"Let's go. There's still room for people to sit in the yard in front. How about having lunch there?"
He let go of her hand and held up the umbrella.
Seeing that he suddenly regained his appearance as a humble gentleman, Ming Lanruo nodded.
This man is sick, and it is normal for his temperament to change. She cannot treat him rationally and calmly!
Cang Qiao led her forward with a smile, and she saw an old courtyard.
Although the yard is old and full of dust, it can still be seen that it was carefully built back then.
Entering the yard, you can see old rocking chairs and even swings for children to play on.
Ming Lanruo picked up a broken rattle that had fallen down and said with some emotion: "The late emperor really loved that...Mei Feifei back then."
She vaguely remembered that it was said that the late emperor favored a peerless beauty from a foreign race during his lifetime, which aroused many objections from the court.
Later, the late emperor died and the throne fell into the hands of his younger brother. It is said that this was also the reason.
Cang Qiao casually took off the fly whisk from the corner and swept the wooden table and chairs under the eaves, and asked casually: "How do you know that you love Concubine Mei?"
"The bricks and tiles here, and these things are commonly used by ordinary folk couples. The late emperor probably wanted to become an ordinary couple with that empress and live in seclusion in the mountains with their children." Ming Lanruo sighed softly.
Cang Qiao made a move and said coldly: "So what, a useless man will only hurt the people around him."
What good is a man who can't keep his wife and children, or even his throne?
Ming Lanruo shook her head: "The late emperor only had one concubine and one concubine in his life. As an emperor, he was already dedicated to his love. He never imagined that his doting on Concubine Mei would lead to such a disaster."
Cang Qiao suddenly couldn't help but sneer: "That's because he is incompetent and useless. If you knew that he planned to hand over Concubine Mei and her son to the rebels who forced the palace in exchange for a living, would you still think that he was devoted?!"
He still remembers the way his mother hugged him and hid deep in the Merlin, with the long arrow wound on her chest bleeding uncontrollably.
"Aqiao...my little Aqiao...you want to live, you want to live better than anyone else, you want to trample on all the rules in this world, even the emperor will crawl at your feet!
"
The dark Merlin was filled with the smell of blood, and the mother's beautiful face was covered with blood and tears, and she smiled miserably.
His whole body was stiff, his eyes were sinister and he crushed the fly whisk in his hand with a "pop" sound, and there was a ferocious "crunch" sound in his throat.
There was a strange strong wind all over the body, and there were bursts of Yin Qi. Everything around him was shattered, and even the floor was cracked into pieces.
Ming Lanruo noticed something was wrong with him, and immediately reached out quickly to hold his wrist. In the other hand, a needle was inserted deeply into the Yangchi point on his hand.
The sharp sting made Cang Qiao, who was in a daze, couldn't help but raise his hand to knock away the person who hurt him: "Damn it!"
But soon, he discovered that the person next to him was Ming Lanruo, and he immediately violently withdrew his inner strength.
"Chi." The backlash of internal force suddenly made his face turn pale. He closed his eyes, and a little redness overflowed from the corners of his lips.
Upon seeing this, Ming Lanruo immediately helped him sit on the rocking chair, calmly pulled open his collar, quickly inserted an needle into his shoulder, and took out a bag.
She poured out the fat sleeping spider lying inside, poked the spider's butt, and ordered rudely: "Pee!"
Fat Spider rubbed his head sleepily, then reluctantly raised his legs and "shushed" a few drops of urine into the small spoon in Ming Lanruo's hand.
Ming Lanruo put the small spoon to Cang Qiao's mouth: "Here, drink it."
Cang Qiao glanced at the fat, furry spider staring at him from the corner of his eye. His delicate and handsome face turned even paler. He tilted his head and fainted directly into Ming Lanruo's arms.
He completely pressed her into the rocking chair.
Ming Lanruo looked at the originally ferocious and cruel Shura King lying on her chest, and instantly turned into a sickly and pitiful beauty.
She was speechless for a moment...
What kind of nonsense is this?
Why did he suddenly become ill? This chapter has been completed!
