Chapter 1174

   "Shu'er, will you and the prince brother spit on your mother?"

   "My mother eventually became a selfish mother."

   "In order to save his life, hundreds of people died." Lulu's heart was heavy.

  Even after she is a saint, even if she is on a mission to save the world. Let her bet that Shu'er I was displaced and became the object of the battle between the gods and demons.

  She couldn't do it.

  She is a god, and she understands the fatal attraction of this body of blood and bones to the devil world.

  They were born as demons and act wantonly and brutal.

   But if there is an opportunity to change the blood of this body, the power of practice can even be refined into the power of the gods. They are just afraid that they will go crazy and rush towards Shu'er.

   "If the godmother is by your side, maybe you can save your life." Lulu smiled bitterly.

  But she turned her back on the God Realm, shamed the godmother who raised her, and even married the Cthulhu in private.

  She is already a fallen god.

  How could she dare to disturb the godmother, she didn't even dare to see the disappointed eyes of the godmother.

   Ganniang is the **** of creation, and she doesn't care about things most of the time.

   Once in charge, he must be fair and unselfish.

  She has made countless exceptions for herself in her life.

   "Shu'er, mother can't help you." Lulu looked at the two children, who slept less after they were out of confinement. Especially Shuer, there are a lot of waking hours every day. "

  On this day, Lulu is resting in the pavilion.

  Suddenly saw a burst of smoke appear at the foot of the palace wall.

  Lulu frowned: "Vermilion, go and see what's going on over there."

  Taozhi is not around, Lulu is quite unaccustomed.

  But Jiang Jiang sent Tao Zhi to the queen dowager’s palace, so she could barely use other maids.

  Vermilion is another great palace lady in front of her.

  Not long after, Zhu Se brought a palace man with a face full of tears and a look of panic.

   "Please forgive me, it is the slave and maidservant who paid homage to the family under the palace wall. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

  The palace man shivered in horror, still carrying a stack of yellow paper in his hand.

   His head banged on the stone steps.

  "Do you still know the rules? The palace is your majesty's palace. If the palace people pay a memorial service in the palace, it would be a capital crime!" Zhu Se could not help frowning when she heard the memorial service.

  His Majesty issued an order from behind to not allow anyone to disclose the situation outside the palace to the empress.

   "Come here, drag this maid down quickly." As soon as Zhu Se raised her hand, someone from the palace was required to drag it down.

  Lulu sighed slightly: "Vermilion, step back."

  At that moment, the little prince was wet, and Lulu said: "Vermilion, you take the prince down for a change."

  The vermilion brow furrowed slightly, but he could see the rare majesty of the empress, and the prince was crying at the right time.

   then had to give up.

  'S eyes stared fiercely at the palace man, and the palace man was not allowed to talk nonsense.

  When the vermilion faded, Lulu said: "Your family outside the palace, but... infected with the plague?" Lulu looked at the palace man and pressed his lips lightly.

  The palace man knelt on the ground with a snap.

   "The maid, the slave and maid in a poor family, entered the palace to serve the noble at the age of five. But the parents did not give up their daughters like outsiders, but from time to time they brought in money in, and even wanted to wait for the slaves to leave the palace to provide for their daughters."

   "Slaves, father and brother are good people. But how did you end up like this?"

   "The servant's father is dead, and my mother is infected with the plague and is waiting to die. My brother is also dead, and there is only a ten-year-old nephew left in the mansion." The palace man cried loudly.

   "Niang, the capital is in chaos."

   "There are countless people who have died in the capital today, and you can't even buy yellow paper for memorials."

  (End of this chapter)