Chapter 7

Zero still shook his head and refused.

She's not sick. She doesn't need a royal doctor.

She just... Just... Can't accept it for a while.

Death, rebirth, like a dream, too late to think too much, has awakened.

Countless thoughts floated through my mind. Everything I saw in my eyes fought with the meticulous thinking in my brain. The little hand hidden behind the skirt was tightly clenched into a circle, with five pointed fingers embedded in the palm, which was burning pain.

Well, it's always good to have a feeling, which can at least prove that all this is real, not a dream.

She slowly calmed herself down.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. The hypoxic brain finally began to accept the master's command and operate normally.

The present situation is already the worst. The soul wears through the world, a loss, familiar things no longer exist, and all things need to be explored again.

But at least she is still alive and has the chance to start over again, as well as the future and hope.

After dying once, I understand better that the feeling of being able to breathe the air is so beautiful.

Lost everything, even if sad, compared with living, it seems that everything is worth it.

Zero closed his eyes, quickly recovered from the violent shock, and then opened his pupils. A dark purple eye wave circulated, "you don't have to pass it to the imperial doctor. The palace just slept a little dizzy. It's already good now."

Her expression was less ruthless and arrogant in the past. When looking at people, the habitual high above the top and high Qi disappeared. She was only a little more indifferent out of thin air. The light of wisdom flashed in her beautiful eyes, which was brighter and dazzling than ever before. Looking at it, the lotus moon was stunned. She remembered Ying for a long time and continued to hang her head, Pretending to be busy, I helped zero sort out the already perfect skirt.

The appearance of the imperial concubine and empress just now is really noble. There are seven colors of light behind her, which makes her face more beautiful and indescribable.

Hexiang rubbed her eyes and looked up again, but they all disappeared.

She is a beautiful woman. She sits firmly in front of the dressing table. She is no different from before. She is still her high-ranking imperial concubine.

"Hexiang, the emperor of Longguang Kingdom, what's his name?" Since he is the one to see later, it is necessary to have a superficial understanding, otherwise the next play can't be sung.

Now she could not care to arouse the little maid's suspicion.

He Xiang's face was blue and white. Because he was the personal servant of the imperial concubine, he didn't dare to neglect it. He stood up tremblingly and said softly close to the root of his ear, "the emperor's taboo is xuanyuanzun, empress, how can you even forget this."