In today's world, if Zhao Jing's Yuan Jingdi can make people talk, then Zhao Guo's Huwei General Chuge can make people fall apart.

Because of this, General Zhao Wei is the first favorite of Zhao Guo.

There is no need to ask for help, as soon as she returned to Beijing, the Royal Doctor was already on standby at her general's office.

However, it is a folk theologian brought by Zhao Zimo, the wise king, to examine the body of Yange.

She left Beijing for five years.

It's been five years, and it's also the first time that Zhao Zimo saw her again after leaving that day.

In the bamboo curtain of the octagonal pavilion, she lay on the couch and nodded at him with a smile: "Xian Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, is it okay?"

The corners of her lips sneered, her eyes bright, and she was handsome.

He walked up the steps step by step, only to realize that she had a needle on her back and was not covered with a blanket.

At a glance, you can see the white skin on her back and the crisscross scars.

Her face was tanned with wheat, and there was an inch-long scar on her cheek.

The scar added a little to her good looks.

The sun pierced through the gap in the bamboo curtain, and fell on her face in bundles

Her smiley face was hidden in half-dark and half-dark light, and she gradually got closer, only to find that her features seemed more brave than before.

Wheat-colored skin looked more delicate and sharper in her delicate features.

She and Jingzhong's white powder on their faces are full of beautiful ladies, which are two extremes in the sky.

Even so, where she lay lazily, from far to near, it looked like a painting.

A picture of beauty that was so perfect that he even wanted to be fascinated by it.

"It's fine." His mind was surging, but he didn't show his face. He just sat on the central floor. He didn't squint, and had a gentleman's grace: "But I heard that you're not good."

Yes, she is not good. In the past five years, she has been clear in every battle, every injury, every ambush and every time she broke out.

He followed her every move, even when she came to the moon, it was very clear.

Naturally, I knew what happened to her old injury now.

"Thanks to the fact that King Yin sent the doctor in time, I wouldn't be hurt if this hurt." Yan Ge was bored, stretched out his hand and dragged a strand of hair in his hands, looked at Zhao Zimo with a tilted head, and said: Wang Rili has everything to do, and he will not go to the Three Treasures Hall. No matter what?

She looked so frankly, without any fear, to the guilty conscience that made him feel a little bit shameless.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on her hair floating in the air, and said softly, "It's time for you to return to your house."

After this remark, there was no sound in the Octagonal Pavilion for a long time.

"Yeah." Yan Ge sighed, his voice suddenly frustrated: "If you don't say it, I will forget it."

Emperor Yuan Jing was in the world, his queen lay down for two years due to illness, and later thought that the guise of praying for blessings of the world moved to the temple to eat Buddhist prayers, and he did not pay any attention to his queen.

There are countless beauties in the harem. For Emperor Yuan Jing, the queen is no different from those beauties. The only difference is that the queen has more chips.

He has no desire for femininity, no need for physical needs, and no matter how the beauty sleeping next to him looks at night, he will not pay too much attention.

Naturally, I would not even be curious about what my queen looks like, and what my heart is about.