——When she thought of Baozhu, her body suddenly shook. At this time, Baozhu had not come back yet.
Where did the orb go?
Ye Jia has come, but Baozhu has not arrived. Isn’t this a strange thing?
She sat up again: "Come."
Palace maid Chen Jia comes in.
"Where is the orb?"
Chen Jia lowered his head: "Go back to the queen, Baozhu is still outside. There was news coming from her that she would be back soon."
Feng Miaolian hurriedly asked: "When did the news come?"
"The day before yesterday... you were still in a coma, so I didn't tell you..."|
She breathed a sigh of relief: "You send two reliable people out immediately and ask Baozhu to come back. She no longer needs to be outside."
"Yes, Empress."
Chen Jia retreated.
She gently took the door. She walked out a long way, and she burst into tears when she arrived at the small house where the palace maids lived. Queen Feng didn't know yet, and no one would tell her at this time. Baozhu had long been dead.
, It will never be possible to come back in this life. And Your Majesty ordered everyone not to tell her first.
Who dares to say this? Moreover, Empress Feng is difficult to give birth, and at this time, her body is the weakest and unable to bear the stimulation. These palace maids are old people who have followed her for many years, and they are reluctant to let her feel uncomfortable at this time.
Even the palace maids felt the danger of the black clouds slamming the city and trying to destroy it. Without that child, how should the Empress and Your Majesty deal with it?
There is also the national teacher who was accused of killing Baozhu.
It's really strange, why did the national master kill Baozhu? Kill Doctor Hua? Logically speaking, there was no hatred between them.
That night, Tuoba Hong came back very early.
Feng Miaolian lay on the bed and looked at him with the bright palace lanterns, but saw that his temples were slightly gray. He was a middle-aged man, but because of this, he had a hint of mature and arrogant temperament, and was so handsome that he was not decent. The youthful and frivolous in the past
Gone are the slightly frivolous sacred maniac. All he has left is the strengths of a man and the most brilliant years of his life.
In her life, she had never noticed that he was so handsome. Her voice became cheerful: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."