Chapter 409

Name：Love Scourge Nirvana Robbery: A Thousand Lives of Love Author：lan ya
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After most of her life, when she saw Ning Lan, she suddenly understood that her son grew up and began to be ignorant of love.

If someone can love her son instead of her and love her son more than she does, then she has nothing to worry about

Ning Lan is a good child. Her eyes can't read wrong.

If she and tomorrow can fall in love, she can go at ease

After a slight sigh, the late imperial concubine began to sew and weave the clothes in her hand. A faint smile was embedded in the corners of her mouth. She didn't realize that there were a pair of complicated eyes staring at the late imperial concubine's lips. It was getting colder and angrier!

The veiled man standing at the door of the inner hall, word by word, like a thousand gold and heavy stones, smashed into the late imperial concubine's ears, "do you still have leisure to sew clothes?"

"Ah!" the late imperial concubine missed her hand and was stabbed with blood by the needle in her hand. When she looked at the door of the inner temple, she put her finger in her mouth.

The veiled man only took the orchids, his eyes hard to distinguish between love and hate, stared at the late imperial concubine closely, and wanted to enter the inner hall step by step.

The late imperial concubine heard the sound, looked at the people who came in step by step, slowly stood up from the chair, and the clothes in her hands fell on the ground. At night, she was particularly cold.

The late imperial concubine stared at the visitor's hand. The orchid in her hand was tied by a white rope. This... All this is too familiar, all this

Astonishment, in addition to astonishment, there is shock!

For a long time without a word, for a long time of silence, looking at each other for a long time, as if it had been a lifetime.

The late imperial concubine Yang stopped her inner impulse and asked with a very serious face, "who are you? Who are you?"

The veil man handed the orchid in his hand to the late imperial concubine, coldly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "princess, no... queen, please accept this bunch of orchids!"

The late imperial concubine trembled her hands and took over the veil. The orchids that the man handed to her gradually became ruddy. Her eyes were wet in the fog and asked again, "who are you?"

The veiled man stared at the tears hanging on the late imperial concubine's face, expressionless.