Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

    The queen's chamber is wide and the curtain hangs slightly.

    The dignified and elegant interior decoration reflects the beauty of a lingering sickbed.

    At this time, only a little palace maid knelt on the couch, wiped the queen's lips, and fed her a sip of water to moisten her mouth.

    Gu Nuoer twisted her body and looked at the queen with clear eyes.

    Du Yilan is even thinner than she imagined.

    Wearing a blue and white dress, three thousand black hair tied loosely with a hosta.

    Not like a queen, but like a calm and gentle fairy.

     Her face was morbidly pale, her lips were bloodless, and the arms under her sleeves were very thin.

    The imperial green tourmaline bracelet swayed in her hand and slipped to her elbow!

    Concubine Qiao glanced around and was a little unhappy.

     "Why are there so few palace servants serving Sister Lan, and they all run out to hide?"

    The imperial concubine said, she will call Wanyin to pass the rest of the palace people back.

    The queen raised her hand to stop it and smiled weakly: "You don't need to trouble my sister, I told them to go out.

    I don't feel well and it is inconvenient to go out, and I don't want them to always be restrained in front of me and stay in the house with me. "

    After Du Yilan finished speaking, she looked at the little white doll carved in ice and jade in Concubine Qiao's arms.

    She smiled lovingly: "It's you, why did you bring Nuonuo, I'm so afraid of getting sick to her, cough..."

    The queen said a few words, then began to cover her lips and cough again.

    Gu Nuoer twisted her body to the ground, stepped on her little boots, and staggered to the side of the bed.

    She fluttered her black eyelashes and looked at the queen, her moist black eyes like grapes.

    Gu Nuo'er said in a milky voice: "Queen Mother, Nuonuo is worried about you, so I just want to come and see, you will definitely get better!"

    She is well-behaved, sweet and soft, like a happy white doll.

    The Queen heard the words and smiled softly: "Good Nuonuo, I will give you a good hug when I feel better."

    However, what the queen and Qiao Guifei didn't know was.

    Gu Nuo'er just finished speaking, when suddenly many thin white silk-like rays of light appeared out of thin air.

    The little guy widened his eyes and looked at the white light, lightly and slowly covering the queen.

     Wrap around her arms, legs, and neck.

    These white lights gradually absorb a lot of black flow.

    The queen's complexion also seemed to have become a little ruddy.

    It was not until the white line was covered with black light that it suddenly disappeared, turning into small beads in the air, and then dissipated.

    Gu Nuo'er opened her mouth slightly, her innocent eyes full of curiosity.

    The queen suddenly felt better.

    Even the usual feeling of a stone pressing on my heart is much lighter.

    She asked the little palace maid to put a pillow behind her, sat up, and talked to the imperial concubine and Xiao Nuoer.

    Queen Du smiled mildly: "Seeing Nuo'er being so good, I don't know how much I like it. If I had given birth to a daughter, how good would it be?"

    Concubine Qiao knew that the queen had always had a heart problem.

    She gently persuaded: "His Royal Highness just hasn't grown up yet, and now is the time to be disobedient, not because you don't want to be filial to Sister Lan."

    The eldest son born to the queen is sixteen years old. Because of his rebellious and violent personality, the emperor has never established a prince.

    And five years ago, the eldest prince had quarreled with the queen. At that time, he was only eleven years old and proposed to the emperor Gu Yihan to go to the border to experience.

    The emperor was also cruel, and he agreed with a wave of his hand.

    I haven't come back for five years.