MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort-Chapter 405 Death
"The court judges adults, how is the situation in the emperor?" In the hall of Gande, Shu Shu could not stop worrying. Holding a handkerchief in one hand, there was burnout on the other hand, and Yuan Chengdi, who was short of breath and chest tightness, slowly stroked his chest.
The talents on the dragon couch want to speak, but they don’t care but they are affected by the lungs, followed by a sudden cough. In this case, it is clear that the disease is even worse.
Since Yuan Chengdi has been ill for more than three months, the unilateral has not changed much. Nowadays, the stomach cramps can't stand it, it is the more precious medicinal herbs, and it takes only a moment to take it. At the end, it is still full of vomiting. The two hospitals that called the Royal Hospital were sentenced to adults, and their hair was white.
Seeing that the man was up and down on the chest, the body was thin and thin, and the old ceremonial ceremonies were not in the past. Shu Shu Niang looked over her head and squinted. The Prince’s Highness, who had been quiet for a long time, saw this scene, and his brow was barely wrinkled.
"Re-diagnosis. Discussed the case and the lonely." Nearly sixty people, the disease came down.
Yuan Chengdi’s teenager was enthroned, and he was too tired. The bottom of the body is not as solid as the brothers of Zong Zhenglin. In the past few years, I was tired of the prince, and I was angry and tempted. In the recent period, I was busy with the Battle of Mobei, followed by a snowstorm around the world. During this period, the Queen Mother died and the Zongzheng was rebellious. Under the many blows, the emperor who arrived in the Year of the Destiny could not help.
"Prince." The sigh is very weak, only slowly slamming the light, still with the emperor weather. "Guanrong War, Li Fulin, Su Bowen, Chang Suntai, Cai Pingkang, see you in the palace."
In a short sentence, the breath was so bad.
Every time Yuan Chengdi read a name, Shu Shu’s heart trembled with two tremors. These people are all emperors' confidants, and they have gathered many people to see them at once... aren't they? !
The fingers holding the slapstick suddenly clenched, trying to maintain the humble and respectful face, the emperor confessed that the prince was running poorly, and the harem woman could not interject. The heartbeat is like a drum, and it is very exciting.
After the emperor left only Shu Shu accompanied by the driver, the Royal Hospital was rushed out of the hall to discuss the case. Zong Zhenglin's footsteps were slightly heavy, and he took a foot out of Jinping. He didn't feel like he looked back. He was seeing Shu slightly leaning over and whispering soft words in Yuancheng's ear.
A woman who is over forty years old still has a charm. The emperor on the sick bed is already old and dying. The two hands overlapped on the couch, and the lady-in-law was gentle and gentle.
Zong Zhenglin’s stagnation was only a stagnation in the inner temple where the windows were closed.
Outside the Temple of Gande, he called Gu Changde to go to the decree, and Zong Zhenglin took the hand under the gallery. It’s a clear sky, and it’s a long way to look.
After dinner in the evening, Mu Xiyao once again looked at the man who was sitting on the bamboo collapsed, leaning his head and wondering more.
Obviously, when I went out, I was so good, I was back, how was the boss so much?
I took the fan of the landscape, and the enchantress smashed and rogue, licking the little **** and calling the man behind her to move her. I have faded the embroidered shoes and climbed up. I put a head on his chest, and the palace fan in his hand made him weak, obviously he didn't put it on his head.
Fingers scratched his chest along the man's open placket, and the water was so beautiful that he stared at the man.
"Prince, is someone angry with you?" The tone is very rare.
Being pressed by her soft and soft body, Zong Zhenglin raised her hand to hold her back, and Feng looked deep and looked at this woman who seemed to be a little cheerful, and her voice flashed.
"Unsatisfactory under the heart, Jiaojiao loves to see?" The little goblin eyes are very beautiful, especially at this moment.
Happy to see. Someone can clean up the big devil, who is this way?
It is a pity that the person is not her, otherwise she does not have to worry about it. "Hey, I feel that I have a place to use myself, and I am very happy to comfort you." Then he leaned over his chest and rubbed his cheeks twice.
The silk satin lining is silky and smooth, and it is draped over Zong Zhenglin. It is cool in summer.
"Jiaojiao." Did not wait for her to continue to blame, Zong Zhenglin put on the unfair head, holding her face facing him. "When you are a child, you can be worried about the loss of color and fear of seeing a lonely face?"
When is her color loss? The first reaction of the demon girl is to scream. "They are very good, and they are used whenever they are seen."
This reaction... There is some headache from His Royal Highness. In the face of a very special, ordinary speech, her brain is guilty.
A slap in the little woman's cocky buttocks, the man warned her, when he had abandoned her. Just want to ask her how to think in her heart.
"Don't worry about the look of a smug, sloppy face, and fold your favorite?"
Asshole, you dare!
In my heart, I was so bad that I could only disdain it. "Hey, give birth to your son, you don't look good, don't worry about it. It's a filthy face, it's also a good time for you to pass on, and you remember better." Waiting for her to see the wind and see it. People, two-phase comparison, you still do not love more?
Listening to her answer is straightforward, Zong Zhenglin squats, caressing her top hand, slowing down.
"At the time of the emperor's house, Jiaojiao heard that he was so cold, and he only took a slap in his head." Although the little things are tossing him, but she is rushing over, even the usual love is not enough. .
Taking a deep breath, she ignored her doubts and buckled her back. Mu Zonglin leaned back on her neck and her lips were printed on her eyebrows.
Very good, did not let him down.
The scene in the Temple of Gande, now I want to come, Yuan Chengdi, will never be unaware.
In the disease, the disease does not forget to draw a delicate makeup, on the surface is respect for the emperor, pay attention to the pre-existence posture; more, fear that the pet has long been deep into the bone marrow. I am afraid that this is the mouth, the emperor recruited others to accompany the driver, if you missed a star and a half of important news, affecting his own future, he will have to spend his regrets in the rest of his life.
Shu Shu is a faction today. Although she has combined the rules of the ancestors, she lost the Sacred Heart. Although Yuan Chengdi can't get sick, the emperor's mind can't figure out the weight.
Taking a picture of Mu Xiyao's back, Zong Zhenglin took advantage of this scornful falsification. He felt that the little woman was sick all the time. Compared with her rare temperament, when he was more tolerant, it was not bad.
This evening, Mu Xiyao was confused, and was saved by the imperial concubine of the Prince, and forced to linger in the bed for a long time. It was so greasy that she was not awake until the second day, and she did not want to understand where she suddenly closed the man’s heart.
In the past 20 years, I have not waited until the palace of Ning Wang was ordered to return to Jingzhou from Jingzhou. Yuan Chengdi once again fainted.
On the sixteenth of July and the nineteenth of the 19th, the Emperor collapsed in the Temple of Gande. The prince of the prince was the emperor, and the emperor was promoted to the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother of the Empress Dowager, the mourning of the Emperor, and the ruin of the mountain.
Mu Xiyao got this bad news and could not help but be shocked.
The emperor's widow, the last moment of the emperor's royal family, the birth of a surpassed Shu Shu?
Outside the Temple of Gande, a hundred officially served, if you are cold. Only the new emperor was in the middle of a pair of sinking phoenixes, and the flash of sorrow was flashing.
