Returning to the roller palace, having a little something to eat and a little freshening up, Monsanto Elm took Po's nest into a soft bed and slept in a comfortable lunch.
When the Lord had spoiled the two of them, he could have dinner in a little while, and someone was with him, and the day was really fast.
Pulling the embroidered shoes and spreading her hair, Monsanto Elm walked to the dresser and sat down, letting Bishui and Silverado help her with her makeup. Wrapping a strand of ink around his fingertips, she scratched Po's nose with the tip of her hair. She saw him sneeze frequently. As soon as her little paws lifted, she tried to grab the hair, but every time she slowed down, she giggled.
Zhou Wudi looked at her bright smiling face and forgot to move. Ben was just hanging out with her, and as long as she was happy, he also felt extremely satisfied.
When Bo stopped moving, Monsanto Elm thought he was angry. He smiled and shoved his hair into his arms. Po immediately hugged his hair, his little nose shrugged to smell the scent. His expression was very focused and serious, as if to engrave the smell of the master into the bone.
Monsanto Elm smiled softly and patted his little head and said, “Po, remember my smell, you and I will be separated later, follow this smell to find me. ”
I won't let you go! We've been together forever! Zhou Wudi roared, but unfortunately no one could understand his words.
Sister Feng brought a cup of tea and walked in with a dark face. She placed the cup in the master's hand. She opened her mouth and stopped talking.
“Sister, what happened?” Meng Sangyu took a sip of tea, put the cup to Po's mouth and let him lick it too, ask slowly.
“Ma'am, it's been all over the place, saying that our Bituo Palace is the source of the bad luck that led to the death of Gupine. You have become a miserable man, not only seriously ill, but almost killed the five princes and the Hyundai. As long as you say it, it's not good, it's bad!” Sister Feng repeated the rumors outside in a sobering tone.
“Ungrateful and wrecked, it is indeed the style of the Wisdom Constant. Rumors spread all over the afternoon, and so did the other princesses!” Monsanto Elm smiled ridiculously.
These fucking women! Zhou Wudi glanced slightly and his eyes were cold.
“I knew it, Mother. You shouldn't have cared about the five princes! Let her lose her dependency and see what else she's crazy about!” Sister Feng bites her teeth.
“How could I have watched him die in front of me, such a small child? If you have the ability, you have to save it. I saved him, only to keep him alive, only to make myself feel good, not to thank and reward others. She said whatever she wanted, and it just did me a huge favor. Since he is an unholy man, it is certainly not good to appear in front of him at will. Let's close the palace door this time to get fit, don't let the bad things outside calm down, peace of mind and wait for the news of the father, then the emperor may also wake up.” The relaxation and joy of Monsanto Elm's face. Just trying to get away from the wind, the concubine gave her a wonderful excuse. Don't be too comfortable on this day.
Sister Feng was right when she thought about it, her dark face immediately recovered as usual.
Zhou Wudi licked the woman's white fingertips and was heartbroken by her cheerful spirit. She was always filled with warm, bright, exhilarating power, and no more filthy things could touch her. Just stay with her, every minute, every second is pure, fulfilling, happy. It is undoubtedly God's best interest in seeing her behind a soul attached to a dog.
Tidy, Monsanto Elm lazily nestled in a soft couch by the window, picked up a little shear and trimmed a pine pot. The pine tree is very lush and needs to be manually trimmed to show its strength. Zhou Wudi sat down on Xiaozhu and took the abandoned branch leaves she had cut into her mouth and threw them into a tray beside her.
The Lord pets you cut me throw, it fits quite tacitly, soon, the bustling pine tree gradually reveals its ancient rustic and luxurious side.
“What do you say? Is it nice?” Measuring around for a while, Monsanto Elm looked at Po beside him and asked for his opinion.
Very good! Zhou Wu Di did not praise him with niggardliness, but all he could say was a thousand words. Meng Sangyu understood and patted his dog's head with a smile, "Thank you. ”