Chapter 1495: Except Wushan is not a cloud 46

Chapter 1495, except that Wushan is not a cloud 46
Just as she moved into the East Palace, she was guilty of speculation...
Why did His Royal Highness believe that he is not guilty...
Qiao Wei cried for a long time, remembering that His Royal Highness Prince always left the teahouse, she could not stay nearby, lest... let him see himself again...
Therefore, she can only wipe her tears and walk away.
Her mind was groggy, and she always felt that she was going to faint at any time, but she still tried to support it, thinking that she would at least stay at her place of residence.
Qiao Wei felt that she was really sorry for Xu Wei. Xu Wei was so good to her. She originally thought that Xu Wei would wait for her birth. She could be with her, but now... she had to leave Syracuse...
Even though she even has her own place... where can I go... I don’t know...
But this is the order of His Royal Highness, she has to.
Chaucer’s, I just felt that my eyes were getting more and more blurred. She had tried very hard to open her eyes, but in the end she couldn’t help but fall down...
Someone is going up.
"Girl, girl, what's wrong with you?"
"Give way."
A carriage passed by, and the people who went around quickly walked away.
The carriage stopped.
"Brother...is she...he fainted in the street."
I looked at the people who fell to the ground outside the window, and suddenly I was overwhelmed.
She saw her attitude and didn't know if she was doing something wrong...
While he was sitting in the carriage and silent for a long time, he calmly ordered the person outside the car to "take her over."
......
When Chaucer woke up again, the person seemed to be in the medical hall, and his eyes were stunned, as if he felt a line of sight staring at himself.
Chaucer slowly opened his throat, his eyes slowly and slowly turned, and when he saw it, he sat down at the bed and stared at the Prince Edward.
Chaucer only felt that his back was cold.
She has never seen the gaze of His Royal Highness, but it is not abhorrent, but it is cold and cold, as if on the edge of bloodthirsty, people feel fearful and uneasy.
Chaucer subconsciously rubbed his fingers and breathed a little.
At this time, I heard the top of the head uploading, and Mo Ping calmly asked: "Who is the child?"
At that moment, Chaucer only felt that the heart was shrinking, and it hurt so much that it hurts.
She is afraid and dare not say.
His Royal Highness is so disgusting with her...
If he knew that he had secretly left his kind and was still preparing to give birth to their children, what would he think of her...
He will think that he is ill-conceived...
Even, maybe even the children can't stay...
The more she wanted to be more and more afraid, she wanted to bow her head, but she slammed her chin hard, staring at her indifferently, repeating his problems.
Chaucer was forced to look at him, trying to squeeze out a word: "Not your Highness."
She was staring at her, and she did not stare at her with a little expression change.
After a long time, he slowly and slowly opened his lips: "What about that person?"
Chaucer knew that the side was not "clear night", her lips shook and nodded.
And while he looked at her for a moment, he chuckled and loosed his hand. In a careless tone, he seemed to have no emotions. "Joe, you really don't take this king seriously, you are separated from the king. I can't wait to stay with him."
(End of this chapter)