Back to the Snow

Chapter 368
Xueying, tell me, why am I willing to let you smile like a flower all the time?

God really loved her so much that she was pregnant with the emperor's first child.

So, taking advantage of her own pregnancy, she took this opportunity to speed up the pace of beating that girl, and at the same time, she dismissed Concubine Ye who was also favored.

She is proud of being favored.

That's what every woman does when she gets a lot of pampering, doesn't she?
Did she go too far?
But why would she harm her child?
Why let everything of her go to waste?

She hates it so much!

Even if she doesn't know who is the murderer who caused her miscarriage, she must drag the girl in white to be buried with her!

Because, that girl's smile is too happy, that girl's aura is too pure, and that girl's pampering is too much...

Mei Lianxiang's face full of hatred distorted with the sound of fingers scratching on the pillar.

"Your Majesty, I've taken the medicine." The old maid at the side came over with the medicine.

"I won't eat! You all want to hurt me! You don't want to hurt me again!" In the empty hall, only one woman was shouting.

It looks more and more bleak.

Looking at the somewhat crazy woman, the old maid shook her head and sighed: Since ancient times, the emperors have always been romantic, and the palace flowers are too lonely to be red.

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The banks of the Huaihe River are always very lively.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the singing of Yingge and Yanyu, the guests coming and going, ostentatiously shouting.This makes Huaihe Flower Street unique.

It's just that recently the top names in various boats have been absent from time to time. When asked why, they all said that the portrait had gone.

Among the many painted boats, one is particularly conspicuous.

In the painting boat gathered a few magnificent women, dressed in conspicuous or elegant or enchanting, watching something and whispering.

Regular customers can tell at a glance, aren't these the oirans of the various pleasure boats?

Through the crowd, I saw a portrait of a beautiful woman sitting on a chair.

The man holding the pen is elegant and gentle, his eyes are as clear as springs, and his brushes are flying like clouds.

(End of this chapter)