Siru is slim, like an elegant and beautiful pear blossom exuding a noble temperament, and the corners of her mouth hook a very faint smile, detached and polite but just right.

This is all the credit of Liang Wanyue's wife who invited her from the palace to raise her grandmother.

In a family, the two things you must learn are to observe words and emotions and hide your emotions. The former is aimed at others, and the latter is demanding oneself and is necessary for survival.

Too naïve to live.

is used to seeing noble ladies wearing masks, although Liang Luo, who is cold but very downright, is very special, the birthmark on his face is very affecting the image, but it is also more internal.

The super personality charm makes people completely ignore the flaws in the face.

In just one year, Liang Luo has gained many admirers like mowing grass.

Well.

In the end, the vast majority of them are going to be issued good person cards.

Siru looked at Nangong Ao, who was still smiling like spring breeze and rain on her face, but her eyes were fluttering towards her with a knife flying, and she couldn't help but sigh, what if she protected it, such a maverick heroine who is difficult to find in the world is not something that you can suppress with a green hook doll. Do you think it's all right? Wrong. Maybe this heroine has a tendency to shake M.。 Maybe she prefers the domineering president to be on the wall at any time.

In his previous life, he was an agent, and he was already very strong, and of course he was stronger if he could see it.

Inexplicably, I feel that Nangong Ao is so pitiful.

Gee.

Make wedding dresses for others, and finally fetch water in a bamboo basket, heh, it's not bad to have a basket left.

Suddenly sympathized, Nangong Ao was simply confused, this Liang Wanyue is crazy.

Sick.

This time he made a mess of his father's feast, lost face in front of so many envoys who came to congratulate him, and hurt the already fragile relationship between the dynasty and the wasteland.

The father and emperor have reached the age of no confusion, and their temper is already strange and irritable, and it is more elusive and unpredictable than before, and even they have to tremble and stay sober at all times as princes.

Do not be pampered and arrogant, do not exceed the rules.

But today he was really exposed for Liang Luo, and he didn't know what his father thought of him.

will definitely think that he is a lover who is addicted to beauty and can't extricate himself, loves beauty and doesn't love the country.

Nangong lowered his eyes, this is good, his father will relax his vigilance against him.

Can act in secret.

As for Liang Wanyue, who caused a big disaster, she will definitely punish her when her father comes to her senses.

It's harsh.

If you forgive it easily, then you will be able to disobey the king's will in the future.

There are some things that cannot be precedent.

Nangong Ao glanced at Siru lightly, raised his chin, and his voice was like a clear breeze and moon, "I hope that this prince will have the opportunity to see the living Miss Liang again." ”

Alive?

Siru's face was expressionless, "Yes." When the time comes, don't think Miss Ben is an eyesore. ”

Grass mud horse!

Curse Lao Tzu to die!

Kuoyi, it depends on whether Lao Tzu dies first, or your throne is taken down by Lao Tzu first.

Hum!

Siru walked away with great pride.

There are many fools in this world who think they are nobody, especially the male and female protagonists.

Nangong Ao clenched his fists, took a deep breath before letting go, this woman was so badly beaten.

The Imperial Study.

The emperor swept all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the desk on the ground, and his anger could not be suppressed, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged, "Check, check for me!" ”

"Yes."

Two dark shadows flashed on the wall, but there was no half of a figure in the study, it was a dark guard.

The Emperor sat in his chair, his hands on the dragons on either side trembling uncontrollably, his face full of exhaustion as he began to look old, and it took a while to summon his attendants.

"Someone, Xuan Imperial Doctor."

"Yes."

The chamberlain bowed his head and stepped back very respectfully, and gently closed the door of the study.

Quiet.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and only the emperor's rapid breathing could be heard calm.

Long.

The corners of the emperor's mouth slowly hooked, and his dark eyes revealed unusual shrewdness.

It's a slap in the face.

If it weren't for Liang Muyuan's bold daughter piercing this layer of gauze paper, I am afraid that he would still be blinded by the half-life prosperity of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and he would be narcissistic.

How could it be different?

The allure of this dragon chair never diminishes for any reason.

It was he who was negligent.

"Your Majesty, Old Lady Chen is already waiting outside the door." The shrill voice of the chamberlain sounded respectfully.

"Let him in."

The Emperor's face had returned to normal, and the folds that had been thrown to the ground had long since been cleaned up.

He seemed to be a completely unintelligible emperor.

An old man wearing a white imperial doctor's uniform, gray hair, and only tied with a hosta, walked in with a wooden box on his back, knelt down, saluted, and got up tremblingly.

Stand aside and listen to orders.

The emperor said lightly, "I have been feeling a little unwell recently, you can come and see what is wrong for me." ”

"Yes."

Old Lady Chen approached, first carefully examined the emperor's complexion, and saw that there was a touch of black at the center of his eyebrows, which was very light and light, and he would ignore it if he didn't pay attention to it. In the light of the white pearl of the night, his face showed an abnormal yellowishness, and his skin, which was healthy and red a month ago, actually had some small brown spots. The clear eyes were also cloudy like a pool of sewage. The color of the lips is also wrong, with a hint of dark purple in the pale red.

"Your Majesty, please open the royal mouth."

The old lady said respectfully.

The emperor opened his mouth, and the old lady doctor stepped forward to look at the tongue coating and lowered his eyes, "It's okay." ”

The tongue coating is abnormally shallow.

He also smelled bad breath, but it was different from ordinary bad breath, it was sweet.

The situation is a bit critical.

The old lady took the emperor's pulse again, the expression on her face became more and more grand, she took a step back and bowed, "The minister dares to ask the emperor a question, and please don't blame the emperor." ”

Emperor: "Say." ”

The old lady raised her eyes, "Has the emperor lost his hair seriously recently?" ”

Emperor:......

His daily grooming and dressing are taken care of by a special attendant, and each has a division of labor. Government affairs are so busy, there are all kinds of opportunities, and you have to worry about the elixir of immortality, you won't notice such a trivial thing as missing a few hairs.

"Someone."

So the waiter who was in charge of combing his hair was brought up, trembling and not daring to move.

The imperial physician asked, "You have recently combed the emperor's hair, have you found anything abnormal?" ”

The chamberlain knelt on the ground with a thud and kept kowtowing, and his forehead was bleeding in a few moments.

"The emperor forgives the sin, the emperor forgives the sin, the slave and the maid did not mean it, spare the slave and the maid's life."

Tears and snot sluggled a face, which was originally a little delicate and white, and suddenly became very embarrassed.

"Say!"

The emperor's face was cold.

The chamberlain shook violently a few times before stumbling and saying, "The slave and maid just combed the emperor's hair as usual, but the jade comb was only combed twice, and the hair fell out." The slave and maid did not dare to deliberately tear off the emperor's hair, and the slave and maid did not know what was going on. ”

He didn't want to die to make the emperor angry.

The Imperial Physician frowned, "When did this happen, and how many hairs fell out each time?" ”

Asked.

The waiter lay on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, "It was half a month ago, only three fell off that day, and the slave thought it was accidentally torn off, but when he saw that the emperor didn't find it, he didn't say anything." Later, day by day, the hair fell out more and more, and the slave and maid did not dare to speak. Today, when the slave combed the emperor's hair, there was already a small wisp. ”

The emperor was furious and kicked over the chamberlain, "Idiot! ”

The waiter endured the pain in his chest and quickly lay on the spot, trembling all over.