Some of the people who were worried were relieved.

As for the other part, it is the beginning of a new round of suffering.

Especially those who have been standing on the side of the fourth prince are even more so.

The fourth Prince trained the army without permission, and mutiny broke out when the emperor was in critical condition.

These piles, one by one, are beyond description.

However, at this time, he was always unknown, and in the past, he was always sick.

All the conspiracies were dealt with in an orderly way.

During the reign of the fourth prince, he did not make any achievements.

Even the war in the frontier was completely defeated.

With the life of the third prince, they all paid for it.

In today's eastern Qi Dynasty, there are not many princes.

Nowadays, there are still casualties such as the fourth prince.

It is even more unlikely that there will be a chance to inherit the great unification.

The throne seems to have been in the hands of five princes.

Some are happy, others are sad.

Young CI accompanied the empress dowager, knowing that when she fell asleep, they had not come back.

It was already night.

Young people are afraid and worried about the things in front of them.

So I couldn't sleep at all.

Can not go out again, had to wait silently in the courtyard.

With her waiting, and dye long song.

She is reading medical books, and Changsong girl is drawing.

On the surface, it was calm.

But in fact, it was clear to both men that they could not calm down at all.

Before I saw those two people, I couldn't calm down.

There was a click.

The brush in the dya singer fell down.

On the rice paper in front of me.

A lot of ink stains.

He destroyed more than half of a painting that was almost finished.

This small voice also drew the attention of the young words back.

Subconsciously looking at her.

"Don't worry, they'll be back soon."

When she said this, she didn't know whether she was comforting herself or dyeing a long song.

"I know." Dye long song answered.

I have a brush in my hand.

I want to save the paintings under my opponent.

But I just started writing, but I don't know where I should start.

Depressed to put aside the brush.

He raised his hand and pinched his brow.

I'm not happy.

He stretched out his hand to pull back the painting in front of him, and just kneaded it into a ball.

But before they were all kneaded into a ball, they were rescued by the youth.

"No, it's a pity that such a beautiful painting will be destroyed like this." Young words can be seen, dye long songs between the eyebrows of restless thoughts.

Different from her worry, dye long song more, but it is sad.

Once upon a time, she was cold-blooded and seldom had she been so emotional.

After coming back this time, she felt it clearly.

And after Si Heng won the war.

It seems that there is a more and more obvious trend to dye long songs.

However, she is still in front of outsiders, disguised very well.

Or in front of her is also trying to disguise.

She was just seen clearly.

Dyeing a long song is staring at the stain on the painting. I don't know who he is talking about. "No matter how beautiful it is, it's useless if it has stains."

This is obviously what she said.

He wanted to ask, but he knew that he couldn't ask.

In particular, it is more difficult to dye long songs.

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