Queen she wants to usurp the throne every day

Chapter 679 There are only one year and three months left before the death of the tyrant
Ba Ye poked her chin with a chicken leg bone and said, "Stupid woman, do you have amnesia?"

With a serious face, Rong Yan reached out to pull the hair on his butt: "Say it again."

"I mean you forgot that we read the novel several times before, and checked it several times, but we didn't find the intersection of the tyrant and Bai Yueguang." Eighth Master said flatteringly, and handed her the chicken leg bone to eat.

Look how good I am to you!

Rong Yan didn't bother to care about this stupid cat.

Forget it!Grandpa eats by himself!Ba Ye sucked on the bone of the chicken leg and said, "I think the tyrant is talking to Bai Yueguang..."

Ba Ye paused and said: "If the tyrant likes Bai Yueguang and you, isn't that just two boats?!"

Although it was not in the Hall of Mental Cultivation just now, it was able to spy into Rong Yan's consciousness and knew how Rong Yan was getting along with the tyrant.

Ba Ye's words made Rong Yan's peach blossom eyes flash.

A quarter of an hour later, Rong Yan returned to Weiyang Palace.

Xiao Pang was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, when he saw Rong Yan come back, he was startled: "Miss, aren't you going to sleep in the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight? Why are you back?"

"Miss, my servant thought you were going to rest in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so I came back first, thinking that I would go there tomorrow morning."

Xiaopang hurriedly made the bed and prepared hot water for Rong Yan to wash.

After finishing grooming, Rong Yan lay on the bed, took a look at her favorability, and pinched her fingers to calculate.

There are only one year and three months left before the death of the tyrant.

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The next day, Rong Yan got up to take a shower, and changed the medicine for her shoulder.

She is a doctor, so it is impossible for her to put herself in danger.

During the self-directed and self-acted scene outside the palace a few days ago, she deliberately made herself look like she was bleeding profusely and the wound was deep, but it was actually just a flesh wound.

After a few days of recuperation, the wound is already healed.

After breakfast, Rong Yan asked Xiaopang: "Did my father write a letter?"

Xiaopang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and said, "No, the master is busy now!"

"How do you know that my father is very busy?" Rong Yan asked puzzled.

Fatty nodded his thin face as a matter of course: "Because the master doesn't even have time to go to court. Today, yesterday, the master didn't come to the morning court. Anyway, it's been three or four days. The master said he was too busy. The slaves don't know the master What are you up to?"

Rongyan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Her father is more diligent than the emperor this morning.

But, isn't her father busy with her shop these days?
Rong Yan's heart was slightly warm, but also a little worried.

Her father is straightforward and careless, will he mess things up?
Otherwise, why have there been no letters yet.

"By the way, you go and prepare some milk tea, and we will go to the East Palace when the little prince is out of school." Rong Yan instructed Xiaopang.

Since Fancheng came back, she hasn't looked for Xiaonaibao again.

She went to the East Palace before dinner.

Jun Ziyu just came back from school at this moment.

The little prince was wearing a light blue brocade robe and was watching Water Margin with great interest.

Rong Yan walked over from behind and covered his eyes: "Guess who I am."

"It's Miss Sister." Jun Ziyu revealed his dimples, and his smile was sweet and pure.

"How's your homework going? How are you playing with the kids?" Rong Yan pinched his little fat face.

Jun Ziyu nodded and said, "Very good. I have made many friends again. Miss sister was injured that day, does it hurt?"

What a sweet little milk bag!

Rong Yan pinched his little face fondly: "Sister is fine, why haven't you been to Weiyang Palace these days?"

"If the young lady didn't leave the palace that day, she wouldn't be hurt." Jun Ziyu's big round eyes were obviously deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)