MTL - Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife-Chapter 1220 Why are you crying?

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In the middle of the night, the palace was quiet and quiet, and there was no candle in the countless palaces of the harem. People are used to it, the emperor does not enter the harem, who can they order the candle and wait for the door? It is better to go to bed early, eat well, and take care of your body. No man hurts, at least he has to hurt himself!

And what about their men? At this time, I was sitting on the stone steps outside the Zhaohe Temple. I was holding a glass of solitary drink on the front of a large square and a new moon in the corner. I also said to Zhang Yuan, who was sitting next to him while drinking: "Xiaoyuan You are all good, you just can't accompany you to drink, it's too annoying."

Zhang Yuan turned his eyes blankly and said uncomfortably: "When you cut the knife, you may not cut it, so that it is easy to leak when you drink, so the slaves never dare to drink." Emperor Wu, the heart said that you are a good life, someone has picked it up, or you will be like me if you can't keep it.

Tianwu Emperor seemed to understand the mind of the little eunuch, and he snorted and began to feel: "It’s a pity! Lao Yao’s head is gone. After he left, Qilian couldn’t find a companion. You said that Careless, Lao Yao’s head did not come to the palace for so long before he left. Why didn’t he think that he was physically awkward? Every day he still wandered around the palace, but he didn’t even look at the old Yao’s last look. It’s really...” He said that he couldn’t say it here, and he waved his hand, but there was a flash of glitter in his eyes. Finally, the old emperor couldn’t help it, lifted his hand and applied a force to his face, and the old tears were vertical and horizontal. "Old Yao’s head is gone. It’s hard to accept this fact. I’ve been waiting for this in my heart. How about Huaer... Zhang Yuan, this time I really can’t believe it, you said Hua He will die? How can someone like him die?"

Once upon a time, Emperor Wu of Heaven always had doubts when he saw Xuan Tianhua’s face. Is it his own son? He is not a fan of the martial arts, but he has never heard anyone say that he has a little bit of fairy tales. Even if it is a real dragon, you can't do anything with the gods. Why can he give birth to such a son? As for the appearance of the old seven, sometimes even he has the urge to worship, is it a fairy or a person?

But think about it again, the old seven is not like him, but it is quite like him. When I was in the palace, I was shocked by the monks and palaces. It was not only good, but also different from others. She was like a fairy, and she was arrogant with her hands. He had not encountered the clouds at that time. He was not very repulsive to the palace. Although he could not say that he liked it, he always remembered that he was an emperor and was obliged to pass on the Xuanshi royal family. Therefore, like the ordinary emperor, he will enter the harem and will choose the more blind ones he loves.

In the same year, Zhao Yu was more comfortable with the Emperor of Heaven. The people were very quiet and there was not much to say. Every day, there was a faint glimpse of it, and I felt comfortable at first glance. He thought, this woman like a daughter can be more careful to protect her, can not let the foxes in the harem to eat.

Unfortunately, he was careful and careful, but he could not stand it. Because he went out of the palace, and met the cloud, with the cloud back to the palace, Zhao Hao has been very hated by the former queen, and eventually died in the hands of the former queen.

Fortunately, Yunxiao rejects everything in this palace, but it does not exclude the child of Huaer. She took Huaer to her husband and raised it with her newborn child. It was more than 20 years.

Now, everyone said that Huaer is dead. The sixth child showed him the letter that Laoji had sent back from the east. The above also showed that his seventh brother died outside Tongcheng and was killed by the thunder of Duanmu Anguo. But why don't he believe it? Xuan Tianhua will die? Will the gods die too? He asked Zhang Yuan again: "Is it wrong?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head. "The slaves are not good at this. The slaves are just like you, and they don't believe that the Seventh House will die. But why do everyone say this? I heard that the people in the capital are wearing white clothes all day, just to Giving the seven princes a mourning, but this time is not the same as when Yao Daren died. This time in the heart of the minions, I feel that the Seventh House must be alive."

"That must be alive!" Tianwu Emperor leaned his neck and poured all the wine in the cup into the eyes of the blind. "Whoever will die under the sun, is Huaer. But..." He has some concerns, "翩翩Will this be the case? Huaer is her big-haired, I know, she treats Huaer as a child, this time there is Yao Xian, and then come back to Huaer, you said, will you know? Can't stand it? I remember her very much. What if she hurts her body because of this?" Tian Wudi is eager to move. "Would you like, sneak out of the palace to see her? Tell her that Huaer is not dead, outside." The biography is fake, and the old nine's letter is also nonsense. This old nine day knows the vernacular, he used to be arrogant in the past, but this time he was really angry, how can he take him? The life of the Seven Brothers is a joke? Walk around, Xiaoyuanzi, let's go out of the palace now, tell me about it, save her to remember. Although it looks like a little girl in the picture, it is in the early forties. People can't afford to fight like this. Let's go!"

When he said, he stood up and pulled Zhang Zhang away. Zhang Yuan was so scared that he quickly pulled the person back. "Where are you going? In the middle of the night, Gongmen has keyed." Where do you want to go? I know that I miss the Yunxiao Niangni want to go and see, I don’t know if I want to escape the palace in the middle of the night! Don’t toss it up, it’s hard to stop for two days, how can you toss it again? Got it?"

Emperor Tianwu blinked: "I am worried that the old seven things can't be accepted."

"That must be made clear again! How can these three out of the palace in the middle of the night?" Zhang Yuan resolutely disagreed with him, and went to the original place, shouting loudly: "If you have the ability, you will use your martial arts." Falling down me, or if I am saying that I can't let you go out of the palace, it's even more impossible to mess with you."

Tianwu Emperor was too angry to be ridiculed by him. He couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t help but sit back on the ground and sighed: "What is the world? The slaves are beginning to take care of the master. I know that I am an emperor, no. I know that you are the boss! You are so used to you."

Zhang Yuanbai gave him a look, not snoring, love to say 啥 啥 go, anyway, it is impossible to go out in the middle of the night. Also, his temper and daring daring is really used by the old emperor, but there is no way, used to get used to it, the old emperor regret is useless.

The emperor and the **** were deadlocked in the palace, and at this time, a major event happened in the palace of the king!

Every night, there is always someone who burns paper to Xuan Tianhua. In almost every corner of the palace, there will be people who secretly cry while sipping paper money. Originally, I was very careful. I didn’t expect that the wind was so big tonight that there were several people’s paper fires being blown away. The paper money burning in the fire was blown by the wind. Countless people chased and rushed to fight the fire. But the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and finally they couldn’t control it. The whole people in the palace were involved in the fire. .

"Going water! Going water!" People rushed to tell each other, and there were also a large number of dark guards concentrated in the place where Yunxiao was, trying to protect the only master in the house.

The class took the first action. He appeared from the dark, and when he saw it, he couldn’t sleep in front of the cloud in the yard. Immediately, the fire was shining, just in one direction in the house, the light was shining, and the faint heat wave came.

"The maiden, go to the house, protect you, there will be nothing." The class walked in front of Yunxiao and blocked her from the hot air.

But Yunxiao did not respond to this. Not only did he not return to the house, but he stood up and looked at the burning place for a long time. Then he whispered: "Which yard is on fire? Look."

As she said, she went out, scared the class and quickly followed the back, and persuaded: "The goddess, no matter where it is on fire, it has its own people to fight, you must not go. Mother, outside the fire Big, you still go back to the house! Your subordinates put a layer of water on the outside, you are cool, nothing will happen."

"No, no." Yunxiao is very stubborn. "By the class, you should stay in the same place, or follow the palace together. Since you believe that the palace is the master, you should listen to the words of this palace, the decision of this palace. ,unstoppable."

Yunxiao put on his face, the class had to go, but had no choice but to follow her with the fire, and had to carefully guard her from the heat waves.

I finally saw the fire burning, but this moment, even the shift is dumb!

The place where the fire was actually was the courtyard where Xuantian Hua lived. It was not so much. The fire was so big that it took only a while, and the original small courtyard had been burnt into ruins, leaving only the frame of the house. Still, and those wooden shelves are now under the burning of the fire, and they have nothing to lose.

The next time people saw Yunxiao, they came to her in front of them, and the **** who was in charge of the matter said: "Mother, you are a slave, you are all bad! The slaves are not good. When the paper was burned, the paper was blown away by the wind. The courtyard of the seven halls of the temple. The goddess, the minions are damned!"

"The minions are damned!" Everyone said this, and at the same time they could no longer control the sad situation caused by the death of Xuan Tianhua, and they all cried.

Yunxiao stood there, and did not speak for a long time, until the heat wave of the fire became more and more invaded here. The class had to take her back and take a few steps back. She only returned to God, but she I asked those people who said: "You just said burning paper? What paper is burning? Who is burning paper?"

People can't help it anymore. After a few days, the whole Beijing capital is mourning for the Seven Halls, and they will not let the palace. They are uncomfortable in their hearts and are particularly uncomfortable. Then someone shouted: "The Niangniang! The seven temples are dead, the minions are burning paper under the seven halls! The goddess, even if you don't want to admit it, but he is indeed dead under the temple! The dead is not a place to fight. With the spirit, the minions thought about how to burn the paper money for His Royal Highness, saving him nothing on Huangquan Road. Hehe..."

More and more people are crying, and more and more crying is filled with the ears of the clouds. Gradually, as if the whole palace is crying, the sad atmosphere permeates every air and is immersed in the heart and lungs. Into the bones of people, even the clouds, can not help but fall into tears.

She was astonished, raising her hand to the bottom of her eyes, and then turned around and asked her to go: "Is this palace not crying? Why is the palace crying?"