No one can come close to the emperor.
One of Qingfeng and Xu Xi, the strongest in martial arts, was trapped in the acupoint and the other was injured. Duan Yuhuan tried to relieve the acupoint for Qingfeng, but Mingjian Villa's acupoint-pointing technique was unique. There are several life points in Fengchi. Duan Yuhuan couldn't eat and dared not come in a wild way.
Qing Feng Qiang used luck to break through the acupuncture points, and the corners of his mouth ooze blood. Xu Xi was smashed by the sword qi, and his martial arts were temporarily unavailable.
The imperial army was surrounded by heavy guards inside and outside the emperor and his wife. Long Zijin looked at Long Feili tremblingly, with grief in his heart, thinking about the words against the sky that Qingfeng said, but secretly paying him the emperor brother is crazy.
Long Feili opened the box silently.
A tail of white pills the size of a finger, standing in the Jinrong in the box, crystal clear like snow, surrounded by curls.
As soon as the box was opened, Qi Xiang rushed to one side.
Pale, horrible lips.
She is dead, isn't he afraid
She was the one he married with the most expensive and cumbersome etiquette.
This door is not a house, but a country.
On that day, the alleys were empty, and the red makeup, the guards of honor, and the guards stopped ten miles across the entire imperial capital
If it was her who died, would he treat each other like Xuanji
She is the most luxurious woman in the world. But she is not happy.
When a woman comes to this world, from the beginning to the end, what is she actually looking for, the glory and wealth of the world? Or maybe it's just a wish to win the heart and keep the white head inseparable
Long Feili, who is in your heart? The smart woman with ice and snow in Cedar Palace or the stubborn and hateful Nian Xuanji in front of her
So, what about your wife Yu Mixiu
"Empress Empress." Lin Sizheng's voice seemed to contain a sigh.
The queen waved her hand, her eyes fixed on the front.
Pry open her teeth and put the pills in her mouth. The saliva intersected, because it was her, Long Feili couldn't feel filth. Feng Mou stared at the person in his arms, his eyes fixed, as if he was afraid of missing the slightest movement.
Long Zijin, who was standing beside him, had a sour nose and quickly turned his head away.
The woman's face was still pale and gloomy, and her eyebrows were tightly closed.
"Xiao Qi, it's cold, wake up quickly, and I'll take you back."
The hair tie in her hand suddenly fell on him.