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Qian Yumo grabbed Shufei's little hand and kneaded it and said, "My concubine, when I get the unique delicacy in the world, I only enjoy it with my concubine. Let's spend the festival together without anyone, okay?"

The king really drank too much, regardless of the queen's side.

However, I'm afraid there is only one thousand feathers of ink.

Everyone exchanged glances, and their eyes were full of irony, but isn't such a national lord what they need?

"I don't care. Anyway, you just want to catch people. Don't you keep watching where you put people? Gu must eat the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Who else wants to taste it first? You might as well say to Gu Yi, who is happy, maybe..."

The Ministry of Household Shangshu Yingruocheng restrained his courtesy and said in a low voice, "Since the king opened his mouth, he is a minister..."

Ying Ruocheng was previously squeezed by Feng Liang, Shang Jing and others, but now he has the opportunity to see them suffer and is willing to give a "mear strength".

"I also want to ask for a reward for the Prime Minister." Ying Ruocheng did not squint, as if what he said at the present was indeed a solemn thing: "The Prime Minister has always loved delicious food, but because of his hard work and physical weakness, he could not attend the palace banquet today..."

In fact, relying on his identity as a supervisor of the vassal states sent by the Celestial Empire, the Prime Minister has always been arrogant and rude, requires special treatment for everything, disdains to be with ministers, and does not pay attention to the lord of the country, but his health is also true. I heard that it is thirst-quenching.

"For the king's benevolence, you might as well send such delicious food to the prime minister's house, comfort the sick body, congratulate the festival, and the prime minister will definitely meet..."

"The Yingqing family is very thoughtful." Qian Yumo shot the case and exclam: "That's it! On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I want to taste the world's first delicacy with the Prime Minister and spend the festival together. By the way, she must do it with her own hands, even if the shopkeeper of Xianglou will do it that day!"

He specially emphasized "with his own hands" and had other intentions, but it seemed that there was no such a way to "make achievements and sins" in ancient times, but who made him a "stupid king"? And he pulled out the flag of the Prime Minister again...

Sometimes, although this flag is sinister, now it is taken out and waved twice to make the best use of it.

As for delicious food, old people like to eat or not. Anyway, this is the heart of the monarch. If anyone doesn't know how to stop this heart given to old people...

So early the next morning, Luo Wener was released from Shengjing Prison.

Unlike other prisoners who either rolled home alone or were greeted by their relatives, Luo Wener was placed in a spacious and comfortable warm car, escorted by government officials, and returned to Tianxiang Tower with infinite scenery.

Because there was no prediction in advance, when Zhao Yi and others came from home when they heard the news and saw Luo Wen, who was parked at the gate of Tianxiang Building and held out the dying breath in the sedan chair, they all felt that they had hallucinations because they had been suffering from mental strength recently.

However, more hallucinations are yet to come.

Some people came from the palace... The royal doctor took several palace ** calm old faces and let them see what a suspended pulse was. Then when the people in the palace came out, they saw a clean but extremely weak shopkeeper as before.

Zhang's mother held Luo Wen'er's hand wrapped like a branch and cried with tears: "How can you get such a hand?"

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"Bang"!

The good gold-rimmed snow porcelain cup fell on the ground of lapis lazuli and fell to pieces.

Zhang Linqiao glanced at the debris in the tea, shook his beard and opened his eyes.

"Wang Shang..."

"Get out!"

Concubine Shu was so scared that she shudled and stopped abruptly.

Qian Yumo frowned and tried to suppress his anger, but the exit was still cold: "You go back to the palace first and see you later."

Concubine Shu didn't want to leave, but today's situation is obviously not that she will get greater rewards for playing petty things.

How could the king be so angry? Her face was snow-white, her eyebrows were darker, her eyes were darker, and her body was full of cold air, and the corners of her purple robe floated quietly, making her feel cold at the bottom of her heart just by looking up.

However, he is like a sheathed steel blade, which is more exciting. She can't help but imagine that this explosive power would gallop on her body...

She was a little distracted and couldn't control herself, but she had to bend her knees aggrievedly: "My concubine is leaving."

I turned around step by step, but I didn't see the slightest favor of that person.

When she arrived at the door, she still reluctantly called out, "Wang, my concubine made Wang Shang's favorite Sydney soup and waited for Wang Shang."

The man stood with his hands on his hands, as if he didn't hear it.

Since entering the palace and inheriting the favor, when will you encounter such a cold encounter?

She immediately pouted and shed tears. She felt that she was touching, like delicate flowers and dew, because even Dr. Zhang's eyes were amazing, and in the past, that person could not bear to bear pity.

But today, he is motionless.

After Shufei disappeared, Qian Yumo frowned slightly.

Windless, open sleeves automatically.

Zhang Linqiao immediately withdrew his thoughts and was also surprised. Why did the man in front of him not say a word, but it made him so awe-hearted? It's like a ghost giving birth to a cloudy wind, passing through the forest without leaving any vitality.

"The hand bone is cracked, and one section has been smashed. Fortunately, it is the little finger of the left hand..."

Lucky?

Qian Yumo sneered and clenched his fist. The trace of being bitten by her was harmless and bloodless, but there was a faint pain, which was a long-lost pain.

"It will be difficult to bend and stretch in the future..."

Is it just "just"?

"There is also skin trauma. The government official's hand was very accurate and did not hurt her hipbone..."

"So, should I award the award?"

Qian Yumo turned his head slightly, his eyes were shining like a knife, and the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling.

Zhang Linqiao seemed to be pierced by this expression and hurriedly changed his tone: "However, the new wound covers the old wound. There has been no interruption or treatment for half a month, so the skin is ulcerated and sticks to the clothes. It's easy to take it off today..."

Half a month without interruption? You shouldn't be so cruel to a strong man, right?

Take a deep breath, but the chest seems to be blocked by a huge block, accompanied by the tightening fist, which swells more and more.

"Her calf..." Zhang Linqiao glanced at the man in front of him, but saw that his wide shoulders shook, he hurriedly lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth to report truthfully: "He was also tortured, his left leg and his fibula was broken, and his right foot... He was injured, but this time he was broken again. I'm afraid..."

Qianyu turned around and his eyes were like electricity.

Zhang Linqiao sweated coldly: "I don't know if I can keep it, I..."

"Doctor Zhang, send your only son to the palace tomorrow. I feel very lonely..."

Zhang Linqiao suddenly raised his eyes and immediately knelt down to the ground: "I will do my best to cure the injury of the shopkeeper Luo!"

"I believe you, you are the best trauma doctor in the palace. Usually, I and the women don't have a chance to get hurt. Unfortunately, with your skills, now you have such a great opportunity to show your talents..."

"I will do my best..."

"Buddha said that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level Futu slaughter. In fact, the treatment of injuries is the same."

"Wang Shang..."

"Well, let's send my son in. That little guy is also greedy. When he gets the only one that day, I don't know how happy he will be..."

"...chen, follow the order."

"Anyway, I must eat the Lantern Festival made by her 'hands' on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!"