The real concubine brought her medicine overnight, and he pushed it to the ground with one hand, and told her not to come again in the future.

Later, she really didn't come very often.

However, he still remembered her eyes at that time, and her eyes were red, as if she had been hurt by the person she loved the most, and the boundless pain was terrifying.

He didn't know why she had that look.

Her health was not very good in the first place, but later I heard that she was slowly becoming seriously ill.

I've been sick for two years.

My father was devastated, and he grew much older in an instant.

He often feels guilty inexplicably, maybe he is better to the real concubine, and the real concubine may not be sick.

The real concubine didn't get sick, and the father would not be hit like this, and his daily thoughts were excessive, and his body became worse and worse.

He didn't know that his father loved the real concubine so much.

He blamed his father for not loving the house and Wu, but he loved himself but couldn't love his mother, but he wasn't like this.

loves his father, but he can't love the house and Wu, even if he is a little bit good to the real concubine.

The father's harem has to have a child of his own, because the father and the emperor have many brothers and sisters, so they only gave birth to one of them, and later there was one more palace.

The real concubine has no children, and women are born with maternal love, and there are also people who pour their feelings into themselves.

It's just that I was young at that time, too willful and couldn't see clearly.

He didn't want to follow his father's path, and he made up his mind since he was a child that he would only have children with the woman he loved.

Therefore, this is also the reason why he has not established a queen despite the opposition of the court.

Now, though......

He raised his hand and shook Xia Shengnuan's head.

Xia Shengnuan saw that his thoughts were drifting far away, but he didn't bother him, just leaned quietly in his arms.

The real concubine must be special to him.

Therefore, it is normal for him to have some special memories of the real concubine.

Xia Shengnuan didn't know how to tell him the truth for a while.

The Queen Mother has no children, and she must really treat him as her own son, otherwise, in the Buddhist hall at the beginning, she would not be so nervous and worried that someone would overhear her words.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

The Queen Mother must have doubted herself, but it is rare that the Queen Mother did not make up her mind to attack herself at that time.

It can be seen that the Queen Mother is also sincerely good to the emperor.

knew that the emperor liked him, and he couldn't bear to hurt the emperor's heart.

Originally, no one knew this secret, but it became an eternal secret, and it was nothing if the emperor didn't know.

However, Gong Taowen knew, and she was worried that sooner or later someone would make an article about it.

Instead of being caught off guard, she should let the emperor know first.

It's just that how do you tell the emperor that it's good?

She's going to have to think about it for the long term.

Oh, I have to go back to find out the Queen Mother's tone, I don't know what the Queen Mother thinks now.

If the queen mother was worried that the emperor would have a dislike with her if she found out and wanted to keep the secret, she rashly informed the emperor, which would be sowing discord.

Hey, why is it so hard!

She's really hard!

The carriage passed low-key on the street, and Xia Shengnuan sighed deeply.

Meanwhile.

In an ancient temple on the outskirts of the city, Xia Shengliang is flipping through some ancient books.

Flipping through it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His eyes lit up, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

No, at this moment, the cold light flashed, and a bright long sword came towards his eyes.

He drew his sword at once, and immediately entangled with the man.

In just three moves, countless black-clothed people immediately surged in from outside, and countless bright and flickering long swords stabbed at him in unison, exuding a penetrating cold light in the dark night.

Xia Shengliang glanced around, the sword flower in his hand was flourishing, forcing the person back a meter, and a spun body flew out of the window. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.