who has died for a woman has died for a woman, but he is still fighting for his life for the person the woman loves. Don't you think that you are living well?"

The semantics are disdainful, even with a sense of humiliation. Every word is said, she knows that it is really difficult, but she must say so, go on like this, the man in front of her will eventually pay her Dead!

She doesn't want him to give her life to her, she can't afford it!

He wanted to reincarnate the appointment after a thousand years, she would not tolerate it!

"How can you look like an emperor like you? I'm not worth it for you. What do you really like about me? I really don't know, when it comes to looks, I'm not as good as me. , The conscience is not necessarily inferior to me, let ’s talk about your feelings to you, conscience is better than me? Ah, I know, only one thing, because, conscience is what you get, and I, you I never get it. Is it because of this that you feel that I am better than her, and that it is more worth your effort than her? "

She said these words dumbly, and she could see that he was so disappointed that the fire was so intense, was he angry?

She wanted him to let him know that she was such a shallow woman.

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