Five-year-pregnant concubine: the emperor's favor is too much

Chapter 26: There Are No Good People in This World ([-])

He forcibly grabbed his grandmother's arm and came to the back room before returning to the kitchen with peace of mind.

People in ancient times just... didn't understand science at all, let alone, so they were unhealthy, and how harmful the lampblack is to the elderly!

I lifted the lid of the pot and tasted my own fried braised pork. I was so happy that I could finally have a delicious meal!Hahaha, although my cooking skills are not very good, compared with this ancient cooking skills, it is a world of difference!
With a few wavings of the little hand, it was put on the plate, hahaha, "Wow, the big meal is out!!" Looking at it, the saliva almost flowed out, fixedly looked at the dishes on the plate, and then looked around In such an environment, I couldn't help but choke my throat. This is probably the happiest time I have come here.

Entered a brothel and was almost raped.

Witnessed the killing and saved a little boy.

Met Qing'er, but was abandoned.

Being pinched around the neck with a sword, he finally saved himself.

I met a ghost in a daze, and came here—meet my grandmother's past life...
Can time be stopped?This stop is the final stop, and I am satisfied, because I want to start to cherish this hard-won stability.

Wiping away the tears that were about to come out of the corners of his eyes, he ran excitedly to the inner room with the plate in his hand.

Before the "grandmother" could say anything, she dodged and hid by the door, because she saw something hidden by the grandmother in a panic. It seemed to be a letter. She opened a pair of painting scrolls by the window, rolled the paper into a strip and put it away. go in.

What is so mysterious, looking at her eyes everywhere, I feel that it is not a good thing, but why does it feel so wrong?
Coming here, I have encountered so many things, my heart has become sensitive, maybe I am too sensitive.

"Grandma!" She yelled sweetly, but she was so scared that she sat down on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Hurriedly ran over to help grandma on the ground, Hong'er's eyes were full of worry, why is she in such a bad condition, she looks really old?

"It's all right...it's all right...if you're not careful..." He spoke intermittently, his face was flustered, and while Hong'er wasn't paying attention, he still glanced at the painting scroll from time to time.

"Look at you, if you are not well, you should lie on the bed."

"It's okay." The smile returned to his face.

How could she not find out?Just pretend not to see.

"Let's eat first."

He picked up grandma and helped her directly to the eating place in the outhouse. Before leaving, he turned his head and took a deep look at the painting scroll, as if to see through it.

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The moonlight is beautiful and beautiful.

The faint moonlight is so soft, under the moonlight, beside the table, the old grandfather is holding a cattail fan in his hand, looking up at the moon comfortably, while the grandma next to him smiles and bends her eyes, eating the supper prepared by Honger, her face is full of happiness, the mischievous blood is in the night Jumping up and down on the stool, he climbed up to grandma's face and rubbed it flatteringly, and then used his little claws to fish for the old man's gray-haired head.

Laughter filled the wilderness this time, and it was an unbelievably beautiful picture of family fun, but I owed my children to wrap around my knees!

Seeing the happy scene outside the window, Hong'er gradually curled up the corners of her mouth, but why was there such a pain in her eyes for a moment?What happened to me?
Turning head, footsteps, uncontrollably, moved towards the painting, standing in front of the painting, so close, but the hand stretched out to it stopped in the air, the sound of the heart hitting the atrium could be clearly heard in the air, the hand was rhythmic I couldn't help but tremble.

The hand that was stretched out suddenly was retracted, turned around, leaned against the wall, looked out of the window in a panic, and began to have difficulty breathing. Do you choose to trust or verify it yourself?
His eyes were fixed on the painting scroll, not daring to make a movement, his heart was struggling, his forehead was covered with thin strands of sweat, he closed his eyes, and frowned in pain.

Gather your courage, take a deep breath, and reach out again...

(End of this chapter)