Xuanyuan Yao walked and gave orders. Someone kept approaching, and he continued to lead the will to leave. Overnight, it seemed that everyone was moving.

In the auspicious ears, only his steady heartbeat sounded, a moment, strong and powerful, Xuan Yuanyao's chest was hot and his face was stuck on it, which was uncomfortable.

She yawned a little, arched again in her arms, found the most appropriate posture, and quickly fell asleep.

Anyway, as long as he is there, you don’t have to worry about it and let Xuanyuan hold it, which is more comfortable than sleeping in bed.

He Lianchuan arranged the follow-up matters, followed the empress, and returned to the palace together. [

His face was cloudy and erratic, especially when he learned that the queen was suffering from wind and cold, and was always awake when she was always asleep.

They all blamed him, and surprised the hostess, blaming him.

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People with very good health occasionally get sick once, and they usually come in a violent and heavy state.

When Jixiang was held in the palace by Xuanyuan Yao, he was already unconscious, and the medical doctor came and left, saying that it was an emergency, which seemed vicious. In fact, as long as he died down, he would be fine.

Her body was cold and hot, but she always had a faint smile on her face, and she didn't know what good things she had dreamed of, and she couldn't even hide her joy from her sickness.

Two small hands hugged Xuanyuanyao, even if they lay on the bed, they would not let go.

She was born with strange powers. When she lost consciousness, her strength was even greater. Xuanyuan could not break away. Finally, she simply lay down with her clothes, making her lean more comfortably.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows stretched out instantly. She smiled bigger. Her small hand found a gap and quietly drilled into his arms. Until the skin touched, she rested comfortably on his waist.

The scorching heat was particularly disturbing.