Ling Luo stopped talking and continued to use it without any image, she was also hungry and panicked.

"Little prince, my son-in-law is also the prime minister, he has an outstanding temperament, gentle and elegant, elegant manners, and respects the son of heaven. As the wife of the childe, are you a little ......" is too rude, and the fallen soul dare not say it.

Ling Luo put down the dishes and chopsticks, burped, and lay on the table in satisfaction: "Fart!" Hungry him for three days to see that he is still elegant? ”

"The Dragon Sutra cultivated by Childe can go without eating for half a month." The fallen soul got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Really? The Dragon Sutra has such benefits. She craned her head and her eyes lit up.

"Come on! Put away your careful thoughts, the Dragon Sutra can only be cultivated by men. Fallen Soul pouted.

"Oh!" She was lazy and lying on her stomach again, "I don't understand, why didn't he let me in?" Today, I was asked to eat only porridge. She suddenly jumped up and yelled.

"Madam, my subordinates can't help but be scared." Falling Soul looked at the bowl that almost slipped, glanced at her dissatisfied, and walked out, "Childe asked me to bring you a message, do you still cherish your body in the future?" Do you skip meals at every turn? ”

"Ahh Ling Luo couldn't cry or laugh a little, and the emotional flower fell to teach her a lesson to let Wang Ma withdraw the meal at noon yesterday, so that she could remember it for a long time, girl, this is too dark! It seems that there are spies in her Saga Pavilion! She narrowed her eyes dangerously and walked out of the room like the wind.

Soon after breakfast, the prince came to Yuqing Palace. Ling Luo was about to go out for a walk, when he turned around the corner and met a man, his clear eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to drip water clamped on a perfectly handsome face, his long fine hair covered his smooth forehead, hanging down to his thick and slender eyelashes, and his black and bright hair was tied up with a hosta.

Under a dark purple robe is the delicate skin that is incomparable to all people. In the afternoon sun, there was no blush, and his delicate face only showed a sickly paleness, but he always revealed a noble and elegant temperament, with his long and slender figure, which was extremely noble.

"Ziran, why are you here?" Ling Luo looked at the visitor and smiled.

"Why did you answer your father?" Xuanyuan Ziran smiled lightly, and a faint smell of medicine emanated from his body.

"If I don't want him, he will force me to do it." She pouted and tugged at his sleeve as she walked out.

"Prime Minister Hua is not such a good person." A flash of sadness flashed across his face.

"Ziran, don't worry! I'll take good care of myself. It's you...... How's your illness? She stopped and looked back at him, this was the first time she had seen the crown prince since she was reborn, she had known him from Yun Jing's memories before, and she was thinking about taking the time to treat his illness, but she didn't expect him to come.

"Don't get in the way" He smiled handsomely, he was born sick, and for more than ten years, he was used to its existence.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came down to the Yuqing Palace, and he didn't enter the inner courtyard without entering the hall." Ling Luo was stopped in his arms, and there was a gentle and low voice of flowers falling overhead.

"Prime Minister Hua hasn't married Jing'er yet!" Xuanyuan Ziran looked at him coldly and stopped Ling Luo's hand.

"What's the difference, the emperor has allowed us to live together, what is the reason for the prince's objection?" He took out what Ling Luo said yesterday.

Ling Luo rolled her eyes in her arms, "The flowers are falling, what are your nerves." ”

"Doesn't your back hurt anymore? Do you want to continue tonight? He lowered his head and whispered, Ling Luo immediately stopped talking, she knew how dark he was, he was so stiff last night, her back hurt terribly, and she swore that she would never sleep on her belt again.

Xuanyuan Ziran's face turned white, and his dark eyes gathered. The hands in his sleeves were clenched, and his hand bones turned white, and he watched coldly as Mi Qingluo floated into the Mist Garden with Ling Luo.

Back in the Mist Garden, Mi Qingluo put her down and stepped into the house, followed closely by Ling Luo.

"The flowers are falling, and I want to eat meat." How could she satisfy her without meat after drinking a bowl of clear porridge, she pulled his sleeve and looked at him pitifully.

"Read it and I'll cook it myself." He tossed her a book.

"I don't really want to marry you, why are you reading this?" She looked at the title of the book and frowned, what did the daughter-in-law of the Hua family have to do with her?

The flowers fell to the guqin by the window and sat down, looking at her coldly and silently. She shrugged her shoulders and reclined on the soft floor, silently flipping through it.

The flowers fell and smiled faintly, and the hand like a green jade stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano came out like a heavenly sound.

She reads quickly, and after an hour she closes the book and enjoys "There are so many benefits of being your daughter-in-law"

The flowers fell into their hands, and the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her for a moment, "The ancestor of the Hua family favored his wife, so he set up this book." ”

"Love," she murmured softly, this precept book turned out to be all the terms in the precept ring. The book is public, and it may be how shocking it is.

"The men of the flower family are like this" Hua Tianluo smiled lightly, got up and came to the soft collapse.

"What about you?" Naturally, she moved inward.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" He raised an eyebrow and lay gracefully beside her.

She pursed her lips, put the book on her face, and said sullenly, "It's none of my business." ”

Hua Falling stared at the roof silently, with a smile between his eyebrows, indicating that he was in a good mood.

"Let's go, let's make meat." Ling Luo threw the book away, pushed him, got up and passed him down.

The flower fell slowly and got up, followed her to the door, raised the curtain, and the two of them went out of the room to the kitchen.

The kitchenette is simple and tidy, and Zhiyun prepares lunch in the kitchenette. When he saw the two of them coming, he got up and saluted them.

After the flowers fell and sent her down, she elegantly and calmly rolled up her sleeves, and began to prepare after cleaning her hands.

Ling Luo leaned on the side of the door and watched his elegant movements with a smile on the corner of his mouth, it was hard to imagine that a character like Mi Qingluo washed his hands and made soup was so eye-catching.

An hour later, the flowers fell and made a few delicate side dishes, the portion is not much, but all of them are full of color and fragrance, which is appetizing. Ling Luo's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to come over.

Hua Tianluo warmed the pot of wine and handed it to her, she still had a standard way of eating, such as the autumn wind swept by, a table of wine and food entered her stomach, she was satisfied to take the Jinpa handed over by Hua Tianluo and wiped her mouth, only to find that he had not eaten, and looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Her face was hot, and she took the snow white silk brocade into her arms, "good craftsmanship"

"Tomorrow's Mama Zan in the palace will come to the house to teach etiquette," he straightened his sleeves and slowly stood up, past her out of the small kitchen.

Ling Luo stared fiercely at his departing back, and after a long time, her roar came from the small kitchen.

In the following month, Ling Luo broke out under the devilish palace training of Mama Zan, she threw several people out of the prime minister's mansion, and a few days later, she was edicted into the palace by the emperor.

In Yao Guifei's Yaoxin Palace, the emperor and the queen sat in the first place, and Yao Guifei was in the queen's subordinate position, and Ling Luo snuggled up to Yao Guifei without any image.

"Yun girl, is there anything wrong?" The emperor said plainly.

"Your Majesty, I'm already like this, I can't change it, why bother with it." Ling Luo spread his hands and looked sullenly at Zan Mo Dao, who was standing beside the queen.

"Presumptuous, the emperor protects you everywhere, and you don't repent, you still can't do it. Anything you've done is enough to cut off your head. The queen said sharply, although the queen is over forty years old, she still has charm, typical feudal thoughts, she has long been unaccustomed to what Ling Luo has done, and the emperor has spoken and preached without punishment many times. Is Zan the queen's dowry, how can it be like this if he has been wronged by Ling Luo.

"The queen is right, the emperor should cut off my head, so as not to make the queen unhappy." Ling Luo looked at the emperor weakly.