Chapter 1641 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (127)

This plane is probably more boring for her.

There are no games to play, so there are only a few drama books.

The host must be nagging again. If she doesn't do side quests, what should she do if she leaves early.

The system says it needs to fix this terrible problem.

It silently, silently bought an earplug and inserted it into its ear.

Well, the host's complaint, it can't hear it.

It doesn't cut it to death.

You can only grieve the host and squat on this plane for a lifetime.

Big deal it downloads SpongeBob SquarePants to show her.

Those who survived the catastrophe in the palace clearly remember that day.

The prince murdered his father to usurp the throne, the smell of blood floated in the sky, and the blood was like a river.

The floor tiles were all dipped into red, but they couldn't be cleaned at all, so the bricks could only be dug out and rebuilt.

After the death of the old emperor, he was whipped by the crown prince. Even if he finally entered the imperial mausoleum according to the rules, it was the most remote place.

Even the prince, no, should be the emperor now and does not need anyone to worship and sweep the tomb.

Except for an old eunuch who went to guard the mausoleum, no one dared to go.

The newly ascended emperor is ruthless and ruthless.

Even if the new emperor is so ruthless.

fame grew.

He doesn't kiss women, and he doesn't have any hobbies to shake the treasury.

In addition to guarding the queen, he is immersed in government affairs.

In that brutal civil war, the queen was seriously injured and unconscious.

Sleeps from spring to late summer.

The lotus flowers were all thanked, but she still fell asleep peacefully.

Ning Jiumo dealt with a minister who had committed a crime, and then hurried to the palace.

His face was frighteningly cold.

A pair of black eyes, cold to the bone.

Zheng Yan carefully followed behind him.

"Your Majesty, the maiden's wound has recovered. The imperial doctor said that the maiden's physical condition is getting better and better."

Ning Jiumo said coldly, "I don't listen to this nonsense. If she doesn't wake up again, I'll cut off the heads of those trash."

Who is the worst in the palace?

Tai Hospital.

I worry every day that the head on my neck is going to fall off.

Several imperial doctors were worried that they were all seriously ill.

Ning Jiumo suddenly slowed down, and he looked at the golden bell tied to the head of the bed.

The bell swayed with the wind, and under the bell, Bai Weiwei's peaceful sleeping face was pale and delicate.

After a few months of sleep, her body became thinner.

Zheng Zhan secretly stepped back, waved his hand, and all the palace maids followed him out.

The door closed quietly, giving Ning Jiomo a quiet space.

No one wanted to recall the desperate look of Ning Jiumo holding Bai Weiwei, who was covered in blood.

Heartbreaking, heartbreaking.

It's not enough to describe what he looked like at the time.

If it wasn't for finding out that Bai Weiwei would have a chance.

Ning Jiumo might not even want to treat his own stab wound.

Let yourself follow Bai Weiwei away.

When Zheng Zang thought of the scene at that time, his legs felt weak.

He took the army and went to form a formation to kill.

Not so scared either.

Only when he saw Ning Jiumo's desperate and crazy eyes, did he feel a chill down his spine.

Later, rescue work day and night.

Finally, Ning Jiumo and Bai Weiwei were rescued.

Ning Jiumo's wounds are getting better day by day, and his methods are becoming more and more sharp.

But people are getting colder.

After Zheng Yan closed the door, Ning Jiumo sat blankly beside the bed.

He stretched out his hand and slowly inserted it between her weak fingers, crossing his fingers.

Ning Jiumo didn't speak either, just sat quietly.

Although she was given the title of Empress after sitting on the throne, the real wedding was not held.