Chapter 2875： Reality (7)

2875: Wordscapes Uncrossed Tropic-Beach 5 Answers

The follow-up to "The Tired Girl General" is:

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Cold snow covered the city, and red tiles frosted.

The eunuchs carefully used the floor heating to heat dozens of pots of flowers with various charcoal fires.

His Majesty's temper has been abnormal recently.

Everyone has a cold neck.

Although it has been said that the palace has become a dead city since the death of Yuan Hou.

No newcomer enters, and no maiden can take over.

His Majesty's only passion is political affairs.

More than once, they have heard that there are certain bold women who are going to run into their execution and are dragged out to be executed.

Later they learned that Her Majesty was disgusting to any woman.

There was even a palace woman who couldn't bear this lonely and mediocre life, and when she was on the vigil, she secretly had to touch her sleep.

Kicked out and kicked out.

But the palace maid touched his finger, which made him sick for a few days and couldn't eat.

Then they responded.

Why did the Empress Dowager of the year have the supreme favor, and even Jiang Shan was laid down for her.

Her Majesty, to the women of this world.

Can't touch, even disgusting.

And the only woman who could get him closer, had already passed away.

The **** in charge carefully held a pot of peony flowers blooming in the winter.

"This peony is good. Ronghua is full of wealth and joy. Your Majesty is sure to be happy."

The female officer came and said calmly, "Your Majesty still likes flowers that can make rouge. We take away those words that can make rouge, and Her Majesty's message.

The eunuchs immediately brought the flowers.

Under the leadership of the female officials, the court ladies took out small baskets and carefully picked flowers one by one.

Your Majesty loves this one.

Even raising flowers in winter costs money and manpower.

It was also their willingness.

Baiguan also feels that His Majesty has this hobby, which is very normal and happy to see it.

The Emperor of the Ming Emperor, who met once in a century, created the prosperity of the new dynasty.

Without any hobbies, I slammed into government affairs to the end.

Moreover, he still fights at night every day without rest.

So Mingjun, don't give him a hobby, let him rest.

How could they be so restful.

I'm exhausted.

It's really tiring-dead.

Rather than describing a certain state.

The maids came out of the palace with their flower baskets and stood still. The **** came over to pick them up.

Now women can't approach Her Majesty, and they usually salute when they meet.

The **** put the flowers on the table, and a row of flowers looked very pleasant in the middle of the winter moon.

Inside the palace, a wall shelf was set up with beautiful boxes.

They are all rouge.

The eunuchs heard the voice of the emperor returning to the palace and immediately went out to salute.

In the heavy snow, Xin Wu held an oil-paper umbrella and stood behind the man expressionlessly.

Lu Xinglan's expression was indifferent, dressed in a black coat, and he didn't leave much marks on his face over the years.

Is the thin white hair hidden in the hair.

Ten years have made him more calm and introverted, ruthless.

Xin Wu raised his eyes and saw the white hair between his hair. He was silent and could not say anything to advise him.

These white hairs are still too early for Lu Xinglan's age.

But thinking of these years, he is alive with a mentality of dying himself.

I also feel ... there are too few white hairs.

The body almost seemed like he was tossing himself like that, not to mention the white hair, the body was in the grave.

That is to say, Lu Xinglan had been in the frontiers in his early years, and his bones had been worn out with a toughness.

(End of this chapter)