Jul 22, 2024
Xuanyuan wangji Li ge continued to chat with Wen Zhen and sat there lonely. They said that it was a national event and she didn’t care. She remembered that her cousin had vowed to marry her as queen.
But now, a dancer has been killed halfway, and with the consent of the emperor, she occupies the position of Princess Yu. Although Zu Weng said that the woman was just a cousin who set up a fog barrier to make her feel at ease and wait to be a queen.
Wen Mi saw that Wen Zhen was preoccupied and should give the two children a chance to get along alone.
Look at Li Ge and say, "I’ve never seen the Wenfu training ground before, so I’ll show it to the world!"
Li Ge is also a transparent person. He looked at the three people’s expressions and rushed to promise, "Yes! Other courtyards of the old general’s residence are different. "
"Of course, the literati have long been accustomed to the military camp from generation to generation."
Li Ge helped Wen Tao, and two people went out naturally. Wen Tao looked at the door and closed slowly.
I don’t know how long I can protect my granddaughter and grandson, and I hope to see the two people I love the most sitting in that high position in my lifetime.
It is hoped that the writer will be able to re-cast his past glory, and his days seem to be numbered after years of accumulated illness in the battlefield.
Fang Zuowen Zhen Xuanyuan Wangji
Xuanyuan wangji didn’t move, but his eyes were gradually stained with frost.
Wen Zhen saw that Zu Weng got up from Ying Ying and made a ceremony. "Zu Weng said that the Queen had the heart to send Zhen Er to Manhu and his cousin to resolve the crisis. Thank you again for your cousin’s help."
Xuanyuan Wangji’s eyes are bright. If this world knows him best, he has the same unyielding stubbornness and the same ambition in his blood. He will never be satisfied with ease. That’s why men should have blood and lofty sentiments and wait for the situation.
Although there is no glorious force in the past, the writer does not care that the mother princess would be murdered by the Wei family. Because the writer has the strength to compete with the writer’s court, he still needs the help of the writer if he wants to achieve great things. The condition of the writer is to become a queen.
This was originally a part of all the plans, but it was an accident. A man with three wives and four concubines is an ordinary royal heir.
"What a man can’t even protect his own woman!"
Wen Zhen was both surprised and happy. This is the first time my cousin has been so sure of her identity and admitted their commitment.
From the time she was 18, Zu Weng told her that she wanted to be a queen in the future, and the one she wanted to marry was Wang Yuan Wangji.
This belief has been slowly taking root in my heart until Fa extricates herself with joy but also loss. If she becomes a queen, she will have 3,000 beauties to serve her husband.
At the banquet, I saw my cousin doting on that woman, and I was jealous. It was Zu Weng who always explained that being a queen should be cultivated and lenient.
In my heart, I was still vaguely jealous of several thoughts at first, but in a short time, I strongly supported the display of female generosity.
"Zhen’s heart is very happy, no matter how many girls my cousin wants to express songs, remember to make an oath."
From joy to sadness to firmness, all emotions flashed in Wen Zhen’s eyes, knowing that Wen Zhen’s roots were not so generous.
In her heart, she still cares about the appearance of Muwanshang. Now Muwanshang is still cultivating women’s jealousy, but it is terrible. If she needs to be appeased, she will not bother her.
"Zhen son means the famous dancer Ji! She’s just too fine to make smoke. She won’t even see it. "
Wen Zhen’s heart was beaming with joy. Zuweng guessed that it was true and knew how my cousin liked a fine one.
"So good!"
Xuanyuan Wang gathered up his eyes slightly and looked out of the window. He was the woman who solved a big problem. She was in Geshuheng and sent to the holy lake. It should be fine. It needs to be completely rested for a few days before she can set off for Yuzhou.
It’s time to ask her for the remaining account books, although those account books are not very important to him. Every time I look at her, I feel inexplicably happy.
Even he didn’t find his lips slightly raised, which seemed to foresee that Mu Wan was tortured, struggled and resisted by him.
The original dark pupil eyes flashed a bunch of flames, just like a wild animal seeing its prey. The so-called ~ person controls others’ life and death and controls everything.
Xuanyuan Wangji Li Ge had a lunch in Wenfu, and it was rare to get together for the banquet. The atmosphere was harmonious and the waves were rough and the undercurrent was surging. Xuanyuan Wangji was extremely dissatisfied. Uncle Xi relied on his elders to ask him for many times to interfere in his actions. The two had been at odds.
After lunch, the two men took a carriage and left for Shangyang Bieyuan.
It’s much easier to take Dan medicine from Li Ge, so you can walk around the hospital.
If it weren’t for the banquet, nine turned the whip for her, lying on the couch at the moment was her own banquet, nine painted high curative value, and she felt guilty when she saw the ferocious wound on her back.
I went to the kitchen and personally cooked a pot of pigeon soup and sent it to the banquet room.
My mother went early, and my father and brother took care of her. She is still a good cook.
I’m afraid I’ll have to wait two days for Yan Jiu to go out because of itching and pain. My heart is already itchy.
Outside the door, I pushed the door and pushed in. "Sister Yan, I cooked a cup of pigeon soup, which is very good for wound healing and will not leave scars."
Yan Jiu was surprised to know that she was a dancer, but I didn’t expect to cook soup.
"Let the princess personally cook and feast."
When I heard the word Princess Mu Wan, I always felt chills in my heart, but it was just a show, but I couldn’t refute it.
"Sister Yan is the one I should be ashamed of. If it weren’t for the banquet in the imperial garden, my sister would be killed by that pretty Hu Gong."
"That’s the responsibility of the banquet."
Mu Wan Shang has scooped up a big bowl and handed it over. "Wan Shang remembers that the banquet sister saved me. Since it is saving my life, I can’t help but repay this pigeon soup. The banquet sister must drink it. I cooked a big pot and drank it while it was hot."
Xuanyuan Wangji took Li Ge night Zheng back to Bieyuan to see Mu Wanshang holding a lunch box and unhappy. Where did all the handmaids go? She ran around when she was still sick.
Li Ge is slightly light smell a faint aroma into the gasp "what’s this smell?"
"It’s like pigeon soup," said Ye Zheng.
Xuanyuan Wang is extremely gloomy, and his eyes are dark. This is Taifu. Where can I get pigeon soup? Stupid woman, is it that she brought the message carrier pigeon to cook and eat it?
Stride with the night zither Li Ge see Xuanyuan Wang extremely surly hurried with.
See mu wan petticoats into the banquet room. Three people heard two women talking at the door. Xuanyuan Wang Gong’s eyebrows covered the moon and pushed the door directly.
Banquet nine is drinking soup to see Wang Yu come to a mouthful of soup and get stuck in his throat. "Ahem! Wang Ye! "
Mu Wanshang rushed to pat her back and stared coldly at Xuanyuan Wangji. "This is a female boudoir, and even a sovereign can’t break in like this!"
Xuanyuan Wang held her very rudely ~ Xi Hao’s wrist looked at her coldly. "Where did the pigeons come from?" It is very important to know that he carries pigeons.
Mu Wan Shang felt that his wrist was about to be broken. Li Ge rushed to plead, "Wang Ye Mu girl should mean."
Of course, Mu Wanshang knew the importance of homing pigeons and said angrily, "Is Mu Wanshang such a stupid woman in your heart?"
"Aren’t you?"
"This homing pigeon is my whistle, and it is the homing pigeon of Qianjiao Pavilion." Qiu Tong once taught them to deliver a message like a homing pigeon of Qianjiao Pavilion.
This answer XuanYuanWang extremely satisfied slowly loose imprison wrist has become a little red and swollen.
Mu wan’s dress is cold and angry at his heart. "Now your majesty can go out!"
The room became very quiet. Xuanyuan Wangji didn’t go. Looking at the table full of a cup of steaming pigeon soup.