The child was sharp from childhood. The queen didn't like her. She should have seen it at a glance.

The tree carries the small 15, along the winding road of the gravel ahead.

In the withered garden in winter, there are only a few small flowers that are not afraid of the bitter cold, and come out of the land.

For fear of the variation of flowers and trees, the palace built various kinds of gardens as early as two years ago. Some exotic flowers and plants were directly cut down. Generally, the most common flowers and plants were planted, and the variation never occurred.

"Niang, I am thinking, is this marriage a little hasty?" Arbor sits on a swing frame and lightly points the ground.

She raised her body slightly and raised her hand to touch the thin little fifteen in her arms.

Wei Ziqin's eyes are filled with a touch of uncertainty. Is it possible to say that his daughter's heart is in retreat?

"Qiao Qiao, my mother told you that Xiao Mo is a good boy. Don't annoy him." You say that the prince is not wronged. What these women have done has to fall on him again.

Wei Ziqin is a bystander. Xiao Mo is so kind to her daughter. But she looks into her eyes. If there is anything wrong with her, she is determined not to marry her daughter.

"Niang, that nurse is the Queen's person."

Therefore, the play was arranged by the empress Zhao.

It's just that in the middle of the show, there is the variable of Yinggui, or maybe after the variable of Yinggui, the play becomes more wonderful.

In other words, there is no such noble lady Ying. Today, the mistress will tell the queen in front of all the ladies.

The queen wants to be dignified and grandly deprive Princess Zheng of the right to raise her daughter.

Wei Ziqin looked at her daughter in shock. "You? How do you know? "

The tree sneered and sighed, "maybe my eyes are bright."

"Elder sister, you are so powerful!" "You can see that, then you will not suffer any loss in the future," said Jolin, who sat admiringly on another one and stared at her sister with adoring eyes

"Sister, sister!" The little child sitting in the tree's arms could not pronounce clearly.

"Although you have father and mother, you are a child without father and mother..." The tree stroked the head of xiao15, and his eyes fell in the distance.

A winter's withering, her eyes seem to fall on the far side.

Jolin looked at her sister sitting next to her, and there was a feeling that seemed untouchable.

is just like the elder sister at this moment. It's just a bubble like illusion. When she touches her hand, it looks as if she wants to break.

"Joe Joe." Wei Ziqin couldn't see this kind of empty and numb expression on the child's face. He quickly reached out and pulled her off the swing frame, hugged her in his arms and patted her on the back.

"Qiao Qiao, my daughter, there is a mother in everything."

"Elder sister, there is Xiao Lin there! Xiao Lin will protect you! " Jolin also jumped down from the swing, stretched out her small arms, and held her sister from behind.

Arbor returned to God, not from a smile, "what are you doing, I'm ok."

She just had a lot of emotion in her heart.

Small 15 from two people drill a small head, look at this and then look at that, eyes full of confusion.

"Joe Joe, let's go home!"