"Let's go, there is a place to sit in the yard in front. Is it good to have lunch there?"
He asked with an umbrella, letting go of her hand.
Seeing that he suddenly returned to his humble and gentleman appearance, Ming Lanruo nodded.
This man is sick and his temperament is normal. She cannot treat him with common sense and calmness!
Cang Qiao smiled and led her forward for a while, and sure enough, she saw an old yard.
Although the yard has been in the past for some time and is covered with dust, it can still be seen that it was carefully built back then.
When you enter the yard, you can still see the dilapidated rocking chairs and even the swings for children to play with.
Ming Lanruo picked up a broken rattle that fell and sighed a little: "The late emperor really loved that... Concubine Mei."
She vaguely remembered that it was said that the late emperor favored a peerless beauty from a foreign race during his lifetime, which attracted many opposition from the court.
Later, the first emperor died and the throne fell into his younger brother's hands. It is said that this is also the reason.
Cang Qiao casually took off the whisk in the corner and swept the wooden table and chair under the eaves, and asked casually: "How can you see the love of Concubine Mei?"
"There are bricks and tiles here, and these things are commonly used by ordinary folk couples. The late emperor wanted to be an ordinary couple with that empress and live in seclusion in the mountains with their children." Ming Lanruo sighed softly.
Cang Qiao paused and said coldly: "So what, a useless man will only implicate the people around him."
What's the use of a man who can't hold his wife and children, or even the throne?
Ming Lanruo shook his head, "The late emperor had only one concubine in his life. As an emperor, he was already dedicated. He never thought that such a disaster would be caused by his favor with Concubine Mei."
Cang Qiao suddenly couldn't help but sneer: "That's because he is incompetent and useless. If you know that he plans to hand over Concubine Mei and his son to the betrayal party who forced the palace to live, would you still think he is dedicated?!"
He still remembers that his mother hugged him and hid in the depths of the plum forest, with the arrows on her chest and the blood could not be stopped.
"Aqiao...my little Aqiao...you want to live, you want to live better than anyone else, you want to trample on all the rules of this world, and even the emperor must crawl at your feet!
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The dark plum forest was full of blood, and my mother's unparalleled face was covered with blood and tears, and she smiled so hard.
His whole body was stiff, his eyes were grimly "pop" and crushed the whisk in his hand, and a ferocious "crunch" sound in his throat.
A strange gust of wind suddenly appeared all over his body, and the yin energy gushed, and the things around him shattered, and even the floor was cracked into pieces.
Ming Lanruo noticed something was wrong with him and immediately reached out to hold his wrist quickly, and a needle in his other hand was deeply pierced into the Yangchi acupoint on his hand.
The sharp stinging pain made the drowsy Cang Qiao unable to help but raise his hand and knock the person who hurt him away: "Damn it!"
But soon, he found that the person around him was Ming Lanruo, and immediately forced his internal strength to be retracted.
"Chi." The backlash of internal force suddenly made his face pale. He closed his eyes and a little bloody redness overflowed from the corners of his lips.
Seeing this, Ming Lanruo immediately helped him sit on the rocking chair, calmly pulled open his collar, quickly put needles on his shoulder, and took out another bag.
She poured out the fat spider sleeping lying inside, poked the spider's butt, and ordered without hesitation: "Pit!"
The fat spider rubbed his head sleepily, raised his legs unwillingly and "shushed" a few drops of urine in the small spoon in Minglanruo's hand.
Ming Lanruo pushed the little spoon to Cang Qiao's mouth: "Come on, drink it."
Cang Qiao looked at the furry fat spider staring at him from the corner of her eyes. Her delicate and handsome face turned pale. His head tilted and he fainted directly in Ming Lanruo's arms.
She pressed her into the rocking chair.
Minglanruo looked at the Shura King who was lying on his chest, who was originally fierce and cruel, instantly turned into a sick and pitiful and sick beauty.
She was speechless for a moment...
What a mess!
Why did he suddenly get sick? This chapter has been completed!