"It seems that during this period of time, your yin qi has been picked up well." Zhang Guifei looked at the red sandalwood carved makeup mirror, and smiled more and more beautifully.

Since then, every full moon night, we have met on the broken wall, I hate my hoarse voice, I don't like to talk, he also sat quietly on the side, as if this silent side by side, has been comfortable and comfortable painting.

Because, there is nothing to check, the palace attendants in the inner hall are all carefully selected by the prime minister and the general of Zhenguo, and even checked one by one, the only one who cannot be checked is Chu Yue.

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"Yes." Everyone in the temple was covered with gloom, even me.

"Mother, it's time to drink the medicine." The henchwoman held a silver plate with lotus petals, and the brown medicinal juice in the jade bowl was steaming bitterly.

"It's rare to enjoy a night of silence, thinking about what to do with these complicated things." I don't know if Chu Yue is talking to me, or talking to himself, with his temperament, will he talk to a mediocre-looking little palace maid?

Fortunately, a few days later is the day of the full moon, Zhang Guifei saw that I obediently returned to the cage every early morning, and gradually let down her guard, but the demon bell still did not fall once, although I didn't know what it did, and there was no discomfort when wearing it, just the sound of dingding, reminding me that I was a imprisoned demon.

23.224.4.100,23.224.4.100; 0; pc; 2; In the past six months, Chu Yue has still treated me in the cage in a mocking and mocking style, and under Zhang Guifei's more and more glamorous (beautiful) face, his eyes are even more intoxicated, and when the two talk sweetly, I close my eyes and recuperate, but it is difficult to fall asleep.

Under the blue night, his clear and warm appearance, the eyes of the lake, always linger in his mind, doesn't he like beautiful women, why would he give warmth to an ordinary-looking little palace maid?

This tone was like asking an old acquaintance, which made me have a momentary illusion, and I raised my hand and touched my face, and the inconspicuous little palace maid was correct.

"Xuanji." I muttered, his hoarse voice harsh to himself, but he reached out to protect my throat.

"What is your will?" I pursed my lips softly and asked silently.

"This decoction has been changed several times, and each time it is more bitter than the other, why doesn't it work at all, and I dare to say what kind of miracle cure." Zhang Guifei's willow eyebrows were furrowed, and she just wanted to smash the medicine bowl to relieve her anger.

My heart seemed to be rubbed, and I didn't know if he was talking about this gloomy bamboo forest, or my hazy and confused eyes—

"It's rare to enjoy a night of silence, thinking about what to do with these complicated things." I don't know if Chu Yue is talking to me, or talking to himself, with his temperament, will he talk to a mediocre-looking little palace maid?