Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1669 The domineering female emperor vs the misfortune water minister (32)

  Nan Li is almost about to be killed by Jun Zhanqi.

  "Did you heal the scar and forget it hurts? Ah yeah, you don’t even heal the scar!"

  "If you stepped on a horse and died outside, don't follow me when you came out of Shenyi Valley!"

   "You're right. You shouldn't go out... um." The icy statue suddenly spoke, with a small voice, as if mumbling to himself, and as if calmly confirming Nan Li's words, and finally nodded.

  He has a hoarse voice, which is almost inaudible.

  Nan Li was stunned for a moment, feeling incredible.

Meow meow meow?

  Is this guy taking the wrong medicine?

There is something wrong with   . Seriously something is wrong.

  Nanli took a closer look at Jun Zhan, only to catch a glimpse of Jun Zhan’s eyes as desolate and quiet as snow and ice.

   Quietly without any emotions.

Nan Li felt like he was **** with an old mother, looking at Jun Zhan who was walking forward mechanically in front of him, followed him, and said, "Forget it, you go back quickly. I'll show you...Don't die of illness," Grass."

  Jun Zhan looked cold.

  In fact, Nanli's words seem to be far, far away from Jun Zhan, so far that he is almost inaudible, and he can't hear it vaguely, and the noisy sounds in his ears seem to have nothing to do with him.

  Only quiet.

   Incredibly quiet.

  The next day,

  Early morning,

   up early,

  Ranbai solved a few things lightly, his eyes fell on the empty position, and his voice was light: "Where is Jun Zhan?"

  The ministers looked at each other, and finally someone replied: "...Back to your Majesty. The prime minister is sick, so..."

   "Oh." There was no emotion on the dyed face, she raised her jaw slightly: "Go on, what else do you want to say?"

  After the end of the morning,

  Ran Bai said to Feng Luo expressionlessly: "If I lock him up, he can't be sick now."

  Seal: "..."

  How do you let me answer this?

  In the Imperial Study Room,

  Ranbai absently processed the memorial, her eyes were a little empty, she stared at the light blue porcelain bottle placed on the desk, and sighed slightly.

  "Let the imperial kitchen prepare some medicated food." Dyeing white head and lowered his eyebrows to the **** without raising his head, answered pleasingly: "Hey."

   "Host, prepare for the official staff?" Feng Luo laughed.

   "No." Dye Bai refused without even thinking about it.

  Finally, Feng Luo looked at the direction of Ranbai's exit from the palace.

  Fengluo:?

  One or two of them are both verbal and upright?

  Outside the prime minister’s house,

  White-dyed fingertips slightly rubbed the medicine box containing the medicated diet, her eyes were dull, staring at the medicated diet, she didn't know what she was thinking.

  Feng Luo felt a weird chill in her heart when she saw the look of Ran Bai.

   is not right...

  In this medicated diet...

  Fuck. Slot.

  "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, someone has already gone in to report." The guard said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Um."

  In the attic,

  "Jun Xiaozhan, come on, let me interview you, how does it feel to be in a coma all day and night?" Nan Li said with a low tongue.

   "Get off." The man didn't even bother to lift his eyes, leaning there lazily, pulling his eyes.

  Nan Li: "...Tsk tsk, you die in the rain and run out, just your physique. Hehe, I am thankful that you are not dead. You know how terrifying your fever was yesterday?"

  Nanli was heartbroken for a moment last night, really thinking that Jun Zhan would be burned to death.

   is not too fateful.

  "Master, Young Master Nan." The guard knelt on the ground and whispered: "The Empress is here. Now outside the prime minister's house."

  Jun Zhan's fingers hanging beside him suddenly stiffened. He squinted his eyes, lazily, with a low voice: "What is she here for?"

   "Say it...give me a meal to the master."

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