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When I came to this world, I knew that his aunt could not live for a hundred years.

The broken soul, even if you know how to step into the reincarnation, can not withstand the pressure of catastrophe in the centuries of human life, suffer hardship, and die young.

But how can he see her being reincarnation?

He always thought, he must take care of her, teach her the rest of her life without any pain, carefully maintain, perhaps...

I can see her smile for a few more years.

In the seven years of Yong'an, the twenty-three-year-old banquet of the female emperor had just passed, and Susie was dyed with cold.

At the beginning, it was only a small illness, but somehow, the medicine was not always good, and even worse.

In a few days, I was so sick that I couldn’t get out of bed.

"Don't give you a diagnosis! If you have something wrong, don't even think about living!"

My heart is filled with endless panic and unacceptable.

He even refused to temper his temper toward the doctor. He stayed in front of the sputum bed in the night and night. In addition to the human soup, he also found countless talented treasures, and refined alchemy in the next door.

- However, there is no use.

When Susie reluctantly recovered consciousness from the drowsiness, he faintly heard the voice of the palace lady Qinghe, who was sobbing: "General, wake up, wake up!"

Yong Zheng was angered by the doctor, and he hurried in and slammed her hand in front of her couch.

The fingers didn't dare to use too much strength, but they still couldn't stop shaking.

彤素 forcefully opened his eyes, seeing him close to his lips, his eyes are dark, and even the scorpion is not clean, the look is a rare desperation.

"Don't worry," she smiled softly. "Taiwan doctors are very careful. I am probably, the fate will be exhausted, how can manpower be recovered?"

When the female emperor was 18 years old, she was married. The former town of Beibei and the great marshal of the world, the martyrdom of the world, were booked as the emperor.

Because there was no ancient person in the "Huangfu", "Book of Rites" had no etiquette in this respect. There were no precedents in all regulations, and the hair of the officials of the Ministry of Rites was almost ruined.

It’s totally unreasonable that the sorrows and the sorrows are not inconsistent. They are not so much the homes of the emperors who are in the heights of the cold, but they are more like the affair between the husband and the wife.

The palace people and the courtiers thought about going, seeing the sire called 羲 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼 昼Good wife."

They will continue to call him a general and a grandfather with vagueness.

Yan Sugang just said a few words, a painful itching in the trachea, turned his head and puffed his mouth with a puff.

Her body is getting weaker now, just coughing, almost coughing up the lungs, and even squeezing out the saline saline in the fundus. When she puts down the scorpion, she shrinks and squats and wants to hide.

- Did not hide.

The scorpion was robbed and robbed.

As soon as he unfolded, he saw a bit of blood redness in his heart, a pain in his heart, and he was silently thrown into the sputum and took the medicine.

"Get a quick drink."

He tried to keep the wind and the light, and restrained his own violent grief like destroying everything. The action was exhausted and gently, and gently supported her, and swallowed the sadness of the soul.

... she has begun to cough up blood.

"When you are cold, I have to take it to Shanglin Yuan to visit the mountain. In the south, I have a black and white, handsome, and only bamboo bear. Didn’t you see it before reading? It has a small nest, don't you want to hug?"