The doctor just smiled and knelt down in front of Meng Sangyu. His hands raised the medicine bowl. Bi Congratulations said, "Ask your mother to take the medicine. ”
“Ma'am, don't...” Sister Feng reached out to try to stop it, but Meng Sangyu had already picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all up. At this time, Sister Feng misses Po in particular. The Grinch must have a way to knock the medicine bowl over. It's only a pity that Ma'am won't let them look again.
“Go on down.” Hand the medicine bowl back, Monsanto Elm waves. Don't think she didn't see the woman staring, if she didn't take her medicine properly, there might be ten bowls and eight bowls waiting for her. That's fine. She doesn't want the man's child at all. Without a child, she just had to fight for herself for half her life, and she could still feel at ease for the rest of her life, watching others fight, but with the child, she had to fight with the child for the rest of her life. When's the end of a day like this? She's too tired!
“Ma'am...” Sister Feng had tears in her eyes and circled around the master. How can the Emperor be so cruel when he sees that he has raised most of his body and is now ruined?
“Nothing, I'm more comfortable alone.” Monsanto Elm smiled slightly, leaving Silver Cucumber and Bishui in her face to tidy up a piece of green silk, then lazily nestled in a warm mattress with a pillow on her head, breathing quickly smooth. If things get troubled, don't think of a good day in this palace, she won't turn herself into a dark, painful fool all day long. When people can't resist life, the only thing they can do is to adapt to life and try to make themselves better.
After half an hour of sleep, Bi Hou woke her up on time, and it was time to go to the Qingqing Palace to serve.
Grind your hair into a loose ponytail, slanted it into a golden spot and swayed it, opened the bottle can in front of you, and Monsanto Elm caressed the corners of her lips and covered them again. Since the Emperor likes it, she will not paint it. Now only one of the high princesses in the palace is innocent. The Emperor's enthusiasm for her is understandable. She took advantage of the opportunity to bring her father back to the palace next year, and she didn't know who was crossing whose river or who was tearing apart whose bridge.
With a smile on her lips, she only applied a little balm to her face, and lit a drop of condensation between her lips and applied it to the dry palace. The cold wind quickly scratched her white, clear face slightly red.
Seventeen-year-old is exactly the age of a flower. The girl who swayed in the wind deceived Snow, her eyes glowing like a white plum. Zhou Wudi stood at the gate of the palace and looked with his bare hands. He saw the approaching Qian shadow. His dark eyes slightly glowed.
Walking back to the palace, he opened a sheet of paper and ordered Chang Xi, standing at the table, to "grind the ink for me. ”
“Your Majesty, your shoulder wounds are not healing. Do you want to practice writing or wait for the wounds to heal?” Chang Xi hastened to dissuade.
“Nothing, just a few words.” He waved his hand and stood still for a moment, listening to the woman's slow footsteps getting closer and closer, which picked up the wolf howl and waved a lot on the handkerchief.
Meng Sangyu came in and saw Zhou Wudi practicing his words in front of the royal table. The man flew in obliquely and slightly raised his eyebrows, his slightly thin lips in a straight line, and his focused expression made his otherwise handsome face more attractive. This is undoubtedly a very attractive man and the supreme right of the world. No wonder so many women in the palace want to die for him.
Her eyes were clear, she had a standard smile on her face, and the model walked over and stood next to the man, looking at the handkerchief on the table. The pen walks through the dragon, a magnificent grass book leaps on paper, and the wind of a crisp king comes to the surface, which is convincing. This is a letter that belongs exclusively to Zhou Wudi, and ordinary people can only imitate its shape, it is difficult to imitate its god.
It's true! Monsanto's eyes flashed slightly, taking Changxi's ink strips and polishing the man's ink himself.
As soon as she moved, Zhou Wudi seemed to find her, immediately put down the wolf howl, naturally went to lift her sleeve, looked at her burnt wrist, saw that the erythema had subsided, the cold and hard facial line immediately softened. Mulberry elms do have a scale, and they never hurt themselves for the sake of others, which is good.
“Mulberry Elm, here you are, my words, what do you think?” Pinch her white fingertips, Zhou Wu Emperor's fingers went to the shield paper, his heart secretly said: I don't recognize people, you should always know the words.
“The concubine has met the Emperor.” Monsanto Elm wanted to bend her knees and was pulled up by a man, naturally embraced in her arms, and the hot, hot male scent filled her nose. Not interested in exploring the sudden change of name of the man, she smiled, softly, “The Emperor's words are naturally excellent. ”
“Don't flatter me.” The man's thin, slightly warm lips clipped to her ears, and his low, thick voice knocked on her eardrum, giving her a chestnut feel. The intense ambiguity glued the two bodies together with the surrounding air.
Monsanto Elm's eartips moved slightly, and the fake smile on his face became brighter. “The Emperor also knows that the concubine does not understand Wenmao. He really wants to say one, two, three. Isn't the Emperor purely a difficult concubine? ”
“Innocent?” Zhou Wudi gently caressed her delicate cheeks while muttering the words. The dark eyes sparkled an unintelligible spectacle.
Monsanto Elm felt half his face was numb.
“If it doesn't work, it won't work. I'll teach you.” He suddenly laughed low, with a thrill in his laughter, drooped his head, printed a kiss on the woman's face without the fat powder applied, and then licked it gently with his tongue tip, as if it was delicious.