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And she was powerless to do anything about her son's situation.
Shui Lian had such a deep feeling of disgust and hatred for her, but at this moment, she felt infinitely sad in her heart - those who had no son were desperately trying to give birth.
Those who have a son may not necessarily enjoy the true joy of family.
At that time, the dusk had slowly enveloped the sky above my head, and the Yangqi Palace was silent in a dead state, like a silent tomb of a living dead man.
Shui Lian did not look back and walked for a long time. She stopped until she saw the thousand-year-old locust tree in front of the Luohua Palace.
From a distance, Xiao Yunna rushed over like a butterfly, her voice was crisp: "Empress, Empress..."
She hugged her and said softly: "Are you hungry?"
"I've been hungry for a long time... Queen Mother, the food for lunch today is so bad... Queen Mother, will we not prepare our dishes in the imperial kitchen in the future?"
The child is direct and speaks without any restraint.
The imperial kitchen cut off the supply of the Luohua Hall, and the palace maids were self-sufficient and started to cook by themselves. Their skills were not very good, so the food they cooked was naturally not delicious. After eating for a few days, Xiao Yunna was not used to it at the first time.
Shui Lian smiled and was energetic: "Would you please cook some side dishes for you tonight?"
"Okay, the sesame pastry and cold chicken nuggets made by the Queen are the best. I like it..."
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When I met the emperor again, I was in the garden outside the Luohua Hall.
The grass is lush and weeds are overgrown.
Maybe he was passing by and saw a figure playing fencing. It was a very ordinary iron sword, already rusty.
The emperor looked at him for a long time, but at that time, she didn't notice him and exercised intently.
Until the palace maids kneeled down to pay their respects.
She stopped.
When he looked at each other, he was a little confused: it was a feeling of becoming increasingly strange. What he was used to was that when she was sick a few years ago, she lay in bed dying every day, losing the ability to survive, complaining about the world, and being unable to suffer.
Self-suppression.
But now, she lives alone in the Hall of Falling Flowers and has fallen out of favor. Shouldn’t she be lying in bed all day long and sad about spring and autumn?
Why are you still so lively?
Do you have the leisure to exercise every day?
Like the eunuchs around him, he looked at her in confusion.
She also saw him and performed the ceremony of concubines.