She opened her mouth wide and was speechless for a while.
"Ah, retribution! Alas! Maybe it's her retribution!"
She murmured to herself in a low voice, saying that girl, who was obviously the holy virgin princess in the temple, was secretly married to her concubine by His Majesty. It would be strange if the great god didn't punish her.
The palace maid whispered to her ear: "I heard that His Majesty had a big argument with her, and then went to Liuli Palace... That's it. She was so angry that she had difficulty giving birth..."
"Ah? She also knows about Xiao Lian?"
"There is no airtight wall in the world. How could she not know what everyone knows? In the past, she must have pretended..."
"No wonder, I thought she was weird last time."
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She lamented, could it be Xiao Lian's turn now? That damn bitch is just Zhang Jieyu's maid, why should she be so pampered?
These damn Southern Dynasty foxes, she gritted her teeth with hatred, but she could do nothing about it.
This is the first heavy rain in the northern country this summer.
In the second half of the night, the wind suddenly changed, the wind blew, and it soon started to rain heavily.
Luo Jia was guarding the bedside, already drowsy, but suddenly heard the lightning and thunder outside, and almost jumped up. His hand subconsciously held the cold little hands: "Fangfei, Fangfei..."
The imperial doctor on duty was surprised: "Your Majesty, the Empress is awake, the Empress is awake..."
It was a kind of relief. Luo Jia didn't care about listening to the imperial doctor's continued speech, but just stared at the slightly beating eyelids, her breathing sound that was already slightly stronger...
She is alive, Fangfei, she is still alive.
She survived.
Her eyelids kept beating, but she couldn't open them.
He pressed it on her face and called her softly: "Fangfei, you're awake..."
The sound came too far and was soon submerged in the lightning and thunder outside. It seemed that I had experienced another great torture, great pain, and my bones were falling apart, thundering like a small
The collapse of the wooden house.
In the consciousness, there is endless darkness, as if the person who has walked a long night road has become accustomed to it, but he is not willing to see any light again.