Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 219 Grandpa Is Not Familiar With Her (5)
"Wen, Qi!" Words were bitten out through the gap between her teeth, Empress Ji's face was gloomy, with ferocious red marks.

Mother of a Nation?Hehe, does it look like a ghost?The three or five scratching court ladies turned pale with fright and forgot what they were doing.

Empress Ji had a vicious look on her face: "Who told you to stop, don't stop!"

The maids, dripping with cold sweat, did not dare to stop, and scratched red marks on the body of the mother of the country.

It's also strange, many empresses in the palace today are itchy, and the imperial doctor can't find out what happened. It is rumored in the palace that they were contaminated with some dirty things in the Changle Palace.Then, even if the idlers meet something in the Changle Hall, they have to make a detour.

At [-] o'clock, the moonlight was just right, and the Yan Palace was very quiet. The viewing pavilion was deserted all the way, and from a distance, only a candle was burning. The corners are stained with a little night dew.

"Grandpa, it's done."

Holding the lamp, Qin Mi walked very slowly. She raised her eyes slightly to see a little candlelight, and asked coldly, "How is it?"

Qi San said four words: "Hemiplegia." After thinking for a while, he added five words: "Lower body paralysis."

Will it be a little harder?Qi San looked at Grandpa, the corners of Grandpa's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded: "Yes."

Qi San thinks that the master and Master Wen are more and more alike, so dark-bellied, so sinister, is it true?Is there any?Qi San said seriously: "Master, that old thing is not capable of impressing the master, so why bother?" Kekeke, Qi San was a little embarrassed to say, "Why do you want to do this?" Actually Qi San wanted to say...to do this insidiously He cleverly omitted a word.

Master Mi held the lamp, his eyes were half closed, his long eyelashes were grayed out, with an extremely noble and indifferent expression, but he said: "I don't like him."

Master Mi, can we be more capricious?Can it be more sour?

Cough cough cough, Qi San pursed his lips and smiled, knowingly asked: "Not pleasing to the eye?"

Grandpa frowned, and seemed uncomfortable: "I haven't even checked the green-headed card of Grandpa's cat."

Since Emperor Yan is not happy with turning over the green card, shouldn't he cut off his hand?Lower body paralysis?Probably Emperor Yan would never call his concubine to bed again.

Grandpa is so capricious!
However, Grandpa...Qi San sincerely feels that Master Wen will never be able to turn over Master Wen's green-headed card in this lifetime, but Master Wen's green-headed card cannot be turned over by Master Wen, so it depends on Master Wen's mood.

Qi San thought for a while, and didn't know whether he should sympathize with Emperor Yan or feel sorry for him, he looked up, he had gone a long way, Qi San followed him, and said, "Your master is not going to Yanqing Palace?" This direction is not Changle Hall either. .Shouldn't you be catching rape?Qi San found that he could no longer understand the thoughts of his masters.

Grandpa said: "Grandpa is going to see Grandpa's cat."

Where are we going to meet?
Well, ever since the master was seduced by the news master, they couldn't understand his thoughts as soon as they got married, and they can roughly sum it up in four words: those who are close to ink are black.

There was a sound of the third watch, and the candles in Qianxi Palace and the sleeping hall were still on.

"What time is it?"

Mother Shichu said: "It's just passed the three quarters of Shen Shi."

Concubine Qian seemed to be smiling, she put on an outer dress and faced the window, a few strands of cold wind leaked in from the window, and her eyes became cold: "It's time to light red candles in Yanqing Palace."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a muffled sound, and Concubine Qian suddenly turned around, only to see the woman smiling brightly against the candlelight in the dim darkness.

She clapped her hands and kicked the fainted ten-year-old mother away: "That's right, the red candle is also lit." The little hand was picking something behind her, with a smile on her mouth, "It's just a matter of removing the clothes and the mat." It’s rolled, no, it’s here for you.”

(End of this chapter)