Chapter III first wife (Yi Geng)

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date="2021-04-21"

title="Chapter III first wife (Yi Geng)"

weight="128119"

series = ["Imperial Favour"]

mode = "manual"

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After the meal, Tang Zhaozhao was at a loss. Huo Qiu had always had a strong sense of existence. As soon as her tall body leaned over, she dodged subconsciously, and the moistening of her palms poured on the veil.

In her previous life, her eyes were full of Wang Yi, and she did an excellent job in dealing with Huo Qiu. She never said one more word about what she should not have said, and she answered what she asked. For a long time, she thought she was tired of each other, and she became more and more perfunctory.

But now that she does it again, she doesn't want to make the same mistake again, but this way of getting along. She was really upset.

Huoqiu's eyes grew cold when she saw her like this, and her mind seemed to be clearly written on her face, and in vain he came here in vain.

The eunuch and the maid retreated in an orderly manner, leaving only Huo Qiu and Tang Zhuozhao's eyes facing each other, the aroma curling up to mid-air, and scattered by some cool night wind, leaving no trace.

"Don." He was angry and jealous at the bottom of his heart, and his face was naturally ugly, and his voice was as cold as the ice in three or nine days.

Huo Qiu was gloomy and resolute, and when his face sank in a previous life, even the raucous speech officer dared not say half a word more. Tang Huozhao looked up into his expressionless pupil and could not help but be stupefied.

"the concubine is here." Tang Zhuozhao responded cleverly, pulling a few strands of broken hair on the sideburns behind his ears, revealing white jade-like auricles and ear beads, emitting a delicate light.

Huo Qiu's eyes were a little darker.

"since Gu has given you the identity of the prince's wife, you should know what you should and should not have."

Huoqiu, afraid that she would not listen, spoke so heavily that she laughed angrily at the thought of the portrait she had found in her cupboard in the morning.

The real wife of his prince Ming, who is being married by the media, looks at the man in the portrait all day in order to solve his lovesickness. Rao is that no matter how calm he is, he can't bear such a great shame.

It was precisely because of such a sentence in the previous life that the relationship that was about to reach the freezing point was completely broken. The loyal officials of the Tang family from generation to generation, Tang Zhuozhao was born in such a family from childhood, and his temper naturally had nothing to lose.

Even if that person is Emperor Chongjian.

Now think about it, if he really wants to care, not only himself, but also the Tang family will have to struggle with it.

Tang Zhuozhao pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the broad palms hanging from his side, looking a little dazed, remembering the warm temperature of the palms on her portrait.

"I will keep it in mind." It took her a long time to make a soft voice to Huoqiu's lukewarm eyes, and her voice echoed softly in the somewhat empty hall.

From Huoqiu's point of view, her slender eyelashes fell like a thick row of small brushes that tickled her heart.

Huoqiu's throat was a little itchy, and the fundus of her eyes slipped quickly with a trace of surprise, and the hand hanging on her side tightened and loosened again.

The hall became incomparably quiet for a moment, only vaguely listening to one or two cicadas outside on the treetops. Tang Zhuozhao knew what Huo Qiu meant, but came to warn and knock.

She wanted to explain, but she seemed a little powerless at the thought of the painting that had caused them to argue.

Huo Qiu looked at the graceful woman in front of her, from her delicate face to her long, snow-white neck to her unbearable waist.

This woman is beautiful everywhere, but she has no conscience.

"I still have something to do. I'll go first." Huoqiu took a deep look at her and walked out. Tang was stunned slightly, and her bright eyes dimmed.

Well, freezing three feet wasn't built in a day, it should come slowly. Even if she can't give Huo Qiu the same affection, she can always do what a Donggong imperial concubine should do.

Thinking in this way, Tang sighed from the bottom of his heart, but there were a few wisps of smile on his face, and naturally bowed down: "send your Highness."

When he reached the thick pearl curtain, Huo Qiu's brow frowned suddenly, and the gold-embroidered boots gave a slight pat, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable frost, and even his thin jaw bounced a little tighter.

"Today, Wang Yi, a powerful general, asked to marry the second daughter of Ning Yuanhou."

At this point, he paused and did not look at her expression, looking as heavy as a mist: "my father asked for his lonely opinion today, and he felt well alone."

Even if she is going to make a scene later, but if it can completely stop her thoughts, he will do it magnanimously again.

The friendship of childhood is nothing in Huoqiu's eyes. No matter how beautifully Wang Yi said it, he immediately changed his face as soon as he was asked to calm down the war in Northwest China and then marry Tang Zhuozhao.

How much affection can you have?

In the end, wasn't he the one who led the army to marry her? Instead of waiting for the younger generation to get angry, she might as well gather under her wings to protect her.

It's just that I never thought of bringing people to my side, but I became myself when I was angry every day.

Tang Zhuozhuo listened to his words, his heart under a Rin, the palm of the good handkerchief Qin on a little bit of dampness. Now that the late Emperor was critically ill and the prince was in charge of the country, what he thought was good was basically a foregone conclusion.

It was this news in a previous life that brought their already bad relationship to a freezing point. Tang Zhuozhao recalled his previous life, looking a little dazed, and then he wanted to open his mouth to speak, and he saw that Huo Qiu did not know when to turn around, and his eagle-sharp eyes fell on her face, frowning gloomily.

Tang Zhuozhao could not help feeling a little flustered. She pursed her lips and whispered, "your Highness doesn't have to tell my concubine what's going on in the court."

Huoqiu's eyes paused for a moment, and then she turned away, with a slight mockery in her voice: "Yes, too."

Having said that, he strode out of the Yiqiu Palace. Seeing this posture, Zhang Desheng, who was waiting on the outside, hurriedly waved the dust and followed him and dared not say a word.

This is obviously fine during the meal, how did the master become such a scene as soon as he came out?

There was a starry chill in the wind of the summer night, and the maid was walking along the path of the sheep's intestines with a lamp. Except for the tiny footsteps, there was only the rustle of leaves blown by the wind. Huoqiu gave a cold hum from the bottom of her heart when she remembered the anomaly of the woman in the temple just now.

After all, he could not please her at all. Huo Qiu closed his eyes fiercely, and the chill all over his body was particularly obvious. Zhang Desheng swallowed his saliva and carefully weighed his mouth: "your Highness, your Majesty is thinking of you in her heart." the lackey just heard Anxia say that the empress was waiting for you for dinner. "

Huoqiu did not blink an eye, so that he could listen to some of these words before, but now that she has been married for half a year, Haosheng has said no more than ten fingers to him.

If you do too much with a hot face and a cold ass, you will naturally feel cold.

He turned the glowing jade wrench on his hand, looking indiscernible.

Women all over the world may please him, but Tang Zhaozhao won't.

That's a heartless guy.

The author has something to say: Zhaozhuo is really my own daughter, and everyone should like her.