Let’s go for a walk and celebrate a sweep. Leng Peiyuan, who is worried in his heart, said happily to the people.

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Suddenly, the night ghost of the Lord is now looking solemn at the door.
What happened? asked Chen Chen at night. Are all the hosts happy?
Yes, yes, the night soul looks cold and curved, and it’s hard to say anything.
What the hell happened? The smile faded away, and my heart rose as bad as when I was in the inn.
Yes, yes, the night charm replied, hanging his head quickly.
What’s the matter with him? Is it a man’s fault? Xiu Mei frowned unconsciously and her tone became cold.
According to people in the palace, the emperor had a lucky night last night, and gave a cold and curved look with some concern.
bang
The tea cup on the coffee table was swept to the ground by cold bending and shattered into pieces, just like her heart now.
They all looked at her anxiously. Why did this happen again? Didn’t the emperor abolish the harem by bending? Now why do you favor other women?
Cold curved Huo Ran raised his head and it was cold in his black eyes.
Back to the palace
Chapter one hundred and ninety Bend Can you forgive me?
palace
Glazed tiles reflect bright and dazzling light because of sunlight, and the red walls with blue columns are gorgeous and majestic, but they are freezing.
bang
The teacup was overturned and fell to the ground, with tea stains all over the place, and the teacup was broken into pieces.
Damn it, I can’t even make a cup of tea. Do you want to burn me to death?
Xuanyuan growled at night in the imperial room. After that night, he became more and more angry, and even if he did things, he would pick a lot of faults.
The emperor forgave me.
A little maid-in-waiting in a pink palace kept knocking on her head and slipping a few strands of hair, but she couldn’t hide her fear.
Somebody! Somebody!
Xuanyuan got up at night and roared toward the outside. Black hair fluttered with his stride, and the deep eye pupil was irritated.
Emperor Xu Mao came in and saw a flash of sympathy at the bottom of the eyes of the maids who kept kowtowing on their knees.
Drag her to the staff and blame me. Xuanyuan night pointed to the little maid-in-waiting and said
The emperor forgave the handmaiden for her mistake.
The little maid-in-waiting was almost scared to live in Xu Mao’s eyes and motioned for Xuanyuan Night to knock her head harder and her forehead was soaked with blood and didn’t stop.
Emperor Xu Mao thinks that the emperor’s recent gust of wind has generally not escaped the fate of being angered by the eunuch who waited on the palace.
Well, Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows and glared at Xu Mao at night. Now he is so angry that he has nowhere to send his hair and dares to pull out his beard.
Are you going to be flogged for her
I dare not Xu Mao, a slave, and suddenly I kneel on the ground. He is fifty or sixty people, and he can’t stand twenty sticks.