Zi Su asked people to find Lei Zhan. He is now naughty and tight, refusing to study hard, and bringing a group of little eunuchs around the palace all day long, and the complainants are bright and dark. Today, I caught the live chickens in the kitchen to train my flying skills, and tomorrow I hid the homework handed in by my brothers, and then I tied the braids of the palace maid who slept lazily to the tree next to me. Shiso's children didn't worry as much as he did. Lei Xiao occasionally heard her complain, but he didn't think so, and the sentence "Little child" passed, and he was not happy for his son's whimsy.

"Zhan'er," she looked sad when she saw him. Lei Zhan immediately knelt down, he was still a little afraid of the queen mother.

"The Queen Mother. The child knows what is wrong. He always did not hesitate to admit his mistakes immediately, avoiding listening to his mother's reprimands or complaining nagging.

"You, every time you admit your mistakes, you are happy, but as soon as you get out of this door, your old state sprouts. Shiso sighed. Who is he like? Not like a king? She didn't inherit her mother's appearance, could it be that she inherited her personality? Although she was raised by herself, she never had any deep feelings for Lei Zhan. As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but think of Xiyan, and then think of Tianmu, and a sense of disgust arose. What kind of evil fate will fall on their heads? I have to be relative, but I am disgusted.

"The child didn't dare anymore. Lei Zhan pursed his lips.

"Who are you following this temperament?" Shisu frowned, repeating the same words over and over again.

"The child doesn't know. "He was also aggrieved. Others privately say that he is not the child of the queen mother at all, so where is his mother?

"Zhan'er, you are not young anymore, but you get into trouble all day long, how long do you want me to worry about you?"

Lei Zhan lowered his head sullenly. He doesn't want to grow up, he is bored to death every day, what's the fun?

"Alright, get up, go back and reflect. Zi Su saw that he was silent again, and thought that his words were just wind in his ears, so he sent him away. She had a headache at him. It's really a debt to their mother and son in their previous life.

The candles in her room flickered, and there was the dull sound of objects falling to the ground, and even a thick carpet could not fully absorb the sound. He cautiously poked a small hole in the side of the paper window, and when he looked closer, he saw that she was rolling on the ground, her clothes biting between her lips, and her expression was blurred. He stopped and dodged in.

She was like a fish stranded on the beach, her face wet, her expression painful, exhausted and colorless. He hurriedly went to help her, but with a heavy wave of her hand, he pushed him aside.

"Go away. Her voice was hoarse. Why did he come.

"Are you sick? I'll take you to the doctor. He ignored her refusal and insisted on picking her up. She struggled, pushed him, hit him, she really didn't have much strength, and it didn't hurt to hit him.

He forcefully put her on the bed and pulled the quilt over it, "I'll find someone to heal you now." And he got up to go out.

"Don't," she tugged at his sleeve, "don't go, no one can heal well." Yan Tianmu should be back soon, she tried her best to insist.

"Are you really sick?" he thought it was a rumor or a conspiracy, and every time he saw her before, it was no different.

She smiled bitterly, she was willing to pretend about anything, but she was never willing to be sick.

"No matter what kind of illness it is, you have to take a look first, just go on like this, where can you support it?"

"You don't care, just go. When she said this, her eyes went dark. The pain tore at her body, even her bones, like iron hooked claws.

"How are you?" he looked bad at her and pushed her. She had passed out.