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The skin is as white as jade, pink, with a touch of delicate fat, just like the peach blossoms in spring, scorching, delicate, thin and suitable for the lips, pink and tender luminous and moist, as if moistened by the best elixir.

"This person?!"

His eyes quickly wandered over Yuwen Yuanhao and the pink-clothed singer, looking at the faces of the two of them that were seven or eight points alike, Luo Qingying's eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, and then his eyes fell on Cui Liwan's body!

On the surface, although Cui Liwan showed the same surprise as everyone present, those eyes, when she inadvertently looked at Yuwen Yuanhao, she couldn't hide her pride and ridicule!

(Yuwen Yuanhao, do you think that only you can think of this trick to please the emperor, this palace...... Wouldn't it? ）

Yuwen Yuanhao sat in his place, and in the face of all this in front of him, he just quietly hooked the corners of his lips, and no longer cared about the things in front of him.

What if two people look alike?! The person in front of you is ...... after all Not the man he had in mind.

Yuwen Yuanhao can tell the difference clearly, but Yuwen Yao may not, Yuwen Yuanhao also has to admit that Cui Liwan is indeed much more attentive than him this time!

Yuwen Yuanhao was just thinking about letting Xianglian wear the pink skirt that his father and mother wore when they met for the first time, and play a few of his mother's favorite songs in front of his father Yu Wenyao to evoke Yuwen Yao's memories!

But Cui Liwan not only let people do this, but also found a person who looked so similar to his mother, Duanjing Imperial Concubine, and she was really too attentive.

Yu Wenyao, who was sitting on a high seat, suddenly stood up from the dragon chair, shook off Duolun who was about to support him, and rushed straight towards the pink-clothed singer.

Yuwen Yao leaned down and helped up the pink-clothed singer who was kneeling on the ground, looking at the face that was seven or eight points similar to Yuwen Yuanhao, his face was indescribably happy and excited.

"Yue...... Yue'er, it's you...... Are you back? Yue'er ...... Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

"Your Majesty?!"

"Pass the Imperial Doctor, quickly wear the Imperial Doctor."

Immediately followed by a period of chaos, a good flower festival, because of this sudden situation, had to end early, those daughters and sons of the family, even if they were arranged to be sent out of the palace, as for Yuwen Yuanhao and Luo Qingying, together with the other royal family members, rushed to Yuwen Yao's dormitory, guarded outside the dormitory, waiting for news.

People who are seriously ill are most afraid of joy and sorrow, today's situation, everyone has seen it, Yu Wenyao's excited look at the time, no wonder there is such a situation!

However, what people didn't expect was that Yu Wenyao this time could be regarded as a blessing in disguise, a few days ago, because of the matter between those black-clothed people and Yuwen Yuanhao, Yu Wenyao, who couldn't come out with a breath in his heart, after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood stasis, his whole body and mind were much more comfortable.

After Yu Wenyao came to his senses, he asked those imperial doctors about his situation, and Yu Wenyao also asked everyone to retreat with relief, those who should go back to their own palaces, and those who should go back to their own bedrooms to their own bedrooms!

After everyone retreated, Yu Wenyao asked Duolun quietly, and summoned today's pink-clothed singer to his bedroom, that night, in Yu Wenyao's bedroom, the piano sound was melodious and pleasant, and the singing voice was graceful!

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^