Hua Fan closed her eyes painfully: "Are all the unexpected encounters with you in the palace true?" In the huge Sui Palace, he could always easily meet her in just three months. Such a big flaw. It was not until today that Yu Shiji's words completely awakened her. Pei Ju could no longer say it.

Hua Fan cried and said, "I have been in a relationship with the King of Sui for a long time. He mentioned many times that he wanted to marry me, but his wife did not agree. As long as he wanted to do, he never made a mistake. Do you think what I said is right?" "Wrong!" He Ruobi hugged her tightly: "It's all wrong!"

He suddenly thought of something: "It's Li Bing, I love you for a long time. I know your whereabouts through Li Bing, so we can meet this time! Hua Fan, isn't this good? Don't you like me? Don't you love me?" Hua Fan slowly broke free from his hands and looked at him with pain.

For this, she almost caused the wife to lose her child. For this reason, she satirized her again and again. Now looking back, it turns out that this is everything she has always wanted? She has believed in a liar until now! All of this is a complete scam! Pei Ju deceived her! She retreated and then, and withdrew from his arms.

He Ruobi went in and out again and again, trying to pull her into his arms. Huafan wiped away the tears and looked at him with a smile. He Ruobi said, "Draw fan, don't laugh." Huafan asked, "How can you enter if there is no token in the Sui Palace? That is where the wife lives. If there is no Sui King's reply, how can you enter!"

"Pei Ju, you deceived me again and again!" She slowly took off the jade hairpin from her hair and threw it on the ground. With a clang, the jade hairpin was thrown in half. "You and I are still so jade in this life. I painted fan and you, Pei Ju, have no gratitude in this life!" She stared at his eyes and said word by word. Painted fan is a determined woman. She is kind, innocent by nature, and believes in love.

Pei Ju deceived her, and she also chose to pull out her knife and stab the two of them together, and with their dead love, it snowed. It was white and the earth was put on new clothes. Pei Ju squatted down and picked up the broken jade hairpin. It was the love gift he gave her.

That day, the King of Sui asked him to enter the palace and asked him to marry a palace maid next to his wife, but he refused. But when he knew that the palace maid was a painting fan, his heart shaking instantly. On that day, the encounter under the palace wall was a treasure bag embroidered with his name and the warm hands. There was no more. He was lucky and always thought that the painting fan would be with him.

Although his original intention was not good, he always loved her! But... now all this is over. No, it's not over yet! He and Huafan are not over yet. Madam, Madam, yes, Madam, and Madam can definitely persuade Huafan to stop Huafan. Pei Ju suddenly looked up, untied the carriage, and rode a fast horse to run towards the palace wall.

In the Sui Palace, there was a busy mass, and Gala had a high fever. Yang stood inside, and Sun Simiao had a heavy vein. He asked, "How?" He got up early and was fine, and he hugged the child. It started to get hot after the snow in the afternoon. Hua Shang came in with a wooden basin and twisted a hot handkerchief to wipe her face.

Sun Simiao left her hand for a long time, and his expression was much heavier than before. He said, "The body was forced into a desperate situation by the child, and it was really dangerous to have a difficult labor." The child was held by the wet nurse outside, as if he could sense the mother's crying.

His health is not good. He has been born for so long and is still yellow all over. He drinks some milk every day like a kitten. At night, the wet nurse couldn't help but coax the child, and the child lived in Yang Jian's side hall. Yang Jian sighed and didn't have time to take care of the child, so he just asked him: "How should I adjust it?"

Sun Simiao said: "You can only reduce the fever first and then treat it later. But you must not catch cold water in the future, even in summer." "Remember, you prescribe medicine." His face was unusually serious. The wet nurse was coming in with the child in, looking embarrassed: "King of Sui, the young prince cried very much."

Yu Shiji was standing aside and lowered his body to scold, "Idiot, what's the use for you? Didn't you see that the lady is sick?" The wet nurse was stunned by the scolding and did not dare to act rashly. The child was squirming with her little mouth and cried violently. Sun Simiao glanced at her and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The wet nurse shook her head anxiously, afraid of being scolded by Yang Jian, and repeatedly said, "I just fed it, I just fed it." "Oh." He grabbed the child's hand pulse from the cradle and listened carefully: "The jaundice is more serious, but it's okay." Yang Jian took care of Garo and asked someone to bring a cloth again. He personally took her arm and wiped it.

But the person who was on the way seemed to have sensed and his mouth moved. Yang Jian was happy and quickly lowered his head to listen, "Child, child..." She could hear the child's crying. Yang Jian quickly waved his hand and asked the wet nurse to carry the child and put it beside her. It was strange. The child was the most difficult to coax, but once he put it beside her, he stopped crying, wriggling his mouth, and his eyes turned around and seemed to be looking for something.

"Your mother is here." He picked up the child and whispered. "A Guang, this is your mother." This was the name he gave to the prince, and he didn't have time to tell Gala. He gave birth to you for his father's selfishness. A Guang, you must be filial to her in the future.

A Guang, who was just born, opened his confused eyes, and he didn't understand. And for a long time, his mother was unfamiliar to him. Even though he kept hearing others say that only his wife loves you the most in the world. But he still doesn't know why his mother never stretched out her hand to hug him? It turns out that this is the love of her mother.

The high fever caused Gala to be unconscious for a long time. Yang Jian wanted to be a father and a mother. After a busy day, he sat in front of Gala with a beard and stared at her. "Wake up quickly." He said. "It was snowing outside for a day. A Guang saw the snow for the first time. Maybe he knew you were sick, and he was also depressed."

Yang Jian held her hand and tried hard to use the heat of his hands to warm her coldness. But after a while, Yang Jian was surprised to find that her hands were moving. Just as he was about to be happy, she tossed and turned, her cheeks were red, and her brows were frowning. "Galao, Gala!" Yang Jian stood up and touched her forehead.

As soon as he touched the heat on her forehead, he was burned by the heat on her forehead. Gala had a fever again. He patted her forehead and hurriedly called her name, trying to wake her up. Gala really woke up, but just opened her eyes and looked at him. "Gala, wake up."

Yang Jian helped her up in surprise: "You are so hot, I'll send someone to call Sun Simiao, don't sleep." Galuo whimpered and panted softly: "Yang Jian, I, I feel so painful..." "Where does it hurt?" He touched her back. She turned her head and was dizzy: "It hurts all." "Gala..." Yang Jian shouted again, she had fainted.

"Send Sun Simiao to come here!" Yang Jian was extremely anxious and shouted out. It was late at night, and there was a clattering sound outside the wooden boards in the corridor. Hua Shang was the first to open the door and rushed in: "King of Sui." "Sun Simiao, the wife is burning again."

Hua Shang saw that Gala in his arms had red cheeks and no longer had any consciousness. He was frightened. Before he could arrange for other Jinwuwei palace maids to run out. When he ran out of the corridor, he remembered that he asked someone to send hot soup in to wipe the wife. The snow was soaking, and the lights in the hall were brightly lit all night.

Sun Simiao said that it had already reached the top of the head, so he should pay attention to it tonight, and carefully burned his head. Yang Jian guarded her all night, always paying attention to her temperature, wiping and cleaning, and doing it himself. He didn't even miss the medicine. However, the wet nurse came to report in the middle of the night, "The young prince vomited milk at night."

Yang Jian called and carried A Guang over, watching the child while coaxing the child. The mother and son fucked him without having children, and they made him feel scared day and night. Ayong did not have this when he was a child, but this child, from the first sight of him, seemed to have lived in vain in the last life, and for two lives, just to wait for him.

The child fell asleep in his arms, his small face and red mouth looked like someone. Yang Jian put him beside Gala, covered him with a quilt, and held his arms to look at the mother and son. He touched Gala's forehead, and it was no longer hot. He rubbed the child's hands, which were warm, and his heart had never felt before.

Let's go to bed, and get up quickly after sleeping, hiding behind him, letting him support the world for them, mother and son. After the day, the snow stopped, and opened the wooden door. The snow in the corridor had stopped. The cold and white earth was covered with ice and snow. The plum blossoms were red or yellow, blooming, and with flower buds, standing tall on the branches, reciting their fragrance and integrity.

Hua Shang and others crawled on the ground and sent Yang Jian out. Just now, just now, just as the sky was dawn, the military headquarters had an urgent matter. Yang Jian suppressed him for an hour, and now he had to go. "Super your wife, if you have something to do, please send Yu Shiji to call me..."

"Yes." Hua Shang didn't dare to look up at this handsome man with Fengshen. She began to feel terrible since the beginning of Mrs. Qin's affairs. Perhaps it was not the wife's indifference to the King of Sui, but the person who knows the King of Sui best in this world is the wife, because she stays away from it because she understands it.

But what was the King of Sui who did it and made his wife choose this path? Hua Shang was a little confused. Yang Jian paused for a moment, tidied up the collar with his slender fingertips in the mirror, turned his head to Yu Shiji and said, "You stay too." Yu Shiji naturally understood: "Yes."

Yang Jian's eyes were calm and dark, and the ruthlessness and death of another person was hidden behind him. He was unwilling to come at this time. He always had a desperate situation in his work, and he was so guarding against others that he had no way out. "Do you know Yu Shiji?" He said last when he left.

Yu Shiji sent him out of the hall door: "I know." Where did the Huafan go? It was a difficult time for Gala, and the same was true for Gala. She carried the box sent by Gala to the river. The night was cool, and the snow covered the water surface, and thin layers of ice were formed. She stood in front of the wind, looking at the white earth.

I really want to jump for life, and I don’t think about anything or face it. A fisherman walked by the river and stopped and said, “It’s cold at night, girl, please go home quickly.” “Home?” She frowned. Where can she have a home? Pei Ju is a liar, and she betrayed her wife and said so many ugly things.

She could never go back. "The river was icy and snowy. It was broken when it jumped down. The river was flooding. If you didn't want to die, you would die." The man shook his head, packed the fishing gear and left alone. He fanned the box and tried hard to use his body temperature to warm the cold box. She had nothing left!

When Huafan remembered the past, he wanted to slap himself hard. The cold wind blew on her robe. The last bell and drum sounded tonight in the distance, like a death-hunting sound. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and raised the box. The box was smashed, and the ice broke, and there was no need to think about anything when she jumped down.

She did the same, but when she lifted the box high, it seemed like a gust of wind blew, and the wind was carrying a sound. "Drawing fan..." "Madam." It was the wife's voice. Looking back, there was someone there. No one, and the wife didn't want her anymore. This feeling of despair instantly drowned her, and the heart of the flower fan was as cold as a dream. "Drawing fan..."

In a coma, Gala shouted softly, and Yang Jian paused his hands. "Where is the painting fan? Gala, you are confused, wake up quickly." "Madam!" The painting fan by the river put down the box and looked around looking around. "Madam..." she shouted.

But this quiet night was nothing. The dark night hugged her body. The painting fan was too cold. She squatted down and touched the wooden box and cried loudly. She was wrong, really wrong. It was dawn, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth, and the snow refracted different colors under different lights.

Hua Shang brought the hot soup to wipe her body, but was surprised to find that she was awake. Gala looked back at her with the bedding, his face turned red, and he was pale unnaturally, and his eyes were brown and yellow, and he looked very tired, but he woke up even though he was so excited! Hua Shang couldn't hold on, so he ran over quickly and knelt beside her.

"Madam, you are awake!" She cried softly, which scared her. Garo raised a smile tiredly, smiled and stretched out his hand to touch her hair: "Yes, I'm awake." He said again: "You are scared." Hua Shang nodded hard: "It's not just scared, everyone is worried about it."

"I just felt tired and lay down and slept for a night, but I didn't expect to scare you." She said apologetically. "It's good that the lady wakes up." Hua Shang hurriedly helped her lie down, twisted the hotplate to wipe her face, and said, "You don't know, the King of Sui is guarding you. I will send someone to tell the King of Sui." "Wait." Garo held her hand and called her.

"What's wrong, Madam?" Hua Shang asked strangely. "I, come here, I'll tell you something." She smiled tiredly. Hua Shang sat down and looked at her. "Is there any news coming to the painting fan?" She asked. Hua Shang frowned, thought about it carefully for a while, and shook her head: "No, I didn't hear the news last night."

As he said that, he asked again, "Madam, what's wrong with the girl who painted the fan?" Garo lowered his head and sighed: "I seemed to dream of her last night." "Ah!" "It's not a good dream." She said, "It seems very painful to see her standing by the river."

Hua Shang was silent for a while and shook his head: "Madam, the girl Huafan is getting married from the palace, how could she be in pain?" Yes, Huafan is marrying Pei Ju. Apart from the ending of Pei Ju's early death, he is really good at Huafan, and he is irreplaceable. What are she still worried about?

But the feeling last night was so real that she had to wonder if the painting fan was really in trouble. Gala thought for a while: "You go out and ask me what the painting fan is like. I, I am very worried about her." Hua Shang looked at her and hesitated for a while: "Madam, do you don't want the King of Sui to know about this?"

That's why she didn't let her call King Sui back. "Yes." Gala nodded and held her hand: "I can only trust you now." Hua Shang stared at her deeply and sat down: "Okay, ma'am, I will definitely find the girl who painted the fan. If she could let her come to the palace?" "Yes." Gala nodded: "I have to see her before I can rest assured."

The feeling in her dream last night was too real, and she couldn't breathe. There was a palace maid outside the door: "Miss Huashang, is your wife awake?" Huashang looked back at the door: "Wake up, what's wrong?" "Mr. Zhang is waiting for the wife to summon her." The palace maid said, "Madam." Huafan asked her.

Gala felt tired, but the person in front of her was Yang Jian's eyeliner. She had to see her now. Gala nodded at her: "Come on it." "Come on it--" The wooden door was opened, and the snow scene in the corridor was fully visible. Gala looked at Yu Shiji and lowered his head from outside and walked in respectfully.

"Madam--" Yu Shiji crawled in and saw the lady sitting upright. He knelt down first: "Madam, I wish you a blessing. Give me strength. Wen. Learning.net" "Get up." Galaxu raised his hand and smiled at him. Yu Shiji felt in his heart, and looked up at her quietly. Seeing that she was tired and pale, he thought that what Sun Simiao said was true. She was tired of just an ordinary cold and tired of her. If she had a serious illness in the future, she would be dangerous.

He knew that Yang Jian respected his wife, and he did not dare to show any of it, so he bowed to her and said, "It's good that the lady wakes up, but I don't know how the King of Sui has spent it." As soon as a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door, Gala couldn't help but cover his mouth and wheeze and cough several times.

"Close the door!" Hua Shang came forward and waved his hand to scold her, and hurriedly scooped up his cloak to cover her. Garo shook his hand and stroked his chest to signal her to retreat, while saying to Yu Shiji: "You guys were working hard last night. I'm fine now. You go and serve the King of Sui." Yu Shiji thought for a while and asked, "Will the subordinate call the King of Sui come back?"

"No." Gala took a deep breath: "He has a lot of things, and there is no need to spend time on me. You can send someone to tell him that I wake up, and you don't have to come back specially." "Yes." This was just right for him. Yu Shiji stopped and nodded from time to time. After Gala finished speaking, he asked again: "Would the lady want to meet the little prince?"

She was about to lie down to rest, but now she talked for a while, and she was exhausted and started to feel dizzy. But when she heard the news about the child, her eyes suddenly lit up and she struggled to ask, "Where is the child? Come and let me see." She has only really hugged him once since he was born. She only remembers that she is red and very powerful.
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