He made a declaration in his heart, but the darkest side of human nature, An Hedi, inexplicably expected that he would be so late.
If he succeeds in restoration, Zhao thieves will take possession of Yan Mei before …
The old emperor gradually fell in distortion.
"Let’s go into the city first."
Zhao Cuo didn’t know that he was being watched as he entered the capital with a flame and settled in the palace.
After that, he drove to Zheng Guogong’s house and went all the way. He felt that the martial law of the empress dowager had played a chilling role and filled the streets and lanes.
The two-day ban on closed doors and bathing came into effect on the 20 th, but the people have spontaneously closed their doors and feared that the 400-year-old capital was once again shrouded in fear.
Chapter two hundred and forty The old emperor counterattacked!
"Hall?"
Zhao cuo asked the servant as soon as he returned to the office
"Back to the little grandfather, the big lady went back to her room after lunch, probably taking a nap."
Only when he heard this did he consciously look up at the bright blue sky and the scorching sun.
It’s already noon outside this capital.
But Feast doesn’t have the habit of taking a lunch break?
"Earlier, the guests came to the mansion, and they were friends of the young lady. They didn’t go back until after dinner."
I’m not surprised that Miss Zhao has a lot of friends when I listen to the maid’s words and nod.
"It’s just a lunch. It’s just a look if you don’t fall asleep so soon."
Zhao wrong muttered to his adult dormitory.
If there is a demon saint, then Zheng Guogong’s house is also uneasy.
You must bring the feast to the palace as soon as possible to feel at ease.
"Nothing happened."
He came to Zhao Shangxin’s dormitory and listened to it first.
In advance, he has no evil thoughts.
I want to make sure that Miss Zhao is asleep.
"Are you already asleep?"
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong raised his hand and shook the doorknob carefully.
Sometimes breaking into a boudoir is an act of apprenticeship.
But they don’t have too much scruples.
……
"No wonder the other day, the wrong son clamoured for a cool pool in the backyard …"
Zhao Shangxin sat alone in the room with a straight face and a flushed white jade hand fiddling with a set of fresh clothes.
This is a gift from her best friend when she comes early.
It is said to be the latest dress of Lengxiangge.
"Lengxiangge’s owner is Mrs. Yan, and she and Cuoko are the kind of Chinese-style chest covering that they wrote."
Miss Zhao said to herself that she couldn’t bear to look directly at the sequined clothes in her hand. It was so shameless.
It’s called a swimsuit. There’s almost no difference between the bust and the front belly pocket.
Let her accept that the other half is a triangle!
"Wrong is to let Mrs Flame wear this kind of thing to wait …"
