Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 42
Hongzhuang didn't notice her strangeness, and said again, "Liu'er, you go to see Liu Shaorong with me, he fell ill, and he couldn't even come to guard the mourning hall, the emperor specially ordered two old doctors, Hu and Zhang, to take his place diagnosis and treatment."

Liu Shaorong has never been able to help himself.

Xiangsi instinctively wanted to refuse, but suddenly a shock flashed in her mind, and she subconsciously said, "Doctor?"

"Yes." Hong Zhuang nodded, looking at her puzzled.

"Then you take me there."

She grabbed Hong Zhuang's hand, maybe somewhere, God didn't want her to have a short life.

Coming out of Prince Xia's Mansion, Xiangsi was still walking aimlessly, and finally walked to the gate of Zhao's Mansion without realizing it. You can blame all kinds of people in this world, but your own parents can't blame, it's really fate.

The red pillars of the Zhumen in the Zhao Mansion were painted very dark, and two servants who guarded the gate leaned there to doze off. She just stood across Zhao Mansion Street and looked at them for a whole day.

In just a few dozen days, she married a slave from the Western Regions. Her husband-in-law was a killer. She knew the secret and would be silenced... That's it, so logical.

She wondered if Mother knew that she was going to die, would she stop her high-pitched and sharp crying because of a jade bead chain?

She wondered if her father would feel regretful and sad if he knew that she was just hiding the beads to show her clumsiness and not really sick.

She wanted the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Mrs. Liu, the cook. It was sweet, without any astringency, and it was so sweet that it made people tired.

Thinking about it, tears fell from the eye sockets, dripping into the mouth, nothing but salty and bitter.

A carriage wobbled in front of her, and a middle-aged man with knife scars on his face jumped out of the carriage and respectfully called out to the carriage, "My lord."

A folding fan opened the curtain of the carriage from the inside, and Long Shangyang, dressed in white, walked out of the carriage with a bow, without getting out of the carriage, and looked at her with a half-smile on his face, "Women cry from a It's a soft and weak smell, don't you think so, Long Tian?"

The middle-aged man under the car responded, "Yes."

"Just killing you right in front of my house like this... I can't bear it." Long Shangyang looked at her condescendingly, "Why don't you tell me why you pretended to be sick and broke your brain since I was a kid? Maybe I'm in a good mood to keep you One life."

(End of this chapter)