Palace fight is worse than bubble emperor

Chapter 124 Just a simple application of medicine, nothing ah cough cough

Because of this thought.

When Yun Surao was punished by Concubine Xiang to kneel, An Ji didn't send anyone to torture her.

Because An Ji didn't have that leisure time at all.

What An Ji cares about is who gets the favor!

So even though he knew that Wu Gui was seriously injured, it was impossible for him to really serve her bed last night, but the emperor did not let Yun Surao go back to Changyue Palace, but left her to spend the night in Longlu Palace.

Angie is still extremely unhappy.

"What about Longlu Hall? It's the place where concubines are favored. You heard yesterday that your knees were crippled and you were whipped. The emperor also passed on the imperial doctor, so you won't favor her anymore."

"Then order her to go back! How can she stay in Longlu Palace!"

An Ji seemed a little nervous, she said and listened to herself.

Everyone in the palace still felt that the noble woman was very favored, and it was still later when she was favored by the emperor Yulu.

The emperor didn't even summon other concubines when she couldn't sleep with her. Maybe when she got better, the emperor could pamper her for half a month.

Hearing this kind of talk everywhere made An Ji even more irritated.

She couldn't take it anymore.

How could this be!

If the emperor likes to spoil the nobleman so much, and is about to spoil the nobleman so many times, wouldn't it be easy for the nobleman to conceive a dragon heir? !

The breath on An Ji's body became more and more gloomy, and she walked back and forth in the Lanqin Palace at a very fast speed. She became thinner again, even thinner than before, and only a handful of bones remained.

Still wearing a Tsing Yi, this Tsing Yi was the color she wore on the day she was pregnant with the Dragon Heir, which was the only time she went to bed.

This light color, worn on a temperamental beauty, is elegant and dusty.

But it doesn't look good on An Ji, who is extremely thin, pale and haggard, and even looks a bit like a ghost.

"The people in the palace now, have they forgotten the dragon heir I am pregnant with?"

An Ji suddenly burst out another sentence, squeezed out from between her teeth, viciously, and An Ji's spirit seemed to be out of order, she even forgot to call herself Benji, but called "I."

No one dares to answer An Ji, the people around her have been obsessed with her questions these days.

An Ji asked almost every day if the people in the palace still remembered the dragon heir she had.

Did no one mention her lost dragon heir anymore?

There was silence, and An Ji didn't mind, she muttered nervously, her face was tense, and the corners of her mouth twitched from time to time.

Eyes are burning flames.

"Dragon heir, my dragon heir, I am the only one who has conceived a dragon heir in recent years!"

……

"Master, your waist, really, really..."

In Changyue Palace, Yun Surao and Luo Chang relaxed, with the upper half of her body naked, lying down on a lazy couch.

Sufficient light came in from the window and fell on Yun Surao's flawless body, the curves that continued smoothly, the shoulders were very thin, the waist and back were thin, reaching the waist.

narrowed abruptly.

However, the other lines are extremely exaggerated, which is simply a visual impact.

Even though they were both women, Dragonfly and Peacock stared at them, their eyes widened, and they wanted to spray nosebleeds.

... To tell the truth, it was the first time they had seen such a voluptuous body after being maids of honor for so long, they were simply stunners.

Not being favored by the emperor is unreasonable.

Yun Surao lay on her stomach like this, especially the key parts, were sunk in the soft blanket, she couldn't see anything, but the snow-like creamy skin, the faint lines.

Still very tempting.

Dragonfly took the ointment and waited for the green carp to massage Yun Surao before applying the medicine. She stood aside and looked at Yun Surao's stunning and seductive expression from the side.

There was a trace of complexity in his eyes, with embarrassment, jealousy, and contempt and surprise at the same time.

(End of this chapter)