[The host's eyes are like torches, and you can find such details.] 】

[......] An Yang directly glanced at the stupid reaction of the system, [So what use do I want you to do? 】

[Without me, how could the host have encountered such a challenging man!] You must know that the host is in the original world, but it plays with everyone in the palm of its hand, and now that it encounters a strong enemy, do you feel very motivated, and your heart is burning with fire! 】

An Yang instantly had the urge to scold, since the last world, she found that her own system is not only hot-blooded, but also lacks EQ and IQ is worrying, she is like raising a child.

[Hehe, so you have to work hard.] 】

Yin Yang replied angrily, and she really heard the screams of her own system, [I will! 】

It's really a pitiful little person who can't complain......

This encounter with Chang Ruosheng directly made Anyang's days of eating bran vegetables more and more difficult. The other party made it clear that he didn't want her to feel better, and Qingyou had a sad face all day long, as if he had accepted his fate.

[Host, you have been sighing in the palace for five days. If you don't hurry up, you just wait for Bai Aya to wipe her neck. 】

[Of course I know, but this time Chang Ruosheng is a little tricky, and Miss Ben never fights uncertain battles. 】

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound at the door. An Yang raised his head lazily, and saw that the only maid in the palace was bringing hot water in.

An Yang glanced at her lightly, lying on her side on the bed, her voice still as shallow as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, "Qingyou." ”

The coarse rice and rotten leaves of the past few days have also made Qingyou feel bad. But she is just a palace maid, and if the queen is not favored, she will also be humiliated.

In the end, it was the slave who grew up serving Anyang, and when she heard the summons, she still had a gentle smile on her face, wanting Anyang to be a little relieved.

"Mother, what's the matter?"

An Yang beckoned mysteriously, and when someone came to her, he stuffed something wrapped in a handkerchief into her arms.

Qingyou didn't need to open it, but just glanced at the exposed corner of the handkerchief, and his face immediately changed.

"Bear it."

"Niangniang, this is the hairpin that Your Majesty gave you for the wedding. You, your favorite ......" The hand holding the hairpin couldn't help but tremble a little, Qingyou looked at Anyang who didn't cry or make trouble, and felt distressed.

"I can't get by, I still care what these things outside my body do," An Yang smiled lightly.

Since her miscarriage, there were no nourishing herbs sent to the palace at all, and her body has become more and more weak. Needless to say, Qingyou already understood the meaning of that pale face.

There are often things that are sold in the palace, but the queen is not favored, and I don't know how much such a good thing will be deducted by those eunuchs.

The queen's ornaments began to flow out of the palace, and Anyang's thin and sick little face gradually began to have a bloody color.

[Those who do things with color will love the way if the color decays. It's a pity, the encounters between people start with color," An Yang looked at the face in the bronze mirror, pinched his face, and said to himself.

[What are you going to do?! When the system heard her words that slipped out unconsciously, it immediately came to its senses.

After the previous world, it was breathtakingly obedient to its own host. It said that Ning Haoran was just the initial world, but in its heart it knew that the other party was a difficult bone to gnaw. Otherwise, it wouldn't have lamented all day long at first, thinking that if the mission fails, it will die in the vast world.