Chapter 2: Either thin or dead

Pei Zhan hasn't seen such a beautiful little brother for more than 20 years in the previous life. At the same time, she has mourned for her body.
The gentle eyes of the man sink her, but ...
He was a little lost, the focus of his eyes didn't seem to be on her face, it was like ... through her, looking at something else!
"My concubine is tired, I take a step forward."
Pei Zhuang didn't dare to look at it anymore, and hurriedly ducked to avoid.
Raising his hand to touch his side face, the warmth is still there, it seems that the warmth of the palm of the man also stays on it, and burns on the apex of the heart.
But before she was obsessed with it, the soft and waxy feeling immediately gave her a loud slap and shocked her--
She is already a prehistoric fat man!
The love of a beautiful little brother is illusory!
"Am I a pet?"
The court ladies aside, kneeled together and shouted with honor: "Madam, you are the emperor's favorite concubine!"
Laner waved everyone back, then smiled and sat next to the bed. "You were injured that day, the emperor was in a bad state, and sent some of the people in the Royal Garden. These days, I will be here to guard you!
These seemed to be proof that the emperor loved her.
Think about it, logically there are loopholes!
If she was in love, why was she unconscious? He came so diligently! She woke up, but he hurried more than anyone else?
Faced with this mess, Pei Zhuang sighed helplessly.
She developed a new drug in a pharmaceutical institution, and passed out when the earthquake hit her. Why did she come here and became a favored person—
Fat! ?
In the next few days, precious tonics and medicinal materials piled up in a stream, and each precious value envied Pei Zhuang.
This quality, this quality, back to modern times, can't pick out where to go!
As a result, Pei Zhuang forgot that there was a group of concubines contemplating her esteemed princess, and also forgot that there was an emperor husband who behaved strangely and difficult to figure out.
With all her heart, she plunged into the research of medicinal materials.
In her spare time, Gu Jinghong often changed her style to make her happy, and also boasted about the smell of Chinese medicine on her body—especially good smell.
With too much honey, Pei Zhuang lost her initial excitement.
She couldn't help thinking about the emperor's prosperous beauty, in exchange for Laner: "Can someone and me ... keke ... have a similar face to this palace?"
"Of course not." Laner answered firmly.
Indeed, there is no second girl who can have such a fat girl.
Pei Zhan sighed. Could she be thinking?
But the emperor who sat in the world, why should she be wronged and face her like this, maybe she really looks like a jade ring?
After a long thought struggle, Pei Zhuang took the courage to sit in front of the bronze mirror.
"Ah-ah! Ah-ah!"
Frightened, Laner threw the tub, and rushed into the palace, seeing the nirvana of the maiden's spirit, and quickly hugged her shoulders.
"Mother-in-law, are you okay, is there any dirty thing being a demon?"
Pei Zhuang took a sigh of relief and looked at herself in the glasses again. Her cheeks were fleshy and her chin was like a football ...
But if you look closely, with these smart eyes, you will lose weight, and the facial features will be very delicate! Properly a little beauty!
The chance to escape the palace and find a beautiful man, this life is barely worth it!
So first, you have to be thin!
Either lean or die!
Lan'er became more confused. She let go and carefully swallowed. "Mother, should I go and ask the emperor to see?"
Thinking of the emperor's performance, Pei Zhuang shuddered goosebumps, and her life was important. She hurriedly cleared and ran away.
The travel expenses are not small. Even if she picks in the makeup box, she can hear a crisp "click", and a small slit pops up under the makeup box.