“Your Majesty, the time has come, it is time for the concubine to pay her respects. For the first time in 10 years, the queen returns to the palace, because the maid has spared the concubine in the morning. It will not be the same if she does not go in the evening.” Monsanto Elm let him lick it for a while, glancing at the hourglass in the palace, softly reminding.
“Cross the river to tear down the bridge!” Zhou Wudi grinded her delicate lower lip with her teeth and could not help but recognize the intense feeling of drowsiness in her eyes.
Mengsang Elm's cheeks were just right red and dizzy. After entering the palace for three years, she knew when to laugh, when to cry, when to be ashamed, and all kinds of attitudes could be trusted. She's a natural fraud.
“Go on.” Zhou Wudi sighed, holding her up, carefully finishing her wrinkled coat and skirt, as if she had practiced her natural posture a thousand times. That weird familiarity is back.
“The concubine withdrew.” Monsanto Elm bends his knees and salutes.
“Wait, this flavor is strong, just give it to me.” The man's long index finger pointed towards her waist.
Monsanto Elm looks down and is a newly sewn incense bag with a hint of plum blossom. “The concubine made one for the Emperor himself.” She unwrapped the capsule and was very knowledgeable about the interface.
“Okay.” Zhou Wudi laughed. The smile was surprisingly refreshing.
Monsanto Elm also smiled slightly and went to the Palace of Cining under the patronage of the ever-joyful servants. The man stood at the door of the palace and saw her back completely disappear before walking back to the palace.
There are already many princesses gathered in the Palace of Cining, mostly headed by Shen Huiru, and a handful of unappealing people sitting in the corner of the palace, clearly distinguished. Not yet in the rear position, Shen Huiru has hidden the power of the reigning palace. No wonder, the false emperor gave her the Queen's seal and asked her to photograph the Sixth Palace on her behalf. Everyone thought she was nailed to the back of the board.
When Meng Sangyu came in, Shen Huilu didn't know who to listen to. He was smiling lightly under his cover. The princesses gave the face a great deal of fun, and the laughter was strong.
“The concubine met the Princess De Feng.” The low-lying princesses saw her step in, hurriedly stood up and bowed her knees to salute her. Shen Huilu sat steadily at the top of the table. Her dark and unclear gaze glanced at her and her posture remained as strong as possible.
Grasshopper ~ Mengsang Elm looked back after the fall, scorned and smiled. Shi Run walked to her head and asked the palace people to move a chair and sit her down. What about the palace? What about the Queen's seal? Argumentative, you're still under me.
Her silent provocation was understandable to everyone, and the palace was silent. Shen Huilu shook his fists in both hands, tight and loose, loose and tight. She remembered that this was the Cining Palace, and she couldn't stand it. In the end, Guan Er smiled and covered her eyes with a glimmer of killing.
The air was a little cloudy, after half a mile, Sister Kim opened the bead curtain and invited the concubines to visit the main palace, which broke the depressing atmosphere in the field.
The back end sat on the top of the head, dressed in gorgeous clothes, a look on the face, just one glance was very stressful, and Weiyi immediately compared Shen Huiru's fake phoenix to the mud bottom.
Shen Huilu's muscles on her face were a little stiff, exposing her consternation towards the queen. Seeing the compassion beside the queen quickly gave her a look, and she immediately settled in. Ten more days of patience. Ten days from now, it will be up to her to decide whether it is the Chapel or the rear palace.
The queen glanced at her faintly and even her eyes were calm. After everyone was saluted, she first looked at Monsanto Elm, and her serious expression was slightly tender, "How is the Emperor hurt? ”
“Going back to the Queen is slightly better than yesterday, and she will have another five or six days to govern.” Monsanto Elm is not funny, much less pleasant, very simple.
The softer the queen's face, she held her hand and sat beside herself, but ignored Shen Huiru. The woman soon had to feed herself on the evil consequences and she did not have to waste her expression on her.
The princesses' faces were wonderful, and they all looked at Shen Huiru with subtle eyes. The queen obviously prefers the princess more. The emperor is so guilty of the queen, and there is a queen to cross the bar. It is not certain who will fall behind this seat.
Shen Huilu smiled lightly, and the old god was there. Soon, however, a beard spread, and the breaking of a woman's face broke her calm and self-reliance.
The woman went mad and swung her side of the palace to the Queen's feet. A thin cheek emerged from the mess. She was actually Li Guifei, who was confined to the Cold House.