After sending Mengli away in the woodshed, Su Mengdie did not sleep well, but brought a bunch of ancient books and the thousand-character texts he wrote. Based on what Mengli had just read, she wrote the pinyin under the ancient text. She barely became familiar with it and began to write a letter of farewell in a distorted manner.

Time is tight, only two days, and it is three hours to get to Baishuoling here. If you want to call everyone to say goodbye, you are always afraid that one or two people will stop her, and you don’t ask whether the old man must go back to modern times in two days. It should be so, so she can’t delay at all, can’t say goodbye, so she only writes a letter.

I hope they can understand her painstaking efforts. My mother spent her whole life praying for her. Now she should do something for her mother, go back and take good care of her father so that he will no longer be alone. In fact, writing this letter is much more difficult than saying goodbye.

The level is no less than that of the Chinese who studied Arabic and racked their brains to the night battle, they wrote all the names they knew, and they didn't finish writing a thick stack of more than a hundred pieces in total.

Shaking her cramped right hand, she swore that she would never write again from now on, and would be even more tired than building a city. She rubbed her eyelids and saw that the baby woke up at this time, and went up to feed her. She didn't sleep all day and night, and she fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Mengli entered the house with a basin and saw the baby sitting beside the master playing with her hair. The master was exhausted and met Duke Zhou, but he didn't wake up. Soon everyone was about to set off for Xialan Kingdom. I heard that Wen Xinya fell down last night. Do you want to tell the Empress to see someone?

Wen Xinya did not attend the birthday party with Fu Yunche, which made everyone puzzled. It was not reasonable. She was almost named queen and should show off. Maybe she really had something to say to the empress? She said that if the empress apologizes, she would tell her something that might turn around.

At this time, there happened to be a step down. By the name of visiting her, she asked her what she wanted to say that day, why did she say that it was not the case when she heard that His Majesty wanted to enthrone her?

But seeing Su Mengdie frowned, she gave up and said, let's go tomorrow.

It’s not a big deal to spend money like this with His Majesty, so you won’t be sent to the cold palace once you go back to Nanyue.

In Xuyan Hall, King Beiyao walked out of the bedroom with his clothes cleanly tidy up, and led the eunuchs and palace maids who had been waiting for a long time to the court.

The only four palace maids left at the door looked at the bed with gloating gloating. Are you dead? Are you dead? The shrill screams last night lasted for three hours. The screams that were enough to tear people's hearts and lungs were really terrifying. Everyone outside shivered and their backs were cold. They were all glad that they were born ordinary, otherwise it would not be Lian Qiao who was humiliated.

As everyone looked at each other, the golden gauze swayed on the giant dragon bed, and the woman inside could be seen vaguely without covering her body. Her eyes were staring at the top of the tent with a bright black green on the corner of her mouth. The stunning face was so terrible that she could see her bite marks everywhere, and there were blood-seeking teeth marks on her shoulders. A few drops of blood slid into her belly button along her chest...

The headdresses have long been thrown everywhere. What’s even more terrifying is that the bed is filled with all kinds of obscene vessels. The trembling of the woman from time to time means she is still alive, which makes the palace maids very despise. She is still embarrassed to live. How afraid of death is she?
Chapter completed!