Yan Manyang, staring at her with her cheeky eyes, pulled her sleeves and put her coquettish, "Okay!" The queen's voice was a little hoarse, ethereal, as if it came from the top of the clouds, in the eternal rain alley, the queen of the Hemeng Empire, how could it have been like this? In my previous life, I owed her a heavenly grace, and in this life I am willing to fall back to my karma. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, "When the palace clears the harem of the miscellaneous insects, you have to take care of the harem of this pool of sewage." After all, the emperor strangled the Zheng family's hand, and the queen was jealous. ”

The curtain is late and the jade is crispy, and the incense of the wooden tree is light, as if it can be filled with thick honey painting hall, and suddenly remembered, Yingran smiled, "You haven't seen the princess yet, have you?" The queen looked back and raised her arm to pull the seam to call Yunsheng, "Quickly bring the princess here, let Prince Ming and Princess Ming take a look." "Du Ruoxiangping is only mistaken, Luo Qi is light and happy," she is very stubborn. ”

Dedicated to a lifetime, dream of a spring and autumn farewell with you, pass by Jiangdong, and talk about mulberry hemp with you. When she paused, she swirled around and dropped her lips on her lips and licked them lightly with her tongue. "I want to be spineless, and I want to love the queen for a long, long time."

Her ethereal voice whispered in my ears, and I slid my cold hand across her face.

"The stars are pouring out of you, the moon is you, the green Luo Chuge is you, the medicine clothes and white bones are you, everything is you, everything is given to you, you are given green mountains and white water, you are given flowers and dense trees, and you are given a simile." Na Mingyu whispered in her ear, the joy of youth is her, she sang an inscription for me with the bluestone cold tomb.

"I'll be your hand, and I'll take the knife for you." I became a traitor in the imperial capital, fleeing the horrors of the night with fear, and I contemplated in her fragrance. Her child was very well-behaved, and he smiled at him and coaxed him, and he seemed to understand, and gave me an innocent smile back.

"As smart as you, she has to call me godmother, I love her." Na Mingyu pinched her face and looked at her, and I knelt on my knees, my hair swaying.

"The first knock, respect the queen, the second knock, wish the queen, the third knock, thank the queen." Seeing the fairy of Changle Palace, the silence of a dream, the Great Wall desert carries different feelings. "Queen Mother, I'm here to accompany you." Na Mingyu got up, looked at the long light snow outside the window, and turned out of the Lizheng Palace.

"There is a long life, and there is always a king."

The queen's pupils were stunned, and the bottom of her eyes swept away the wind and waves, and the waves hit the rocks, and the waves were loud, only the warm dampness on her lips was particularly stable and distinct, "It's all up to you." ”

Xiao Han took the princess and stirred up the turbulence, the queen took it, held the princess in a low voice and called Na Mingyu look, the child's small hand came to grab the warm jade pendant on the queen's waist, the queen unloaded and stuffed into his brocade quilt, the red lips bloomed glutinous and soft flowers, the queen pointed to the girl, "This is your simile godmother, how to treat me in the future, how to treat her." ”

When Jing Fu took power, Na Mingyu suddenly knelt and knocked, and the queen suddenly panicked, handed over the child to Xiaohan to take back, and hurriedly squatted down to help her.

"What are you doing!" The queen's lips and teeth were pursed into a line of white, and she gnawed her smile into powder, and when she listened to her words, she suddenly burst into tears, and turned in her sour red eyes for a long time, but fortunately, she didn't wear my makeup.

She came in a hurry, walked fast, like a dreary summer wind with the noise of cicadas, and before she had time to turn back, she had already passed away in her hair, but gently and neatly turned into white feather arrows, and shot the target red heart impartially. Her figure is in the brilliant and colorful wall of the long corridor, and she is gradually moving away.

The queen gently sat back on the floor, this emotional drama was very tired, but she wanted to laugh sweetly.

Prince Ming's Palace.

Qiu Hexuan, the residence of Yin Baojing, the side concubine of Prince Ming.

The night is more fixed, and the partridge on the painting screen is lifelike, like a plum on the outer branch of the chirping startle. There was a sound under the tree, and Yin Baojing opened the green window with the bead curtain high, and cut and repaired the branches. Jingwan listened to the cry of the unknown bird in the bleak grass, the new plum hairpin on her temples, the Shen waist Pan sideburns and the wrist dansha, there are always too many inexplicable sorrows at night.

The tassel tent is swaying in the wind, and the hibiscus embroidered on the skirt is blooming freely. The night by the window is always bleak, and when she is about to be cold, she thinks of her who she saw in the future. Charming and charming, accompanied by the beautiful scenery of Hengtang ten miles.

"Let's go, I want to meet her." Yin Baojing arrived at Xiaohexuan, but the knock was faint, but it was not as crisp as his own door. "Ming..... Sister Mingyu, but sleeping? ”

Na Mingyu lay sideways on the chaise longue and flipped through the scriptures, the blanket covered half of the body, the hand picked up the scattered two strands of sideburns and pinned them to the ear, the two points between the eyebrows were crumpled together and opened with a finger, the lark hollowed out and sprinkled with the sound of gold stepping, with a little sleepiness in his eyes, the leaf water in the small cup was slightly bitter and slightly astringent, and the cup was put on the dark Zhu four-legged sandalwood case.

"Is it Pu'er?" Na Mingyu propped herself up, straightened her clothes, sat down on the couch, and shook. The sparse sound outside the door, the sound of shoveling is insufficient, it is the cold silence of the winter night, and the begonia invites her in, through a paper screen window, and sends her thoughts from afar. "Sister, my sister hasn't slept yet, what's the urgency at such a late?"

When I saw people I wasn't familiar with, Yin Baojing's cheeks were always easy to turn red as if he had drunk old wine. His eyes were like sake choking, and he read it earnestly, "Hmm...... Does Sister Mingyu know how to make shortbread, it's almost my mother's birthday, I want to make some for her and ask someone to send her out of the palace. ”

The fragrance of tea is rippling in winter, and the candlelight is fluttering and leaning over to sniff. "Sister, the tea here smells good!" Yin Baojingyu held the bright chin in his hand and sat down. "It's not that I said, the girls around me are generally not good at hand, so I came at night and bothered my sister, I hope my sister will forgive me."

The cool toad is wanton, reflecting the bright eyes of the flowers on the skirt. The eyebrows and eyes were crooked with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the rouge was slightly oozing fine sweat, she didn't feel cold here, and her eyes looked at her quietly, and coughed lightly.

When the door opened, the night was cold and quiet, Na Mingyu looked at Yin Baojing with a smile, she was a little like Zheng Xueyi, and her eyes were a little more interested.

"You are not jealous, others are a little afraid of me, saying that I am fierce." Na Mingyu lifted the blanket and handed her the tea that was savoured.

"Since you have spoken, how can you not be reasonable? It's going to be so one-two points, and it's clumsy to make it, I'm afraid you're going to laugh at it. "The dark gold hollow four-legged tripod exudes a dark fragrance, and it is comfortable to smell it carefully.

"If you don't like tea, let Begonia bring you some? It's just Pu'er, my sister has more tea here. Na Mingyu's fingers tapped on the table, and the sound of her skirt touching the squirrel, was very small, and she could hear it quietly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be ashamed of your eyes, and I rarely make shortbread." She was in a hurry, and on a winter night, she was heartless, picked up the cup, and knocked it twice. "It's good to have a heart, see if you speak, do something for your mother, and say hello for me."