Pretty Her

The news of the little queen avoiding the guests soon spread throughout the harem, and the intention was given by the prince, who knew what was going on at a glance.

Where is nourishment, clearly foot-footing.

Yesterday, I accepted everyone's invitation, and look at that look. The whole palace can't find the second woman who is more glamorous than her. Say I'm sick today?

Those who are cautious, watched for several days, but did not see His Royal Highness go to Jiao Dian to "see the sick" as usual, and he knew what was going on.

The queen must have offended His Royal Highness.

Or offended His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Either way, they don't have to **** at the Queen anyway.

Three women played a show, and the women in the first house were all plays. Few were really worried about the little queen, and most of them were gloating.

The harem woman, turning her face faster than flipping through the books, led by Zhao Guifei, was pressed on her head for a while, now she finally exults.

When the palace people of Jiao Dian came to ask for help, Zhao Guifei pretended not to hear, leaving people waiting outside.

Regarding the affairs of the east and the west, it is too hard. Huai Tao never mentioned that he would take the power of the Sixth Palace, so the right to control the Sixth Palace was still in the hands of Zhao Guifei. The palaces have to use something to do something, they must send someone to inform Zhao Guifei.

Others were asking Zhao Guifei to do things, but Huai Tao, who was the queen, regarded her as a steward. Zhao Guifei also knew in her heart that when the prince stood by the little queen, her concubine was only reduced to a slave who took care of the little girl.

But now it's different. The little girl she was serving not only lost the support of the prince, but was also banned by the prince.

It's simply a shame.

"Mother-in-law, Ao Lang, the palace maid of Jiaodian, said that the queen's queen was ill, and all the doctors on duty today went to the emperor. "

Zhao Guifei disagreed, and persuaded her lips: "I see, let her go back and wait."

Zhao Guifei played a very good abacus in her heart. The anger she had suffered at the queen always found it. Regardless of whether the queen was really sick or fake, no one cares about the life and death of the queen anyway. Hold it in her hands.

She had to let the little known queen know who was the most honorable woman in this harem.

Zhao Guifei thought she was in control, but didn't want to. The palace man of Jiao Dian left from her palace and went to the east palace quietly.

His Royal Highness has a decree that there is no such thing as daily details, and he must report on time.

When Arang saw the prince, the prince had just returned from the outside and his robe was stained with dust.

Arang couldn't help but say to kneel: "Her Royal Highness to rescue Miss."

The prince glanced indifferently, and his robe angled, without stopping, and continued to walk inwardly.

Alang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Her royal Highness to save Miss, Miss is sick."

The prince did nothing.

After a while, the prince emerged from the inner hall, changed into a tuxedo dress, and had a breezy face. He walked to Arang in a hurry.

Alang was still kneeling on the ground.

"Gu is most loathing to others to lie, Alang, you take ten penalties on your own." After saying that, the prince fled his sleeves, probably rushing forward to deal with trivial government affairs, never glancing at them.

Alang sighed.

Miss is not good at this.

She had said long ago that Her Royal Highness was not cheating.

When he returned to Jiao Dian, the flirtatious man came barefoot and said, "Alang, how is it? Is he here?"

Arang forced to bear the pain on his back and let Huai Tao hold him, afraid that Huai Tao could see the clues, squeezed out a smile, and comforted softly: "Miss, it is Arang who is useless and has failed to invite His Royal Highness. "

Huaitao frowned. "Are you telling me I'm sick, I'm seriously ill, the one that's about to die?"

Arang reluctantly said, "Miss, every move you make in Jiao Dian, Your Royal Highness knows that, as soon as I opened my mouth, my Royal Highness saw it through."

Huaitao raised his cheeks and said, "He knows? Doesn't he care about me, he doesn't care about me, and why he still looks at me, this man with a bad heart."

Arang patted Huai Tao's back gently. "Miss is not angry, it is not worth the anger."

His Royal Highness ’minds are unpredictable, but—

Arang looked at the beauties who were flushed on both cheeks. After hesitating for a while, he said tentatively, "Either the lady is going to beg your Highness? I can take the lady to the East Palace."

She couldn't see anything else, but Her Royal Highness wanted the lady to be isolated, but she could see it.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered the restraint of his feet, but did not recall the confidant inserted in the Jiao Dian, indicating that His Royal Highness left room for the lady.

Maybe he just wanted the lady to bow her head softly and ask for her own favor.

Alang explained her analysis to Huai Tao one by one, hoping to help her.

The beauties were very embarrassed. After listening, instead of considering the initiative to intercede, they went outside and deliberately said something to the palace man inserted by the prince: "Prince Chu Chu is a pig, a stupid and stupid pig. Every day When I thought of him when I was stroking a pig's hoof, I was so disgusted that I didn't even want to choke on a pig's hoof. This man who is not as good as a beast hurts my appetite, and has lost a lot of weight.

Alang was scared to cover Huai Tao's mouth quickly.

"My aunt Grandma, don't say it, Your Royal Highness will know."

Huai Tao walked back to the couch, took off his shoes, went to bed, and lay down on the pillow. "I just want to let him know that I won't ask him. It's him who asks me."

A Lang sighed.

Miss is so naive.

Her Royal Highness would beg for help, but I was afraid that when the old lady died in the palace, she could not wait for this day.

Huai Tao turned over and reached out to climb Arang's arm: "Alang, I'm going to lunch, and we both whisper, you sleep with me."

Her movement was too abrupt, Arang slammed down, her back touching the edge of the bed, her face wrinkled with pain.

Huai Tao noticed the clues, and he couldn't help but want to look at it. At a glance, A Lang's back was covered with whip marks.

The beauty immediately burst into tears: "Alang, did you punish him?"

Alang lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Alang made a mistake, he should be punished, and His Highness is tolerant enough."

The beauty cried sadly and hugged over: "Alang, it's my fault. I shouldn't be clever enough to let you go and lie with him."

The fragrant arms of the beauties were numb, and the pain was all thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun. Arang smiled: "Miss is right, Alang followed Ms. is the lady's person. Even if Ms. Alang dies, Aaron is willing. "

The mist in the beauty's eyes was hazy, tears on her cheeks slipped, and she cried with pear rain, "Alang, why are you so good to me?"

Arang whispered softly, "Because it's a lady."

The beautiful girl cried for a while, insisting on applying the medicine herself, and after she finished the medicine, Arang could only lie on her stomach and couldn't lie down. She didn't lie down either. Like Arang, they both lay on the pillow.

The beauty was tired of crying, her swollen eyes could not be opened, she was frustrated, and her mouth was vaguely speaking: "Alang, I must let him bow his head."

Arang knows that it is impossible, but can only respond to her mind: "Well."

The beauty's rebellious little temper was completely exposed: "I want him to serve me every day and ask me every day."

Alang's mouth provoked a bitter smile: "Yeah."

Going back to God, the beauty has been waking to sleep.

She slept soundly, already talking about her dreams, and Arang leaned closer to hear the beauty whispering: "You bad guy, what torture me?"

It is His Royal Highness.

Alang was ashamed.

She hid the secret without saying that things had reached the point where she is now, and she had no power to do anything.

What's more, even if she said it, Her Royal Highness might not care.

Alang touched Huaitao's face. "Without His Highness, and Alang, Alang will guard you all his life, and will not disappoint you like His Highness."

Disappointed.

Where did she want to go, her little girl, Jia Didi, was not disappointed this time.

After a few days, the Prince finally re-entered the pepper temple.

Early this morning, Alang fell to his knees in front of the East Palace again. At first, the prince did not believe it. He thought that the disobedient little thing wanted to reapply the old tricks. Later, when the palace man from Jiaodian came to meet in the afternoon, he said Huaitao He was really ill. Alang went to Zhao Guifei's side and asked the Taiyi doctor to enter the palace. As usual, he failed to do so, delaying the illness, and now everyone has been burned.

The prince froze.

The first question was: "She is really sick, isn't she pretending to be sick?"

Gongren replied: "I'm really sick."

The palace man he sent did not have that courage, and dared to lie to him for that stupid thing, just like Arang. The Prince returned to God, took a short breath, settled down, immediately put down the government affairs in his hand, and called all the unused Taiyi doctors to the pepper temple for diagnosis.

At first I was still calm and waiting in Donggong to listen to the doctor's reply.

Later, the doctor returned, saying that Taohuai was fragile, and the wind and cold should be treated in time, but it was delayed for a day and night, and because of the fact that she had never been a bad person, her condition became worse. Now she can only use acupuncture to relieve fire. .

The Prince's usual smooth and clear voice revealed a half anxiety: "Can you cure it as soon as possible?"

Taiyi: "If you can, you can't suffer some sin."

The Prince frowned.

The doctor continued: "There is one more thing, the queen lady refuses to take a needle or take medicine ..."

The prince stood up and was extremely displeased: "Funny."

The night wind blew, and a tweed sedan quietly left from the side door of the East Palace, hiding in the darkness, and running towards the pepper hall.

Pepper Hall.

Hei Ya kneeled down in the temple, and everyone lay outside the threshold of the temple. No one dared to enter.

The little queen did not let anyone in. She was alone in the palace. If anyone dared to take a step, she would cry to anyone.

Taiyi shouted, "Mother, let Weichen give you a needle."

The little queen's voice was full of crying, "Don't!"

Everyone was anxious.

The prince had already given the order, and if the little queen had a length of three and a length of two, they would be ready for funeral.

The crowd looked at each other and frowned.

How can this be good?

"Why are you kneeling here?"

Suddenly there was a cold voice over his head. The crowd was startled. His Royal Highness came here in person.

The palace man knelt on the ground and replied, "Your Highness, the queen and mother will not let anyone approach."

The Prince frowned, stepping in.

Facing the plain screen, she faintly hoped that the beauties on the bed shrank into a ball, and the short cry was light and shallow, and a sound drifted into his ears, as if suffering great pain and crying aggrieved.

The prince walked out from the screen, and the beauty raised her eyes to look at him. She immediately turned her head away, hummed twice, wiped her tears with her little hand, picked up a soft pillow, and threw it out.

Did not throw it, picked up a soft pillow and hit it again.

The soft pillows on the couch were all thrown away, and I finally hit one of them.

The prince blocked her last soft pillow and squeezed it in her hand, moving forward slowly.

She sat on the edge of the bed, with her chin raised pretending not to see him, and murmured, "What are you doing here? I'm happy to pretend to be sick, anyway, I can't die anymore. You will come to see me the day I die . "

The prince reached out and stroked her forehead.

Hot hands.

Her little face was red, and the snow-white skin on her neck and collarbone was pink. Her whole body was weak, soft and timid, as if to fall at any time.

She noticed his scorching eyes, his voice waxed a bit, and moved away, whispering, "Don't look at me."

He naturally knew what she was thinking.

The Prince clasped her back and sent it to her arms: "Not ugly."

She earned out of his arms, with much less strength than usual. The prince effortlessly subdued the man with one hand.

His black eyes, deep into the lake, looked over: "Obeyet, heal well."

She shouted at him with red eyes: "I don't listen to you, you bite me."

He stooped and was about to take a bite on her face.

Piansheng touched her warm skin, and the beauty shivered and trembled, as if she were dead, weak: "I don't want to live."

The prince held his breath.

Within seconds, he resumed as usual.

She is ill.

He doesn't care about her for now.

The Prince asked with patience, "What will you do if you are willing to obey the disease?"

The beauty lifted her face, her voice was thin and small, like a coquettish, and like a pique: "Then please beg me ..."