Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

It was snowy in the palace. It was only a short night, and the snow was thick.

Gu Shengyan, the internal supervisor, bent over the outside of the heart nourishing hall, opened the door of the hall, put on a red cloak, and the man dressed as a palace maid stepped out from the inside and fell into the snow.

A pure white mask and a brocade soup woman in her hand.

Yunxi walked very slowly, and behind her, many palace maids and internal supervisors looked sideways. Gu Shengyan only said, "what are you looking at? If you say more, go and get the punishment."

The palace maid and the inner prison all bowed their heads and dared not go to see it again.

The winter in Xizhou seems to be above the Three Kingdoms, and the cold wind always carries a biting cold. Once he woke up, Yunxi only felt headache. Ning Xiluo was not in the heart nourishing hall. He seemed to go to the court early, and Gu Shengyan was the only one waiting for Yunxi in the hall.

Last night, it seemed that Fox fragrance and Dendrobium wine played a role, but I couldn't think of anything in the past night. At this moment, she walked in the snow and went to the flying frost hall to find the smoke.

Gu Shengyan followed behind him, but said softly: "the emperor announced the order early in the morning and asked the bodyguard of the Qingyou pavilion to take the imperial concubine to the Qingyou pavilion to see the injury for the princess. If the slave guessed wrong, the imperial concubine has arrived at this time, and the girl should hurry up."

The flying frost hall is particularly set off in this snow season. It is like a palace on the top of the white frost. It is beautiful without losing its immortal flavor. Just looking at such a flying frost hall, Yunxi stepped into it.

The snow slipped under my feet, but Yunxi walked steadily.

On one side, dumb maidservants all bent over to meet, while Gu Shengyan stopped outside the temple and waited.

The outer courtyard of the flying frost hall was colder than the outside. Even if the door was pushed in, the cold did not decrease. The hall was messy. All the dumb maidservants knelt on the ground and trembled.

The tea was smashed to the ground. Yunxi bent down to pick up the jade cup and clenched his hand: "smoke?"

There was no fire in the flying frost hall, and in front of it, smoke surrounded his arms and hid on the side of the bed.

Blue Phoenix, with her back to Yunxi, just stood there in silence, motionless and condensing smoke.

Liuyan's face was not getting better, but still full of scars, only a pair of beautiful eyes flashing dense light. She seemed afraid and angry, staring at the warm jade man in front of her: "get away, don't touch me... Don't touch..."

After that, Liuyan took out his dagger and stabbed it directly at the arm of Lanfeng——

The sleeve arrow flew out and directly knocked the dagger to the ground.

Liuyan was terrified, holding his head and shouting, "I want the emperor's brother... Go away... Go away!"

Several dumb maidservants still knelt, picked up the dagger, retreated and closed the door of the flying frost hall.

Yunxi's cold eyes painted Lanfeng and said, "after Zhang Liang was buried, she became more and more serious. Can there be a way to treat it?"

The man in front turned sideways and his deep eyes Ninghe coagulated Yunxi: "your heart was soft last night. Chen Zhaoyi was damned."

"I'm talking about smoke."

"The emperor doesn't blame Yu feng'er for killing Chen Zhaoyi. Are you jealous?" he painted blue Feng with red lips slightly raised, reached out his hand and touched Yunxi's mask, then took back his hand, still looking gentle.

Yunxi nodded and said, "you once called him aning."

Painting Lanfeng smiled, lifted her palace clothes, sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and looked at her: "my sister is still jealous."

No matter what painted Lanfeng said, Yunxi didn't want to ask again. However, she saw painted Lanfeng rise up and handed the tea to Yunxi: "if my sister drank Fenger's tea and asked anything, Fenger would know everything and say everything. Now, Fenger just wants to see if her sister can give Fenger a face."

The words were extremely gentle, and the beautiful eyes gently fell on the mask of Yunxi.

Yunxi was silent, took off his mask, drank the tea and said, "how to treat the flowing smoke?"

"That depends on what my sister wants to do." painted Lanfeng smiled.

The cup was crushed in Yunxi's hand. She was cold and said in a deep voice, "what do you mean?"

Painting Lanfeng glanced at the smoke and shrank appearance, extending from her face to the position of her abdomen: "madness is the first; face is the second; and the child in the abdomen is the third..."

Speaking of this, Hua Lanfeng slowed down. She only saw Yunxi's increasingly pale face.

Yunxi paced close to Liuyan. When he wanted to touch her, Liuyan still hid back: "don't come here, roll... Roll!"

Yunxi grabbed Liuyan's arm and lit her acupoints——

The cold body was motionless in Yunxi's arms, but the tears in her beautiful eyes were dripping. She looked at Yunxi in fear, but she still had nothing to do.

And Yunxi's hand went under the smoking cuff

She frowned tightly, but did not find out anything on the pulse of Liuyan. She nodded and looked down at her painting Lanfeng: "this pulse is not any different. What do you want to do? She's already like this, you --"

"Now, what's the difference between feng'er's death and living? Does my sister still doubt feng'er?" painted Lanfeng sat on the side of the bed and stretched out her hand into the smoking sleeve. At this time, her hand covered Yunxi's hand and guided her fingers to gently touch the difference on the side of the pulse.

There is a place where there are faint different pulse signs.

Yunxi's hand trembled, but painted Lanfeng still held Yunxi's hand and said softly, "Chu Lin's days of being comfortable with the painter are not just living in panic. Feng'er's mastery of all medical skills naturally owes to the master. If a woman is just pregnant, many doctors can't give a name, but feng'er can. If her sister believes in feng'er, she should know how to choose..."

"Choice?" Yunxi suddenly took back his hand and condensed the smoke in his arms.

"Mu Yiluo is connected with the princess's life by melting insects and insects. If the princess gives birth to the child, the child will become a new tool for the child's insects, and his life will be preserved naturally. But..." speaking of this, Hua Lanfeng stopped, looked softly at the man in Yunxi's arms, and smiled, "If the princess gave birth to the child, muyiluo's dying time would be the time of the child's death, which is what Feng ER said. If you want muyiluo to die, you either sacrifice Liuyan or sacrifice the child."

She thought she could see anger in Yunxi's expression, but she didn't.

Yunxi just put Liuyan gently on the bed, covered Liuyan's body with a quilt, gently stroked Liuyan's hair with his fingers, turned his back to the painted blue Phoenix, and whispered, "Phoenix son."

Just suddenly, Hua Lanfeng clenched her finger. How long has it been since the person in front of her said her name so gently?

Yunxi got up and coagulated the warm jade like face of Lanfeng: "has the princess ever done anything sorry for Fenger?"

The beautiful eyes swept to Liuyan's destroyed face and painted Lanfeng with a sneer: "even if she was imprisoned in this palace and didn't live or die, Fenger didn't regret treating Liuyan like this."

Yunxi stared at the Blue Phoenix with cold eyes and said with a sneer, "yes, my Phoenix son never admitted his mistake. I forgot."

Then, Hua Lanfeng picked up the medical box and went towards the door, but the pace was getting slower and slower. Finally, Hua Lanfeng stopped and said in a deep voice, "it's the princess's fault to make an engagement with Hua Liang. My sister still doesn't understand. All the suffering of the princess today is due to the 10000 Li red makeup in front of the new year's painting house. All thanks to her sister."