I am the only concubine: the dragon concubine plays the kings

Chapter 443
Long Yuyu was afraid that one would not be heavy on his nose, but it was a fatal blow to Fan who had just recovered. He tried his best to walk towards the capital, but before he could go straight out of the avenue in front of the palace, he fell to the ground with a bang.

A person walked up to the fainted Fan, and helped him up with slender hands...

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"Unexpectedly, he came to see you again."

Ye Xiaowen stood at the gate of the palace displeased, he could clearly see the scene just now.

At the dinner just now, Long Yuyu was a little absent-minded, and he probably guessed something, so after the maid told Long Yuyu's words, he hurried to Yan Zhao's place, but he really didn't see anyone.

So he hurried to the palace, and just when he reached the gate, he saw Long Hongyu knocking Fan away with his palm.

"Someone must have transmitted his true qi to him, so he recovered so quickly." Long Yanyu smiled faintly, and walked inside holding Ye Xiaowen's hand.

"Why not kill him?"

Long Yanyu raised his eyebrows, "He told me that he knew the whereabouts of my concubine mother, so I decided to let someone follow him, maybe I can find the whereabouts of concubine mother."

Ye Xiaowen's Yingche face tensed slightly, "Do you believe what he said?"

"I don't know. Look, this piece of bamboo is engraved with the words of my concubine mother. I will always remember her signature. It must be true."

Long Yuyu handed the bamboo block in his hand to Ye Xiaowen, and Ye Xiaowen took a closer look, and it really looked like Concubine Zhou's handwriting.

The two walked in side by side, along the way, the maids kept shuttling, saluting Ye Xiaowen and Long Yuyu from time to time.

"If she is still alive, she will definitely come to you."

Ye Xiaowen smiled lightly, "So madam, you don't have to worry."

The moonlight softly overlapped the shadows of the two people, and the air was full of happiness.

Long Hongyu nodded heavily. Although he had no affection for Concubine Zhou, she was always his mother.

And Concubine De will always remain in my heart.

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Cloud Inn.

The faint scent of flowers and rice, blended together, has an extreme taste.

It was already the noon of the next day, Huarong was dressed in a white dress embroidered with auspicious clouds in silver silk, the blue silk was tied up obliquely with a ruby ​​hairpin, and the rest of the blue silk fell softly on her chest.

The two little flower girls dined gracefully, their dark eyes glancing at the dazed one on the bed from time to time.

(End of this chapter)