Male God, a Little Su
Chapter 842: Die the emperor to be the queen mother 3
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Chapter 843: Die the emperor to be the queen mother 3
Chapter 842 The emperor died and became the queen mother 34
I just looked scary, but I was actually very healthy.
Su Yan was holding her hand in Duchuan, she found Duchuan’s pulse, and she knew that the doctor did not lie.
"My palace knows, how to file this matter after going out? I don’t need my palace to teach you, right?"
The beautiful woman, sitting in this simple room. She drooped her eyebrows, looked at the trembling doctor who was kneeling on the ground, and asked casually.
"Yes-the minister understands!"
In the harem, few eunuchs are called, but a little **** is treated.
What's more, the imperial concubine is also the lord of the harem, staring with countless pairs of eyes. And she didn't know what the relationship was with the sick little **** on the bed.
Looking at her attitude, it was obvious that she wanted to save him.
After the Physician left, Su Yan told Chunnuan and Dongnuan to go out together, and when the medicine was prescribed, they fry a pair.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her left hand being held by Tokawa, this posture remained uncomfortable for a long time.
What's more, the bed underneath is not soft, but just a cushion.
She is so spoiled and uncomfortable after sitting for a while.
moved his hands slightly, trying to tentatively pull it out.
The good smell of Luogui, sweet and greasy, has been lingering in the breath of crossing the river.
He only smelled this fragrance on one person, the one who saved him.
The lord of the harem, the imperial concubine.
"do not go--"
He didn't know what he was talking about at this time, and his body was particularly uncomfortable.
But in the past ten years, he has come here in this way. He is alone. In the dark night, he bit his tongue and stubbornly supported him.
Only this time is different.
Under the body is a comfortable and dry bed, and the air is Luo Guixiang from the other side. The hand held in his hand is very small, a little smaller than him, but Duchuan feels a bit regretful. It would be better if his hand were bigger.
This way you can hold it whole in the palm of your hand.
The idea is very strange, he has never thought of it for so many years.
Reluctant to let go, his throat was hoarse, like a small animal on the verge of death, and he called out pitifully.
Su Yan has a meal.
She raised her eyes and looked at the past. The thin young man on the bed had delicate eyebrows, jet-black radiating under her, and her face burned like a red glow in the sky. There was a hint of beautiful color for no reason, indistinguishable from male and female.
Far mountain seems to be frowning tightly, lips pressed, and his face gently moved towards him.
rubbed Su Yan's hand.
Su Yan sighed, suddenly feeling soft.
She reluctantly gave up the struggle and looked at Duchuan amusedly. The soft tail sound with a trace of lazy voice slowly sounded in the quiet room.
"Boy, you have to remember that now is the pinnacle of your life, you know?"
You can touch it, but the hand of the lord of the harem.
Duchuan's eyes trembled, he did not open his eyes, but quietly tightened.
If you look at him carefully, you can find that his condition seems to have eased a lot.
The corners of the red lips gently evoke a shallow arc.
It’s so good, he got his life back.
……
Late night.
The snow was covered with a thick layer, and when the wind blew, it fell down from the corner of the eaves.
"Meow!!"
In the night, a stern cat cry sounded suddenly, which looked very strange.
Chun Nuan was startled, rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking towards the inner hall. Softly asked Dong Nuan, who was also awakened, "I haven't come out yet?"
Dong Nuan shook his head, with his hands in his sleeves, staring blankly at Chun Nuan, taking the tongs, poking at the burning charcoal in the stove, and adding a few more pieces.
(End of this chapter)