Zhou Wudi stopped and looked at her with his deeply blind eyes. Half a minute later, he slowly said, "What have I given you? Shen Huilu, three years in the palace, have you ever been poisoned? Have you ever been saddened? Have you ever been betrayed by a woman in your heart? I have eliminated all hidden dangers for you! Keep your protection from the air! Even,” Speaking of which, he closed his eyes and his voice became very dull, "I even erected an arrow badge for you to fight for you, fight for you, you just have to rest in peace in the Church Palace until the Chao Dynasty cleared up, the day you won the rear seat. I'm protecting you in my own way, and I did it! I may be sorry for all the women in the palace, but I can only stand you! ”
Retracting his gaze, he kicked open the palace door and walked outside the palace. After being blown by the cold wind, his emotional eyes immediately calmed down, pressing the incense bag on his chest and walking away.
“Your Majesty! Don't go, the concubine knows it's wrong...” Shen Huiru's mute voice had no resentment long ago, only deep regrets left. No conspiracy, no fighting, and now I want to see how calm and happy she used to be in the Church Palace! But it's all ruined by her greed!
Chang Xi picked up the big hammer on the chair and crossed it from her. It's too late for regrets!
Outside the palace, madam.
The news of the cessation of the fertility was broken into the Cold Palace, and the tide of those who had come to the Taishi Mansion to take part in the condolences instantly retreated. Most of them adhered to Mrs Shen's belly and the Emperor's love for the Princess. Without these two things, the Shen family was immediately beaten back to their original form. No, even worse than before. How did the good end get into the Cold Palace, and Mrs. Shen was severely injured and seized of all positions, which is undoubtedly a signal that the Emperor is going to attack the Shen family. Perhaps the Shen family's blood disaster is the Emperor's pen.
Naturally smart people can be officials in the Dynasty. The Shen family was immediately assigned to the refusal of Jing Zhonghun Gui's family to deal with them. There is a feeling that there is an imminent catastrophe even deeper with the Shen family.
In the shadowy spiritual hall, Mrs. Shen sat flawlessly next to the coffin of the coffin. The butler removed the attendant and handed him a secret letter.
He settled his mind and looked harder. His face looked older. The letter drifted from his trembling hands, swept up by the wind and circled over the spiritual hall, with some ominous connotations.
“Sir, what happened?” The butler asked in low voice.
“Xie Zhenghao is dead. The man in the palace must be the Emperor! He's awake!” Mrs. Shen collapsed on the back of the chair. Orthodox is Orthodox, just let him sit on the throne, he has countless means to extinguish the Shen family!
“Sir, what's wrong with you!” As Mrs. Shen closed her eyes and slowly fell to the ground, the butler's heart burst into shouts.
The next day, Monsanto Elm just arrived at the Qingqing Palace to serve. The dusty sky began to drift with heavy snow and she quickly walked to the palace to take off the big bangs on her body.
Chang Xi stopped the briefings of the people outside the palace in order not to disturb the Emperor's sleep, then graciously picked up the Grandmother of Tokushi and led her to the bedroom.
The temple burned the dragon, warm as spring, a mountain tea pot set by the window sprouted, even spit a few flower buds, leading Meng Mungyu to look more. She was surprised to find that there were many more green potted plants in the empty, cold, dry palace in the past, which appeared warm and vibrant.
You are right to say that once a person dies, they fall in love with life. As she walked, she saw a dragon bed with a closed bed and looked slightly hesitantly at Chang Xi. "Is the emperor awake yet? Let's go to the palace for a moment. ”
“The Emperor ordered me to wake her up immediately when she arrived.” Always bowing back.
The Word of God cannot be disobeyed. Monsanto Elm's lips had to go up and pull the mantle open, ready to wake the man up.
The man flew obliquely into the thick frown of death, with two thick black blue clumps beneath his eyelids, apparently sleeping very uneasy, thin lips in a straight line, a handsome face with a few cold and thin meanings. Meng Sangyu knew how heartless it was to be deeply blind when he opened his eyes.
She leaned over and hesitated to open the door again. Let him sleep a little longer. At least he's asleep. He's harmless. When she was about to put down the mantle, the man opened his eyes one step at a time and saw the woman beside the bed without a slight look of surprise. Instead, he raised a disoriented smile and pulled the woman into the bed.
“Mulberry Elm, sleep with me for a while.” He held a woman's slender waist, satisfied with a murmur, this tone, as if they were waking up so face-to-face every day.
“Your Majesty, the concubine is cold!” Meng Muang Elm struggled to remember and inadvertently touched the jade pillow, discovering that his incense capsule was pressing down.
When she was stunned, the man turned his back and pressed her into his bed, placing her hands on his shoulders. He mumbled, "Hold me, I can't sleep without you. ”
The beauty was clearly close, but he could not touch it, afraid to provoke her disgust, more afraid to push her to the tip of the wind. Only in dreams can he revisit the warm and sweet times of the past.
When have I ever slept with you? Were you insomniac at night without me? Monsanto Elm looked at the man who curled up and slept in his arms, doubting once again whether his memory was wrong. Her imagination could not have been more abundant, and Po, who had accompanied her for almost five months, would have been His Majesty the High King.