The First Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Two Chapters Domineering Female Emperor vs Calamitous Minister (Thirty-Two)

1670. Chapter 1670 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (32)

Nan Li was about to be pissed off by Jun Zhan.

"Have you healed the scar and forgot the pain? Ahhh, you haven't even healed the scar!"

"If you are going to die outside on a horse, don't come out of the Valley of Divine Medicine with me!"

"You're right. You shouldn't go out... um." The icy statue suddenly spoke in a low voice, like muttering to himself, but also calmly confirming Nan Li's words, and finally nodded.

His voice was hoarse, almost inaudible.

Nan Li was stunned for a moment, feeling incredible.

Meow meow meow?

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

Not right. Seriously wrong.

Nan Li glanced at Jun Zhan carefully, only to catch a glimpse of the desolate silence in Jun Zhan's eyes like snow and ice.

Quietly without any emotion.

Nan Li felt that he was in the heart of an old mother. Looking at Jun Zhan who was walking forward mechanically, he followed up and said, "Forget it, go back quickly. I'll show you... don't die of illness, Grass."

Jun Zhan looked cold.

In fact, Nan Li's words seemed to be far away from Jun Zhan, so far that he could hardly hear them clearly, and he couldn't hear them vaguely, and the noisy voices in his ears seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Only quiet.

Incredibly quiet.

the next day,

early morning,

morning above,

Ranbai solved a few things lightly, his eyes fell on the empty space, and his voice was shallow: "Where's Jun Zhan?"

The ministers looked at each other in dismay, and finally someone replied, "...Go back to Your Majesty. The Prime Minister is sick, so..."

"Oh." No emotion could be seen on the dyed white face, she raised her chin slightly: "Go ahead, what else do you want to say?"

After the morning was over,

Ranbai said to Fengluo expressionlessly: "If I lock him up, he can't be sick now."

Feng Luo: "..."

How do you want me to answer this?

In the imperial study,

Ranbai absent-mindedly handled the memorial, her eyes were a little empty, she stared at the light blue porcelain bottle placed on the desk, and sighed slightly.

"Let the imperial kitchen prepare some medicated meals." Ranbai replied to the eunuch with a low eyebrow and pleasing to his eyes, "Ah."

"Host, are you ready for the official match?" Feng Luo said with a smile.

"No." Ranbai refused without thinking.

Finally, Feng Luo looked at the direction of Ranbai leaving the palace.

Sealed: ?

One or two are both disgusting and upright?

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion,

Dyeing white fingertips slightly rubbed the medicine box containing the medicinal meal, his eyes darkened, staring at the medicinal meal, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Luo saw the look of dyeing white, and there was a strange chill in his heart.

Not quite right...

In this medicine...

Lying. Groove.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, someone has already entered to report." The guard said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Um."

in the attic,

"Jun Xiaozhan, come on, let me interview you, how does it feel to be in a coma for a day and a night?" Nan Li said slyly.

"Go away." The man didn't even bother to lift his eyes, and leaned there lazily and tiredly, shrugging his eyes.

Nan Li: "...Tsk tsk, I ran out on a heavy rainy day, just like your physique. Haha, I'm glad you didn't die. Do you know how terrifying you were with a high fever yesterday?"

Nan Li was heartbroken for a moment last night, really thought that Jun Zhan would be burned to death.

But life is big.

"Master, Young Master Nan." The guard knelt on the ground and whispered, "The Empress is here. Now she is outside the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Jun Zhan's fingers hanging on his side froze suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, lazily, and his voice was hoarse: "What is she here for?"

"Say it is... send medicinal food to the master."

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