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1222. Chapter 1222 A slap in the middle of the night 10

"It's such a cold day, do you think I want to work overtime? Some old guys are always confused."

Is the old guy struggling? Who knows? Maybe it's the young and beautiful woman struggling? Moreover, the old guy struggling with such long hair on him? It seems that the slap last night was really for him

It's nothing! She bit her lip slightly and thought to herself, should she do it more fiercely?

"Fangfei!" Luo Jia looked at her carefully!

"Oh?" She was shocked!

"I always think you are weird today?"

"Where is my weirdness?"

He was even more suspicious: "I always think you are sneaky. Is there anything you hide from me?"

She muttered, "I still think you have something to hide from me!"

"I don't have anything to hide from you!" He was very high-profile, "Little guy, don't think about it!"

She smiled and said, "I'll make some food today. If you come back late, I won't leave it for you."

"Ha, have any good things to eat? OK, I will leave the court and come back immediately. I will wait for me and I will never finish it."

Fangfei watched him leave, stood at the door of the main hall, and Fengxue rushed towards him, and then slowly let out a breath. He felt tired. Should he be careful or should he turn a blind eye on this day?

Wouldn't you be tired if you keep guarding like this?

Even if you are prepared, will it really work?

If you can defend for a while, how can you protect for a lifetime?

The cold wind blew on her face, and she stretched out her hand to whip it. At this time, it was still very early and still hazy. This is the morning court, which is necessary for the emperor. As long as you are not a foolish monarch - if you become an emperor, then the hard work is indescribable.

Yes, this morning court alone starts at the fifth day of the year, and this is the case for many years. Except for some big holidays, I can’t sleep in.

It is not that easy for an emperor. Otherwise, he will become a foolish monarch.

She sighed inwardly, turned around slowly, and followed several palace maids, respectfully: "Empress, go back and rest for a while, your face is very bad."

She shook her head and suddenly became interested: "Hongyun, go and bring my knife. I want to practice."


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