Chapter 897: Women dressed as men: Prince Edward's light pet (29)
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Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping
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- 2021-01-29 10:28:41
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At this moment, Luo Ding only feels a glimpse of the body, and the heart is like a non-stop.
Generally speaking, there are more or less original thoughts in this area.
"What are you talking about..." She was dumb and voiced, almost unbelievably looking at Luo Jinyan’s lips: "He..."
"Yes! I like him, so I have never dared to tell you." Luo Jinyan said: "I know that I am an incompetent sister... I was present on the day of his resignation, but I actually told him. Say... you didn't mean to him..."
She cried very miserly, and when she was so miserable that she was clenching her hand, she kept shaking.
After a long time, Luo Ding gently patted her hand and said: "I did not care about him."
This is what I am describing, not the original owner.
The moonlight of the night is extremely bleak and reveals a bitter chill. Luo Dust stood outside the main hall and listened to the conversation between the doctors and Luo Shu. The closer the eyebrows were, the closer they were.
Thousands of nights slowly walked over to Luo, and she gestured to him for a ‘嘘’ gesture, and he stopped and stood beside her.
"The poison in Missy's place is not a general poison. The peppermint illusion and the mint-like orchid formed by orchids are not something that we can solve..." The doctors who have fought each other suddenly have a connection at this moment. No help.
Luo's face is very dignified. Now Luo's court is in an unstable position. Luo Jinyan is the last trump card in his hand. Now she has such a poison, what should be done in the days to come.
"You just say it, how much time!" Luo Shu closed his eyes and his eyes were dignified.
The doctors looked at each other: "If you can't get the antidote, no more than three days, Missy..."
"You mean that my daughter can only wait to die?" Luo Shuzi was cold, and the teacup on the table was heavily dropped on the ground.
Everyone was trembled and took a step back. At this time, one of the doctors stood up and said: "I heard that the anti-drug of this mint orchid is called the tears, and it was produced on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Last year, a total of three bottles were tribute to Kyoto. There is a miraculous effect of solving the poison..."
"Three bottles..." Luo Shu seems to think of something like: "Isn't it a bottle of lotus root, a bottle of eight kings, and a bottle in the East Palace of Prince Edward?"
"Yes!" the doctor answered.
The reason why Luoshu can remember this thing so clearly is because this so-called tears have caused a murder in the palace.
One of the original tearful emperors of the year was given to the beloved month.
I don’t know if the harem is dangerous. It is rumored that this month the little master showed off in front of the lotus, and the next day he lost his life.
Therefore, one of these bottles of tears eventually fell into the hands of lotus roots.
The sound fell, and Luo Dian thought that he did not want to run directly toward the door. Qian Yean said with anxiousness behind her: "You are going to find lotus roots? She is not good."
Thousands of nights are the front guards of the royal family. They also have a certain understanding of this front court. Lotus root is the most powerful woman in the harem. Without a child, the mother of the Eight Kings died early, and the emperor passed her to the lotus.
The two people are guilty of speculation, this big former dynasty and the harem, they do not do less to harm others.
And their common enemy is the Prince.
"Who said that I am going to the lotus root." Luo slammed the dust and said: "I can't get into this palace!"
"Then, who are you going to find?" Qianyue An followed her, and her eyes were in a hurry, for fear that the little girl in front of her eyes would go back to do stupid things.
"I am going to the East Palace!" She took a deep breath, and there was a touch of gentleness in her throat.