endured the turbulent waves in his heart, until he returned to the dormitory and sent everyone out, An Lingrong's eyes were red.

She didn't want to wait for the emperor to die at all, and be a concubine who ate and waited for death.

All his life, he went around in circles in the palm-sized harem, slept every day after eating, and ate when he slept, like a canary in captivity.

Live a life where you can see your head at a glance and be like backwater.

The silk handkerchief of the heavy lotus silk was twisted into a twist for a while, and it was broken into a straight line for a while. The delicate embroidery on it was also hooked out of the nails, and it was so wasted.

"The Legend of Zhen Huan: Everyone Can Hear My Heart" Chapter 207 I'm sorry Zhen Huan, I'm still sorry for myself I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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