Rebirth of Lucky Wife

That night, it was Fengyi Palace.

"Mother, please drink. Why don't you drink? Didn't you say you are thirsty and want to drink water?"

"Don't drink, don't drink, it's hot! It's hot!"

"Your Majesty, this is what you are wrong about. What is the situation in Fengyi Palace now? The life of an unfavoured concubine in this palace is lower than that of a slave.

Fortunately, you are still the Queen and the biological mother of His Highness the Crown Prince, otherwise, you wouldn’t even have a mouthful of hot water right now!How can you still find it hot?

Come, my servant will serve you.Let's take a big gulp and drink happily! "

Xuanzhu brought the slightly scalding water to Queen Xu and said, "Slave Xuanzhu has served the Queen to drink water."

But before Xu Hui could react, a knee pressed down on her thigh, and a hand pinched her chin. The wall of the bowl almost reached her throat, and she poured in a bowl full of boiling water.

The Queen's nanny, Nanny Zhang, was kneeling quietly at the side of the sleeping hall.She looked up at first, moved slightly, and then lowered her eyelids.

The Queen has gone crazy, and is still mentally unstable, sometimes even blabbering in a panic.

Xuanzhu was almost gone. The palace made of gold was like a golden bird cage, which kept her daughter crazy.

She was just such a daughter, and she originally wanted to bring her into the palace to enjoy her blessings.

But the deep palace is a place where people can eat people without spitting out their bones. The eldest lady with her big breasts, generous and noble lady wasted her time and turned into a shrew in the market; and the eldest lady tortured her clever and shrewd biological daughter until she was half crazy.

Nanny Zhang sighed, knelt down and turned around, not looking at her.

In fact, although Xuanzhu is half-hearted, he is still somewhat rational. He tends to be mentally depressed and tense for a long time, and finally has a distorted personality, which is a mental illness.

But in the eyes of the ancients, this was losing one's mind and going crazy.Otherwise, who would dare to torture the current queen!Her son is still fine!

Grandma Zhang felt sorry for her daughter and pretended not to know what was happening around her.

She closed her eyes and thought to herself that the tea was only slightly hot. It would only be red at first, but would not cause blisters.You can't tell if you don't look carefully.

The Crown Prince and the Crown Princess are going to serve tea tomorrow, but they can't let anyone see it.

It was obvious that it was nothing. His man left early, and she and her daughter were the only two people at home.She was half dead and had lived in this deep palace compound for so many years. Xuanzhu also said that it was meaningless for her to live because the Queen was suppressing her and not letting her out of this cage.

Now, when we arrive, we, mother and daughter, can walk together on Huangquan Road, so we can have some company.

This is her young lady, she owes them both mother and daughter.

……

In the East Palace, Wei Hao and Ma Yaer played for a while and then fell asleep one after another.Because Mai Yaer slept for a long time in the morning, she woke up in about half an hour.

To be precise, I woke up from the heat.

Wei Hao hugged her tightly, sweating all over his face.After she woke up, she struggled for a long time but couldn't get away, so she lay in bed bored.

The Crown Princess of the East Palace, her beautiful obsidian eyes moved up and down, left and right, looking at the ceiling, the edge of the bed, and finally at her husband.

It was difficult for her to see his sleeping face, even when they ate and lived together in the northwest cave.

During that time, he always went out early and came back late, and went to bed later than her; when she woke up, he went out early to find news and look for food.

It seems that in my memory, he is always busy. He is the only bloodline of the Wei Dynasty; he has been trained as a prince of a country since he was a child - civilized and martial arts, cold and hot.

When she was six years old, she became a disciple of Feng Huayu. She saw with her own eyes how her senior brother practiced Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer.

She admires him.

Malya'er's thoughts wandered for a while, and he finally woke up.With her small white jade hands, she poked Wei Hao's face and rubbed his earlobes, as if the prince of Wei was a novel gadget that she couldn't get enough of.

Finally, Mal'er noticed Wei Hao's long, white fingers with clear joints.