Dowager timely: "The bearer, communication to physician."
Yuan Zhao's Mouzhong passing touch of bright points of light, and later exchanged for a fleeting stiff, "Imperial grandmother, this is why?"
"The greasy dishes were withdrawn, and for some light Yangwei fashion." Empress ignore him and continue her work arrangement, "Xia Yi, supporting the Crown Princess to the Dutch Court, taking a breather the next."
Off to one side of a Gong Zhuang woman should be the sound is turned to lie on the ryondae in the whole body had become soft side to throw the Azusa-jun.
Di Chang a look of indifference, as if nothing had happened in general, quietly eating his meals.
"Imperial grandmother, Zi-Jun exactly how she had? Why should declare the imperial doctor come?" Barry Gensho Buyiburao.
"No matter, called the physician to simply plan a peace of mind." Empress again won the bowl and chopsticks, "... ... calculation, your age should be enough. Not to mention you are a prince, this is not a bad thing."
Di Chang a sweep of the Queen Mother, is not speech. Dao Shi Yuan Chao murmured: "However, a good pigeon to eat ... ..."
"Yuan Chao." Empress of the tone a little heavier, with a bit to blame in this. "Can not make irresponsible remarks."
Black. Emperor Chang jade chopsticks is not a light is not re-sized on the ground resting on the.
"I am lacking, and the first down to rest." He slowly got up, turned around and looked at his mother. "Queen mother, Er Chen first retire."
Empress Dowager point of the head: "Imperial affairs of state child physical exertion, but also more attention to the body is. Yuan-chao, you age is not small, the Institute for the Fu Huang Jie Chou share care of." Then they look to the Emperor Chang, "not as good as Huang Ming Yuan Zhao monitoring children earlier North Korea, In this way, he gives the child an opportunity to exercise, you can also have a good rest break, do not you? "
"Queen mother put it absolutely right." Emperor Chang hook lip smile, eyes once again down the yuan-chao, said: "Crown Princess of your birth and see Guzhe ... ... what is necessary, despite the opening to your grandmother Queen."
Yuan Zhao cheeky happy expression, replied swiftly: "Yes, Er Chen always remember ... ..."
Queen Mother is faint sigh.
Emperor Chang's rear foot had left ryondae Dutch Court physician of the front foot on the step entered. Little old man wore a silver-haired, goatee hanging in the chin, the very figure who trained the flavor a bit. He holds the only son of Zhang Muxiang, small ran ryondae ago.
"Wei Chen Xiang-De, Kou Xian Empress Highness, His Royal Highness Prince Edward."
Queen Mother waved, point to ryondae corridors on the eyeful pitch darkness of the Azusa-jun, "There's no more ceremony, the patients there, you had better go and look."
"The palace is also as you go." Gensho mood and authentic. "Let's go."
******
Fed water, then shot in the chest behind the ask for a while, finally felt Huanguo Lai Tsz Chun more. She escorted Bai Yuzhu son, reluctantly let his Buzhi Yu collapsed to the ground. Xia Yi ordered moved the ottoman, by the arm of her time to sit down.
She moved moving eyes, it seems a while just made her want to retch almost emptied of air power at the moment not even blink of the trial of strength gone. Mouth is still sour gas Zhimao, stuck in the ottoman in the whole person, as if his head jammed with Jojo call out a small sparrow, spaced.
How did engage in it? Why is a smell of the greasy smell of pigeon on the nausea? Zi-Jun baffled.
She is not never read the novel to write those scripts, Haixi woman can not smell the oil smell of fish, otherwise it would have to nausea and vomiting. The idea is simply absurd - how could she Haixi? Not come to this place several days.
And so on, the Crown Princess to marry Barry Gensho can be far more than a few days. Is that really ... ...?
Ming, good poor Crown Princess. To family, to themselves, they lost ... ... or lose to such a one-sided character of the abdomen black man. The most crucial is that His Highness the Crown Prince also went so far as she was thrown out of the palace, really a sacrifice if Bilv ah.
... ... This is an hour, I will make good on you, ... ...
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