Han Xiucao was going crazy. This boy was born with a weak constitution, and building up the foundation is the right way. Now he is doing the opposite, and he is doomed to have no successors! He advised me politely. A blind man lights a lamp in vain, and he dare not force him. Once he makes it clear,
Revealed, it is an unbearable burden for the royal family. Where can I put the face of the queen, where can I put the face of the emperor, where can I put the face of the court? Worry is worry, fear is useless, the agate fell to the ground, and the efforts that were busy in governing the government smelled a breath...
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Wang Guozhang, who was granted the title of Grand Master, made up for the situation. In the name of curing diseases, he invited the Han family and his son to Langya. There were more than 20 hairpin girls from the clan, and they were chosen at will. Han Chunwang seemed to be possessed by a demon. There were so many young and beautiful girls.
The passionate and unrestrained type, the peaceful and virtuous type, the elegant and reserved type, the gentle and pleasant type... whether they are charming or fresh, they are all regarded as air.
At that time, the imperial doctor Yuan Xingfang went through many failures and worked hard, and finally made a magical plaster, which was suitable for all kinds of sores, boils, redness, swelling, rheumatism and inflammation, and earned the reputation of Yuan Yitie. Yuan Xingfang was not without regrets and took the blame.
I blamed myself for being too slow in developing the plaster and failing to be loyal to the late emperor. I tried my best to take advantage of the situation and demoted Han Xiucao and his son...
Sure enough, there are some injustices, and there are indeed some stories - to be fair, Yuan Xingfang is nothing more than a small breeze. With or without this wind, the Han family's small boat will have to float downstream. The general trend is that if it doesn't float, it won't work. If you want to blame it, you can only blame it.
Father Han Chunwang is stubborn, neither detached nor free and easy. He doesn’t know what to choose and doesn’t know how to bear the pain of giving up love. If he offends the dragon scale, it’s better to save his head. People say that infatuated women are heartless and heartless. When did grown men also get into trouble and be unable to get out? With him
The same problem is the same stubbornness, and the old Shaolin monk has no clue - ah, looking at other people's affairs, it seems that he knows how to bite off steel nails. If you put it on yourself and E'er, can you be ruthless enough to bite off noodles?
Han Shaer thought awkwardly, it was all about himself, and it was too difficult to take a stand. When asked about Jiang's taboo name, Cailian, the beautiful bearded man had no idea at all. He only cared about when Han Chunwang would return to Beijing now that he had been exonerated...
...Personally thinking, the title of the Uncrowned Medical King is placed there. As long as Yuan Xingfang is not a solid stick, no matter whether the forced purchase of the Little Saint Acupuncture Technique is successful or not, once he knows how to stop, he will definitely not harm Father Han. How to get there?
Yangzhou can be implemented, so he vaguely praises it. As for whether he should go back, whether he can go back - Emperor Lixing is no longer here. If he is like a stubborn old tree and causes a scandal, how can the face of the Queen Mother's court survive? Tangled, melancholy, melancholy and tangled
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The sun in early spring completed its day's journey, leaving behind the light of dusk. The skylight entangled with the cloud shadows and escaped into the dark ocean. Han Shaer was tired. When Xiaoying and Xiangying returned from shopping, he drank two bowls of porridge and was in a worse state.
The man who was shopping was still tired, so he changed his clothes early and went to bed. The man with the beautiful beard was waiting, and he couldn't help but be startled when he saw the purple gold medal. He took it off and put it on the bedside table, snoring slightly. He held it in his hand and looked at it. Soon he fell into a bottomless abyss of fear...
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Han Shaer was woken up by peeing in the middle of the night. After solving the problem, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He read a book for a while and practiced Kung Fu for a while. Then he felt sleepy again. He fell asleep with his clothes on at dawn. Not long after he was confused, he started crying loudly. He was the eldest grandson of a waiter.
Come to report the funeral! There is a small courtyard divided into three rooms next to the west wall. The handsome man is lying on the wooden bed in the east room without a quilt. His face is black and blue, and his whole body is stiff. He has been dead for five hours! On the wooden table beside the bed
, there was a pot full of half-drunk soju, half a black piece of cigarette paste that looked like donkey shit, and unbelievably, there was a sharp knife next to the neck...