Chapter 1315: Can't wait

They couldn’t wait, and they were poisoned in the first bowl of tea on the first day.
If it wasn't for the unique scent of Meng Changling, who was accidentally seen by this bureau, was he already a dead emperor?
Why did Meng Changling and Meng Changde do this? For the throne? But that’s only two years old!
How can such a young child be an emperor?
So will you need a regent?
Who is this regent king? Meng Changde? Meng Nan?
In front of him, Meng Nan’s bright smile in the sunshine will appear. Will it be him?
Meng Nan, who is in his memory, is not a person who is happy and happy. It is impossible to associate him with the bureau in front of him.
Why is Meng Changling again? Didn't the Zen book's script be given to the father? The father is with her every day, she can't do it without knowing this book. If so, why not wait? Why do you want to do this?
Meng Changling was in a daze in the courtyard, watching the child playing with the nursing mother, the face that should have been smiling, but could not laugh.
Zhang Quaner was taken away, it seems that the incident was made.
It won't take long for Yu Linwei and Long Wei to come. Is she and her nephew separated? Will you see you again?
She suddenly regretted, why do this? Just like this with my son, it’s not good to watch him grow up safely.
Why are you vying for something vain?
When Fu Zheng came to the Baiyuan Palace, Meng Changling sat in the garden reading as usual, but she did not find it herself. The book in her hand was inverted.
"Meng Taihao, the emperor has a request."
After all, it is the scorpion of the emperor. Even if it is a crime, it should be given a decent amount of deeds.
Meng Changling knew that he couldn’t hide, didn’t say anything, put down the book, and got up and nodded to the nurse holding the child.
The woman’s eyes were filled with tears, and she resisted not letting herself cry, but the more it was, the more people looked sad.
"Please!" Fu Zhengdao.
Meng Changling's manual movement, want to hug her child, just lifted up, and then put down, still not hugged, the more unwilling.
She also didn't want her children to see her tears. I hope that in the memory of my nephew, only the mother's beautiful and elegant memories, there is nothing else.
Meng Changling came to the royal study room with Fu Zheng, and Chu Yu did not let her go. She stood very straight and even more straight than usual.
"Why do you do this?" Chu asked.
Meng Changling faint smile, beautiful cheeks, as if blooming a pear flower, not brilliant, but very elegant.
The father is like her smile, like her cool temper, like her simple and uncontested.
The father is ultimately wrong.
I am afraid that he did not know when he left. He was killed in the hands of a woman he believed most.
"No one can protect my nephew. In such a world, if he does not have power, how can he grow up peacefully?"
"You don't believe you?" asked Chu.
Meng Changling shook his head: "I don't believe you, I don't believe in your father. You must not know what your father is doing?"
Chu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Talk about it!"
Meng Changling went two steps forward, and the smile on the face gradually became bitter: "I know that you are interested in meditation to your nephew. You want to return to your father and let him continue to be in politics. When he grows up, he will grow up. Then return the imperial power. But the emperor, your father is not thinking so."