In the Qiongzhi Palace, the sound of porcelain breaking and the woman's crying were intertwined, faintly heard.

Ahya didn't raise her eyes, twisted a sunspot with her fingertips, pondered for a moment, and put it down in the corner of the chessboard.

Click.

Zhao Ning puffed out his face, looked at the direction of the sound outside the window, and his eyebrows drooped a little: "How long will she scream." ”

She angrily pinched a white child and pressed it down, as if pressing it heavily on Wang Tang'er's face: "The imperial doctor said that it was okay, that Wang Xiunu was obviously pretending to be sick and making trouble!" Why didn't Sister Ahya shut her up? ”

Ahya looked at the chess game in front of her, sighed faintly, fell slowly, and said with a smile: "Five sons in a row,

Chapter 272 of "Luring the King's Spring Night Tent" The fish is hooked, and the fetal father is hitting it with his hand, please wait a while,

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