Chapter 822 The emperor died and became the queen mother 14

  So, follow me? "

  Duchuan lost too much blood. In fact, he can't hear what others are saying clearly.

  It is strange that the words of the woman in front of him, as well as her open red lips, are all clearly printed in his mind.

  Close your eyes, you can even draw it in detail.

   "Cough..."

  He suddenly had a violent cough, and there was a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat.

  At the same time, the tearing pain in the wound suddenly made his eyes burst into tears.

  It turns out that it’s not a dream——

  He is still alive.

  The night is deep and the palace walls are leisurely.

  There is a misty night sky above my head, without a trace of stars.

  The cold snow hit his face and eyelashes. With a slight tremor, the melted snow turned into water stains and fell into his eyes.

   My eyes blinked, something hot, running down the corner of the eye.

  He stretched out his **** hand and put it in the clean, soft, thin white hand that seemed to exude a warm fragrance.

  With the loudest voice he could make, he nodded vigorously, "Hmm!"

  Whether it is **** or the abyss, at this moment, Duchuan wants to follow her.

  Even if she wants his life later, she can.

   Just love the warmth and light of this moment.

  Thinking to Cross River.

After   , he can't remember anything.

  Su Yan asked him to send him back to Weiyang Hall, and took her sign to the imperial hospital to ask the imperial doctor to come and treat him.

  And she, sat on Feng Hu again.

  Grandma Jiang gave a light sigh, which was both gratified and sad.

   "The empress is still so kind," but in this palace, the most undesirable thing is the word kind.

  Su Yan hooked her lips, leaning on Fenghu with one hand supporting her cheeks, her figure is slim, soft as if boneless.

good? She?

  ……

When Meng Yunniang was picked up, the banquet was already full.

  She stood there for a while, not knowing where to sit.

  Even in modern times, she is just a child born in an ordinary family. She went to university with her own efforts, and finally became a doctor who rescued the wounded.

  So, no matter where she was, she had never attended such a grand banquet.

   What's more, it’s a palace banquet?

  Fortunately, Xiao Qinghe has been watching the entrance. When he saw her, he immediately smiled and said, "Ms. Yun, come to me!"

  The banquet was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at the location of Meng Yunniang.

  So many gazes, gazes, and inquiries made her at a loss. The roots of his ears were reddish, and he squeezed Ye Mingzhu in his hand, lowered his head and quickly walked towards Xiao Qinghe.

   Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, Xiao Qinghe is the only one who can give her a sense of security.

  It seems that as long as he walks to his side, he is not afraid of anything.

  Xiao Qinghe looked at her obsessively, but she didn't expect her to look so beautiful.

  He stood up, walked two steps forward, and reached out to catch her.

   pulled him back and let Meng Yunniang sit on his left side.

  No matter which palace banquet, Concubine Rong, who was not qualified to sit next to the emperor, saw this scene, her eyes were red with jealousy.

She wrinkled the kerchief under her hand, gritted her teeth and forced a smile, and said to Xiao Qing peacefully: "The emperor, next to you is the position of the noble concubine, you now let this sister sit here, it seems that it is not in compliance with the rules. Bar?"

  Her voice is not loud, but it can be guaranteed that Xiao Qinghe and Meng Yunniang can hear her.

   Xiao Qinghe's complexion changed, and he glanced at her coldly, "I do something, I need you to put my beak?!"

  The indifferent tone and tough attitude made Rong Fei's back stiff. She gritted her lower lip unwillingly, and a ruthlessness appeared in her drooping eyes.

  (End of this chapter)