Chapter 924: And pro-proton, don't black 14

She did not say anything about it directly to her own fault, and did not give Hua Wei a chance to back the pot.
Do you care less about your reputation?
Since the female emperor is like this, what can the royal history say?
The emperor personally admitted that he was wrong. What do you want?
I really want to let the female emperor write a sin.
To put it bluntly, that is, the female emperor slept asleep and mistaken one morning.
In addition, Bi Huanhua has been enthroned for so many years, and it has always been known as Ming Jun.
The censor carefully thought about it, and felt that the female emperor had admitted that he was wrong. There is really nothing black, forget it.
This is the case.
When the news was passed into the palace, Hua Tu could not help but laugh.
After laughing, he shook his head again: "It is her wayward."
But what he said is that the smile on the face can't help it.
The ears on the side couldn't help but tease: "How many years have the slaves been serving in the palace, the story has been heard too much, and the emperor has never seen such a look."
Hua Wei said with a smile on his face, "I am a little sleepy. You are guarding the outside of the ear. I am taking a nap."
When the waiter was resting, he did not always love someone to guard, and she quickly retired.
When the ear went out, Hua Wei only put a smile on his face.
He stood up and looked at the bellflower outside the window, where he could see half of love and tenderness.
This year's affection, at the beginning, is nothing but a virtual and a snake.
But he reached out and held his heart, where it was beating.
The next moment, a breeze flashed.
An inconspicuous little paper group did not know which direction was thrown into the house.
Hua Tuo looked a glimpse, bent over and picked it up.
There is only one short line in the above: The Emperor is seriously ill, and the kings are inseparable.
Hua Wei noodles the paper and shred it into the teapot.
The man is seriously ill.
Nowadays, in the summer, a jar of water has been stirred up?
Who can think of Lin’an, who was exiled to Suzaku more than a year ago?
He has been working step by step this year, and the few nails that have been placed should also be moved.
It is another winter day.
Bilan Ting entered the palace to see Azhao, remembering that it was the time when Meiyuan blossomed.
I remembered the few red plums, just in line with my own Fufengtai. She brought two palace people and went to Meiyuan to give herself a plum.
The entire Suzaku dynasty, Bi Lanting dared to do so.
Who doesn't know that the few red plums are the favorite of the female emperor's heart, and it is difficult for ordinary people to look at it, let alone pick it.
Also this petted king, dare to say this, fold a few plums back to raise the words.
Bi Lanting walked into Meiyuan.
It was just snowing in the morning, and half of the boots were covered with snow and stepped on.
Among the ice and snow, countless flamboyant flowering branches bloom in the snow, and the cold fragrance comes from the nose.
Bilan Ting is not a very elegant person, she is rushing to go directly to Hongmei.
Just just going to the front, I found that someone had a good start.
"Who?" A clear voice sounded.
Bilanting looked up subconsciously.
It happened that the man was looking back over here.
Bi Lanting was crazy at once.
In the snow and ice of the four seas, a few red plums were born in an instant, and the red eyes were dazzling and burning, and the world was alive in a flash.
But the red plum is dazzling, and it is better than the man who stands in the prime of the plum.
The snow is white, the big cockroach is white, and the white fox skin that is cold-proof at the neck is also white.
Then the blackness and exquisiteness of the eyebrows became more and more prominent.