Even if she was taught a lesson, she couldn't change it.
So, she was not taught a lesson. Over time, she was originally a wife, neither a minister nor a concubine. She could enter and exit freely in the Lizheng Hall, live together, eat and sit on the same table every day, and the two looked like a folk couple.
"I, Your Majesty is Xiao Lian! Not Fangfei!"
She couldn't help but shouted out loud!
With so many favors and so many rewards, His Majesty, he shouted Fangfei's name on himself!
This main hall really belongs to Feng Zhaoyi!
Maybe he was too fond of being too fond of, so he was too unwilling to be angry and sad. Your Majesty, he was like this.
Even if he is a concubine, even if he is the emperor, who can tolerate a man calling other women's names on him? Even if it is Xiao Lian, he hates him for the first time! He hates him so much!
You really shouldn't let Your Majesty drink!
You shouldn't get drunk if you drink.
However, he was confused and stopped moving, and was at a loss.
He shook his head hard, but he was not awake, and he was not awake at all.
"Fangfei...Fangfei..."
She cried and cried bitterly: "Your Majesty... I am Xiao Lian... I like you the most..." She tried to awaken his chaos. Even Xiao Lian could not wake him up?
"Xiao Lian? Xiao Lian?"
"I am Xiao Lian... Your Majesty, I want to leave the main hall..."
It is gloomy here, and always reveals an ominous aura. There is no longer the excitement and excitement as before, as if the soul and shadow of the dead fat ball have been firmly shrouded above itself, shrouded in this huge dragon.
On the bed!
So much so that the majestic Majesty did not lift it up!
The main hall is not a blessed place, so frustrating and so ordinary.
She cried bitterly: "Your Majesty, I want to go back...Your Majesty..."
Luo Jia shook his head even more and shook his head fiercely, not knowing that he was a guest in his dream.
The moonlight on the ground shone with a confused look on his face.
The fire of the stove is also extinguishing and becoming so cold.