Xue Qing didn't pick up the tea, and Yange couldn't help it.

Dry the tea yourself and walk quickly towards the dresser.

Fortunately.

She in the mirror is still her.

It should be said that she is still the empress in the mirror.

It looks like Feng Yang.

Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Xue Qing: "There is still a queen queen in the palace?"

She had a sore throat, and her voice was very dumb. Every time she spoke, she felt like a knife was slowly cutting her throat, but at this time, she had to speak.

Xue Qing stepped in front of Yange and touched her neck with her hands.

Yan Ge thought that Xuan Wudi's neck that could not be pinched was accounted to Xue Qing's hand.

After he was busy, he looked up and said, "A Qing, I'm Yang Yang, don't say you can't recognize me ..."

She hasn't finished talking yet.

Xue Qing leaned over, not only pinching her neck, but also biting her lip.

A kiss wrapped her around.

The next moment, her entire body was hugged by him horizontally, and she strode out.

When the bauhinia tree was in full bloom, the rich and rich flowers looked really bright.

In eight years, the bauhinia tree has grown even more lush.

However, the couch under the bauhinia tree is still there.

Xue Qing put Yange on the couch, raised her hand and went to interpret the song's robe.

The car came too fast.

Haven't bought a ticket yet ...

However, it's been too empty for about eight years.

It was probably Mrs. Xue Qing who was too warm and capable.

Yange Xianghan was drunk in the joy of the two.

Xue Qing, very able to toss.

Yan Song was so tired of his toss, and the two later tossed in the bath again.

She had a pain in her neck, and then shouted completely dumb.

Fortunately, after washing it, Xue Qing did not know where to get the medicine, put an ointment on her neck, and fed her with honey water.

The words are completely speechless.

Naturally, it is impossible to ask Xue Qing's current situation in the palace.

Fortunately, Xue Qing was very conscious.

Probably, he also found out that the man in his arms was the woman he was after.

The two put on a robe, and Yan Ge was hugged by Xue Qing and nestled on the couch under the bauhinia tree. The moist voice whispered in Yan Ge's ears, and said these eight years of things.

"You left me that day and you disappeared."

"The guy and I went through the capital and didn't find you."

"However, within a few days, that woman brought back a woman from the outside, looks like you, and claims to be you."

"The one who treated her as you and made the woman a queen. In the harem, there is no other concubine except the woman. Now the woman is pregnant and he is regarded as a treasure."

To the surprise words of Yan Ge, Xue Qing reached out and poked the corner of her eye, then reached out, covering Yan Ge's misty eyes: "Yang Yang."

He said in a low voice, "He already has another you. Don't forget about him, OK, you will be my wife in the future."

Words of Song: ...

Her mission this time was to become Emperor Xuanwu's Bai Yueguang.

Now, Emperor Xuanwu and other women are in harmony and contentment, and they are also biological children.

If she gets up again, this will be a junior.

It seems the task this time.

It will eventually fail.

Yan Ge sighed.

But he didn't feel sad.

Probably because in the memory she received, Xuanwu Emperor was lonely for life. Now even if she sleeps for eight years, the fate of Xuanwu Emperor has changed.

This is also a good ending.

Without words, Xue Qing embraced people tightly.