Empress Dowager Huici has two sons and one daughter. The one she loves most is Xiahou Lin'an. Her young face has the kindness of having experienced hardships.
Xia Houlin was quiet for a moment, pushed the others away, and whispered:
"The Dongfang family has caused such big embarrassments one after another. No matter what, we can't take the Dongfang family for the time being, and the Wenren family can't choose to send them away. Let's talk about what happens later. I just thought of an idea, maybe it can divert their attention.
After that, she summoned the water doll into the palace... The mother also knows that children are fun, so just let them treat them as young and ignorant."
Queen Mother Huici was shocked. She looked at her son and said in just a few words that he was full of wits.
Sure enough, the little lion is going to grow up
He sighed slightly and comforted softly:
"Are you sure? Shui Wawa is a cute girl, but she is very human..."
Xiahou Lin'an blushed, of course he knew that the girl who claimed to be "super invincible and cute" was very human.
However, I really like her. No matter how cold I pretend to be in front of her, it will be useless in front of her.
It’s hard not to love her pink look
Moreover, there are a group of heroes looking around, take action when it is time to take action, and then take advantage of it.
Empress Dowager Huici's persuasion was ineffective. She patted her son's hand and sighed:
"Son, since you think so, then listen to my mother's words. Tomorrow, let everyone know that you have plans to make Wenren your queen."
Xiahou Lin'anlong body was shaken, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Empress Dowager Huici.
Queen Mother Huici touched his head with pity and love, and a sly smile.
Xiahou Lin'an just opened his mouth and thought about it, but no words came out...
The more I look, the more I look, the more I laugh...
Mother and son smiled extremely treacherously
In the past few years, mother and son often do this when whispering
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In the back garden of Lihuo Sect, Jun Yichen stood under the cold moon. The flute was silent, the wine was colorless, the rose was fragrant, and the heart was shadowless.
"Miss her again?"
An elegant shadow floated over, and he sat down lazily, pouring himself a drink...