Chapter 59: Tyrant's blackening crisis eight

‘Gay, let’s have two of us in the future. Don’t you take it anymore, okay? The sound of softness and softness is as if it is still echoing in the ear.
The palace of Zhu Hong, the black curtain is drooping, the sandal wood relief reflects the dark light, the golden tassel pendant, the dark brown large carpet, the dark red book case, sitting in a plain white brocade .
He held a few of the memorials placed on the case, one after another, all of which were rumors of the book pleading for the new emperor's election to enrich the harem.
good or not? When he expected that there was only one another between them, she abandoned it, but now she is asking him whether he is good or not. Lou Jiaru’s lips are taunting, slowly mentioning the pen, at the end of the book, two Zhu Hong’s word,
consistence
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Labuan is not only for the sake of prolonging the shackles, but also a political tactic that must be used as a prince of a country.
When the first temperature was chosen to be put into the arms of the Prince, would you not think of this beforehand? Lou Jiaruo's face was not clearly placed on the side. Why does she think that she will make an exception for a woman who does not follow the woman?
Just because of his ten years of tolerance? - This request is ridiculous, especially after her betrayal of the wounded.
He can't do it. This royal position is the result of the use of force. It doesn't matter if he adds more to his tyranny, but he does not want to.
Lou Jiaru does not want to.
Her suppleness and warmth at the moment, the dependence and accommodation at the moment, one day sooner or later, will fade away because of nothing. When Lou Jiaru did not want to arrive at that time, she once again became her sad abandonment.
Just watching her acting like this, there is no need to make any promises, Lou Jiaruo lowered his eyes and silently put on a new memorial.
After the afternoon of the toss, Wen Ru is still unfortunately suffering from heat stroke.
When Lou Jiaru received the news, it was late, and Li Gonggong stood down in the hall waiting for the emperor's gesture. Lou Jiaruo just nodded slightly and said that he knew it, and then there was no more.
When it was time to deal with the government affairs in hand, Lou Jiaru got up and licked his wrist: "What time is it now?"
The who was on the side of the waiter replied: "Return to the emperor, it is already at the time of the sea."
At the time of the sea... Wen Ruo should have fallen asleep at this time, and went to the door of the building, Jia Ruo took a few steps in the direction of the palace, and suddenly changed his mind: "Set the cold palace."
The scenery inside the high wall was covered under the moonlight, and it was stained with a faint yellow light. Lou Jia slowly walked through the front yard of the flowery branches and pushed the door of her bedroom. The two palace ladies saw it. When he arrived, he was very beautiful and retreated to the door.
Wen Ruo took the medicine and slept for another afternoon. It was not as uncomfortable as it was earlier. At this time, he was lying on the couch in a sleepy manner.
"Is it better?" Lou Jiaruo sat down on her couch and raised her hand to explore the temperature on her forehead.
Wen was uncomfortable, and the tears in his eyes were full of sorrow. He looked at his dawn with a trace of fragility: "Not good... The whole body is weak, dizzy and painful, and disgusting... Jiaruo, I am thirsty."
The bottom of the hand is really hot. When Lou Jia sees her face flushing, she will also sing with the color of Yan Yue: "Hey, I will pour a glass of water, drink a good sleep, and get up tomorrow morning is not so uncomfortable."
Wen Ruo looked at him with tears, and nodded.
Lou Jiaru got up and went outside to adjust a cup of light salt water, and then came back in a moment, slowly holding her up half on her chest and handing water to her lips.
Wen Ruo was drinking his face and looking down at him. He could only see his smooth chin from that angle. She gently pulled his clothes: "Gail, I can't sleep, my heart is very powerful."
Seeing that she is not like the spirit of the past, Lou Jia can’t help but feel a little softer. He changed his position, leaning against the carved partition on the couch, and pulling up the warm quilt to cover her shoulder: "Sleep, wait for you to fall asleep, then go."
Rarely, when Lou Jia was waiting for her to be so gentle, Wen Ruyi was kneeling on his chest, but he was reluctant to sleep, but he did not know how to open him to say a few more words.
The mood of holding the building of her is also very complicated. He didn't plan to come to see her. Heatstroke was not a big deal. The doctor said it was not serious. As long as he took the medicine, it wouldn't be a problem for too many nights, but he couldn't help but want to take a look. Got it.
These days, Wen’s efforts are not completely useless, at least when he wants to leave her behind, the gentle and soft look of the smile will always appear in front of his eyes, as if it were Silently involved his heart.
Seeing her pitiful nest on the couch, the star looked at herself with a layer of misty water, even if it was mostly pretending, Lou Jiaruo suddenly couldn't keep her heart and just left her and left.
He raised his hand and hesitantly rubbed her black hair. The black hair that grew to the waist was black and smooth, and the lubricated silky texture stayed on the fingertips for a long time. The low tone of Loujiaru was like a mosquito. "Sleep."
Wen Ru is slowly eye-catching, there is a faint amber scent between the breath, his chest slightly vibrates with the tone, she slightly shrinks into his arms, the lips have a shallow smile: "Gailuo, It’s so nice to you.

Lou Jiaruo said nothing, just patted her head with the gesture of stroking the puppy.
They have never been as close as they are today.
Lou Jiarusu's white clothes were scattered on the couch. The warmth of the shirt was light and thin, and quietly nestled in his arms. Her brocade was not only covering her shoulders, but also covering the half-length of the building.
In the atmosphere of silence, there seems to be a lingering warmth.
The night was getting darker, and the waiter outside the door didn't bother to disturb. He could only stand upright and lean against the door, blinking his head and snoring.
When Lou Jiaru moved, she gently put her side down in the bed. Her thick eyelashes shook a little, and it seemed to feel a little cold, and she came in his direction.
When Lou Jiaru had not had time to stay, she was picked up on her lap, and Wen was resting on his thigh. The rosy lips whispered and calmed down.
Lou Jiaruo coveted, looking at her Enron's sleeping face and started to stay.
If they are all fake, she will not be so realistic in her dreams with her delicate character, but she must say that she is truly repentant. This thought will not even be believed by the building.
Her long hair curled up between his legs, like a good brocade, with a soft luster under the light of the candle. Lou Jiaruo sighed slightly and leaned over to remove the soap boots that were leaning on the feet outside the couch, and turned back and lay down.
He had just lie down, and as if he was warm, he squatted up and looked up like a kitten and reached his neck. The scalloped fiber touched his chest, and the soft cheeks were in his neck. Hey, then calm down with satisfaction.
Lou Jiaru did not move, half awkward, and finally raised her hand and held her.
Wen Ruo had already slept in darkness at this time. He did not know how complicated and difficult the man’s mood was. When he woke up the next morning, Lou Jiaruo had already left, but he did not know how long it was.
She rolled her quilt around the couch, and seemed to still have the lingering fragrance on his pillow. The warm eyes were bent and the screaming of the forsythia was inside: "When did the emperor go?"
The forsythia is holding the clean water and squeezing the squid: "When you go out, the sleeps too well, you won't wake you up." For a glance at her, she never saw such a cockroach. I don’t want to help the emperor to change clothes. I don’t even have to send it up. I don’t know when it will take time to move out of the cold palace.
How did she follow such a master who was not motivated...
If Wen is not aware that she is licking herself in her heart, it is only a few points when she is squatting on the index. Then she screams sadly: "It will rise at five o'clock, when the emperor is really pitiful."
The angle of the forsythia's mouth was pumping. What was five points was that she was not clear, but the empress said that the emperor had poor words, but she could understand it clearly.
Wen Ruo, who woke up, was in a very good mood. He even drank three bowls of millet porridge under the glare of Forsythia, and then he screamed: "I am still hungry, let's order some side dishes."
Forsythia: "..."
The warmth of using the early breakfast was slowly circling in the yard, preparing for a cup of tea and then taking medicine. On the other side, the building was not so leisurely.
The eldest birthday of Taishanghuang is coming soon. In the past years, the world was congratulated. Now, this throne is taken by Lou Jiaruo. If you want to do it, what should I do? The people below don't have a charter. Zong Zhengyi sat on the carpet on the first, and did not dare to raise his head to see the emperor. He did not want to come to suspicion, but the royal family affairs were within his powers. He did not ask.
The slender fingertips tapped on the case in front of him, and the hand was the memorial that was taken back after last night's approval. Lou Jiaruo’s gaze passed through the three non-issued memorials, and he sank for a long while, although he did not I plan to help the Taishang Emperor to work hard, but it is inevitable to have a feast in the temple.
Since it is necessary to set up a family feast, it is too much time for the emperor to make a fuss for him to let the couple come out. When he thinks about this, Lou Jiaruo is faintly annoyed: "It’s in the temple, and the rest of the details are arranged by the Queen Mother. "Zong Zhengying promised to retreat."
When it was noon, the Queen Mother sent people to invite the emperor to go to the palace for lunch. The Lou Jiaruo knew about the birthday banquet, but it was not good to quit, but had to go to the Ci'an Temple.
Sitting down and chatting a few words, the Queen Mother opened her mouth in a dilemma: "Tai Shang Huang means that if the family is not uniform, this banquet will not be worth mentioning."
Lou Jiaruo looked down at his robe and put on the gold thread embroidered to make the lifelike Yunjin Jinlong, without a word, the look sinking like water.
For the empire, this temperamental emperor, the Queen Mother is somewhat unpredictable. He does not speak, she does not dare to insist on his position, but has to swear by persuasion: "As decided today, the family and peace. I ate a meal and said that I would like to go out with a good reputation, but it is a day, if the emperor does not like it, then sit and walk."
Lou Jiaru took the corner of his lips and got up: "But with the mother and the master, there are no need to ask any little things."
The Queen Mother looked at his back and strode out. For a long time, he took a deep sigh.
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