Chapter 52： Break through the Golden Temple

The stick didn't fall on him anymore, only the sound of panic kneeling all over the room.

His vision was blurred, and there was a faint glimpse of Chang Xiuxing. Except for the Queen Mother, only this figure stood in the audience.

That ... boy emperor?

Xuan Yuan clenched his teeth and climbed to the pair of silver boots with a yellow bottom.

The figure bent down slightly and stroked her shoulder.

There was a sense of ambergris flowing on her nose, and the emperor whispered, "Love concubine is suffering."

"Save ..." The voice choked in his throat.

"He will decide for you."

"Please ... save her, she's just a ... child." She shivered and pointed at the blood mass, eventually falling down.

Before the dark volume had passed, the only thing she felt was that his fingers clasped on her shoulders were slightly rigid.

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When the lights were dim, the bedpan fluttered, and the pain swallowed the body.

There seem to be countless palace people rushing in and out holding the copper basin.

Full figure, kneeling down.

"If you can't cure it, all of you will be buried with the concubine."

The sound was good, but the anger was tense.

Xuan Yuan's eyelids were heavy, only to see the bright yellow cloth flutter, and then disappeared. She reached out and tried to catch something, but it suddenly fell through. She was startled and sat up.

"Thank you, madam, you finally woke up. You don't know your Majesty is about to die."

A palace girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, looks very beautiful, and is looking at her with a look of joy.

"you are......"

"The slave is called Butterfly Wind. Her Majesty sent her to serve the mother-in-law. There is a new class of servants in the outhouse who also serve the mother-in-law. Her Majesty was afraid that she would nourish the mother-in-law and rest, but she was left here to guard.

What Xuan Yuan suddenly thought of, a hand catching butterfly wind, anxiously: "Where is my original girl? Where is she?"

When the butterfly wind heard, her face turned pale, and she threw herself down and said, "Slave ... I don't know."

"Where's the emperor?" Xuan Yuan knew and asked her, but he couldn't ask for any results.

"Hui Niangniang, just now the time has passed, the emperor should still be reviewing the memorials at the Golden Palace."

"You took me to him!"

Butterfly wind horrified: "Madam, this is not the right thing ... Your Majesty will come and see her."

"No!" Xuan Yuan spit out the word clearly and firmly, she must know the life and death of that child!

Pulling the butterfly wind rushed in the palace pavilion. Along the way, Daodao's disappointed eyes attracted.

She knew it was impulsive, and knew that it would fall into the excuse of being criticized again, but she couldn't control the trembling in her heart, if the child died ...

"Master, this is the Golden Palace, we, we—" Die Feng clutched her hand tightly and shook her head desperately.