slave seven seven

Chapter 433 We Are Over (3)

I have seen too many lives and deaths in the past two days, and Dongxian's matter is not worth mentioning, but... Yunlei glanced at the lights in the bedroom.

A few years ago, I led my troops to flatten the North Kingdom, and frantically searched for that thin figure in Mo Zhan's army. Only then did Yunlei know that I regretted leaving Qiqi in the North Kingdom... It seems that every time something happens to Qiqi , Master will intensify and become more ruthless, and he dare not even think about what master will become this time.

In the dormitory, the slender hand under the quilt was tightly held by the big white palm, and that faint warmth was the only evidence that he could feel her existence.

"The Ministry of Rites will come up with a memorial, and the Chinese New Year will be over in two months. It is imperative to ascend the throne before the end of the year." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xia Houling said, her fingers were separated from each other and entwined with her. Take it easy, "After ascending the throne, there will be a concubine conferring ceremony, so wake up early."

Upon closer inspection, she became thinner again, and her face was not as big as his slap. He won the most honorable position in the world for himself, but there was a stubborn and dull person watching quietly and admiringly. .

"Our son has been proclaimed as the crown prince. I have already drawn up the decree to name Xiahou Xiangkang, and it will be announced to the world on the day of enthronement." Looking at her face, with trembling fear, "I have known for a long time that you have an illness. Little servant, I don't care about this child so much, but he is conceived by you. If you are gone, I can still raise him." He grew up. Have you thought about it for me, I don't even have a child, what do I rely on..."

The voice stopped.

Because Xia Houling knew what she wanted to say he would rely on... to survive.

All along, he just thought about how to live, and when he would think about whether he could live or not...

Xia Houling couldn't continue talking, and drowned silently with her in the quiet silence of Zhengguang Hall.

Outside the bedroom, a slender figure slowly knelt down while holding the door, his slender hands firmly grasping his sleeves.

——Ouch, what's wrong, is there a collective backlash? My inner cow is running around——

(End of this chapter)