In the Wenhua Hall of the Imperial Palace, Truong Thanh, a servant of the Ministry of Rites, wearing a red silk round-neck robe, stood next to the Prince of Donggong who was sitting in the hall, lecturing the sutras.
Mong Ton frowned and thought for a moment and said: "Go back, go back to the station."
The man raised his white hand, and with bony fingers, he removed the white silk covering his eyes.
At this moment, Chu YY understood.
Van Nhien looked at Duong Tuong with somewhat strange eyes.
Song Qi said: "There are no flowers there I want to pick."
He will listen to what she has to say, and he will do it obediently.
It wasn't until Lonicera and Yindan both stood up, pulled her aside, and carefully examined her back and forth that she recovered from this moment of ecstasy.
She took out a small red lacquer box and put everything in it.
She smiled coldly, slightly narrowed her eyes and looked straight at Trinh Phuc, "Are you an embroiderer? I give you two options, one is to endure needles like me, the other."
Her thoughts gradually returned, she quickly remembered what happened before fainting, then, she unconsciously stroked her lower abdomen, unable to help but tremble.
Between the official wife and the businesswoman, no one will choose the latter. Chu YY is not stupid, of course she knows which choice is best for her.
Counting the days, she was not allowed to look at him once.
Tham Ngu's thoughts were the same as On Nhien's, he wanted to stop the Demon Race's plot, and also wanted to save people. Looking at On Nhien, his expression softened a lot, "It's late, go back. Go back to your room to rest early, keep your spirits up, tomorrow we will go visit Sect Master Hac Lien."
On Nhien understood and patted Thu Thuy's shoulder, "Third uncle said, it's not easy for a demon to combine with a human to produce offspring, but that possibility cannot be ruled out, so he gave me medicine, but you are already like that. After a few days, I don't know if taking medicine will help or not."
Clothes and hair were loose, untied or tied, fluttering slightly, against the shadow of flowers falling around, looking like a god descending to earth.
Zhu Yiyi looked beautiful, jade bones and ice muscles, gorgeous like peaches and plums, with a thin layer of makeup and a layer of peach red lip balm, she was already incredibly beautiful. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, she frowned, used a silk scarf to wipe off her lip balm, her face turned pale, then she calmed down, then ordered someone to prepare a carriage, bringing along maid Lien Dong. and go out the Door.
Mong Ton raised the corners of his lips and deliberately softened his voice: "It's okay, if it's difficult for Nguyen Nuong to choose, I can give you two days to think."
You need to hurt me more.
During this time, Diep Mac's injuries were moderate, with new injuries, this type of physical torture was relatively light, what made people unbearable was the mental pain.
As usual, Master Mo Hi was not wearing shoes, comfortably lying on the rattan chair, seemingly fast asleep, the little white-clothed disciple stood to the side, slowly bending towards the sleeping person.
When the new year comes, the weather gradually warms up so mulberries can survive. It's only been a few months, you don't have to wait long.
Han Tu Chuong frowned, then came to a conclusion after a while.
As soon as the boat docked, Duong Lang eagerly jumped onto the dock, grabbed her hand, and said with concern: "Your health is not good, why did you go out to take a bath?"
Duong Tuong immediately said: "Perhaps there is an expert helping, the spiritual veins here were sealed by Master Manh and me before arriving."