The silence of the crows is probably a portrayal of this moment, except for the cold winter wind that pours in from time to time, violently and mercilessly blowing away the unpleasant smell of wormwood, and there is no movement at all. At the same time, the greedy and arrogant cold attacked the cold and panicked hearts like raging, and then drilled into the cracks of the bones, cooling the already cold body. It seems that these gold branches carved and carved are crushed and blown to pieces, so as not to condone the deep evil and evil intentions that are hidden.

Huang Rui'e trembled in shock, only caring about fear and hatred, and even forgot to shed tears. She never dreamed that this night would change not only her life, but also her own. Frustration is inevitable, if she knew this, she would rather show the emperor last night, and if the invitation fails, she will never get into trouble.

Hongli looked at the non-human-shaped character on the bed, gently, and breathlessly. Or maybe this is the real Son of Heaven! It's just that she's thinking too simply.

Except for Huang Rui'e's slight sobbing, Jin Peizi could only hear her own violent heartbeat. I don't know how long this scene will be deadlocked, what should I do?

\ This thought, even Lan Xin himself was shocked. She thought that if she stared at the harem conscientiously, nothing too bad would happen. But it's only been a few days, and some people can't bear it.

Hongli didn't speak, and the hand holding Lan Xin also let go. Whether it is helplessness or blame, Lan Xin will not be able to come out for a while. A heart almost jumped out of his chest. But I can't wait to get into Hongli's chest to see how true his heart is.

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Chapter 67 of "The Legend of the Imperial Concubine: Empress Xiaoxian": People are quiet and noisy and want frost is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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