Datang broom star

Su Ho sent Jia Pingan away, and when he came back, he said something with a tiger's face.

"...Everything is fine, I am watching over you!"

But no one answered.

Later, Su Ho returned to his room and began to 'practice'.

This stewed hoof is beautiful!

She has cultivated to the foundation establishment stage, and she is about to form a pill...

"Abbot!"

"Wait!" Su Ho wiped his mouth, wrapped the remaining hoof, and got up.

An upright nun appeared.

"Abbot, Mingzhong committed suicide."

What the hell!

Su Ho grimaced, "Go and have a look."

Ming Zhong was already lying on the bed, with strangle marks on his neck.

"Fortunately, the one who discovered it got her down early, otherwise she would have died."

"Go and invite a medical officer." Su Ho was decisive.

This time the medical officer came quickly, and after some examination, he happily said: "Fortunately, just talk less recently and eat something bland."

Su Ho felt relieved, and immediately went to the palace to plead guilty.

These women can die of illness, but they cannot commit suicide.

"When the news of suicide spreads, the outside world will say that His Majesty treated the late Emperor's woman harshly. This crime will anger His Majesty."

Jiang Han was very angry, "You, you! But I can't blame you for this matter. Those women have regarded themselves as dead people since they entered the Ganye Temple."

Su Ho nodded, and said pitifully, "Auntie, Ming Zhong is fine!"

"I just told you this because it's all right." Jiang Han poked her forehead with his jade finger, wishing her so much, "If there's something wrong, can you still stand here?"

"Tell me about you. It's hard for you to go to Ganye Temple. It's a fat job. There are few things and no one to supervise. You are a living god. But look at what you have done to Ganye Temple?"

Jiang Han is the official of the palace, and he is very concise when dealing with those palace people, such long-winded speeches are rare.

Su Ho lowered his head, tears came out.

Jiang Han said sharply: "Those are the late emperor's women. If you put your heart into it, you won't let people commit suicide. If you are saved today, what about tomorrow? If someone commits suicide tomorrow, you are a sinner!"

She held Su Ho's ear, and said amidst her yelling: "Remember, once those women commit suicide, outsiders will say that His Majesty is mean, and that His Majesty's filial piety back then was all fake. Do you remember?"

"remember."

Jiang Han then went to Li Zhi's place.

"Someone committed suicide?"

Li Zhi's face darkened.

Jiang Han's heart skipped a beat, "Your Majesty, those women are desperate."

But what is the emperor?

——I will leave this matter to you. I don't care about any difficulties, as long as the result is achieved.

Li Zhi glanced at her, "That's your niece, I'll go to Ganye Temple to visit in three days."

Three days later, if there is no change...

Jiang Han's back was wet with sweat.

Things... are in trouble!

……

They said: the man who votes for Datang every day is the most handsome; the girl who votes for Datang every day is the most beautiful.

Did you vote for Datang today?

Chapter 347 How dare you covet Uncle Wuyang

When Jiang Han went back, seeing Su Ho sitting there in a daze, he said sharply: "Your Majesty is furious, and will go to Ganye Temple in three days. If there is no change... I can't save you either!"

She lost some of her size.

Su Ho was startled, and then said: "Auntie, I have a solution."

She ran away in a flash.

"any solution?"

Jiang Han asked, but Su Ho only left behind a gust of wind.

gas!

Jiang Han trembled with anger.

When Wei Wushuang came, he also felt despair when he heard this, "Those women would rather die, and no one can persuade them otherwise."

She thought for a long time, but she had no idea, so she went to the imperial city in search of something.

Baiqi.

"Soho is in trouble this time."

Wei Wushuang told the story, Jia Pingan looked at her and frowned...

"Is there no way?" Wei Wushuang was a little melancholy, "Then I'll go back and think about it."

"No." Jia Pingan frowned and said, "Wushuang, you've lost weight."

Wei Wushuang touched his face subconsciously, and lifted the lid by the way.

"Tsk tsk! The skin seems to be tender again."

beat!