Chapter 2862： The tired and tired little general of the tired general (126)

2862 Born-1960

I looked at the glasses and read two sentences to myself, after the poems of the concubine damaging the people of the country for being too beautiful.

Bai Weiwei only Shi Shiran got up, "Well, I remember, let's go."

The system took a sip of the expensive burger, "Where to go?"

Bai Weiwei: "Don't you get points for work? It's time tomorrow. If you don't do it, the main line will fail."

After that, she walked towards the old palace maid next to her and let her lead the dungeon.

She has recently become accustomed to doing well in the harem.

Just don't increase points.

The people in the palace are snobbish, watching how she might be so favored against her.

Moreover, Lu Xinglan also forgot to give the death order, so she was not allowed to visit the former imperial emperor.

The little emperor is not doing well.

But the dungeon is not a place for torture.

I lived in the best cell, cleaned every day, wearing simple cloth shoes and eating simple food.

There are still a few books to pass the time.

Lu Xinglan didn't abuse him much.

Just shut him down and don't let him out.

He meant to kill people.

Or raise people.

If the Emperor is mistreated, Bai Weiwei hears that he is very desolate, and what to do if he wants to protect him.

Will Yuan Yuan be pitiful again, thinking about the time they spent together after Yuan Zhen robbed her of entering the palace.

Lu Xinglan never concealed his careful eyes, and the possibility of reminding Bai Weiwei of Yuan Zhen was not given at all.

Yuan Zhen is alive and well, no shortage of food and drink, and no one abuses.

Also clean.

Can't sell miserably.

Anyway, a wealthy emperor who was honored and favored, and was served by everyone, was thrown into a simple and liberty ghost place, and usually kept.

Already tortured.

Lu Xinglan didn't believe it and raised it for ten or eight years.

Bai Weiwei can still remember this little bastard.

Yes, he still panicked at those who got the news.

Jealous.

That's why the little emperor died passively.

When Bai Weiwei came to the dungeon, the guards were all carpeted all the way, busy expressing apologies.

"The dungeon has been cleaned, but you are noble lady, how can you set foot on such a place, your feet cannot be hurt by the cold ground."

Who dares to make Bai Weiwei uncomfortable.

Anxious to be a Buddha.

Today's holy heart treasure, Jiangshan is all for her.

Every day, Lu Xinglan is in the empty position beside her.

She was unwilling to go up.

Lu Xinglan was also unwilling to take the chair away.

This honor power makes Bai Weiwei a treasure wherever she goes now.

The little emperor sat with a sulky face, and he was looking down at the stones with small stones and painting flowers on the wall.

When Bai Weiwei was standing outside at first, he didn't notice.

No one here is willing to talk to him.

He stopped talking for a long time.

Even distractions.

The only relief for him was painting something on the wall.

Often various flowers.

Outside the cell, someone brought a chair for her to sit on.

The cell was empty.

Leave Emperor and Bai Weiwei.

Yuan Zhen also learned later, he looked back, but saw the girl sitting outside the locked cell.

She is even more beautiful.

The upper body of the Chinese dress couldn't hold her half-glorious, and a string of colored glass eighteen sons hung on her exquisite rugged wrists, and the beautiful spikes fell under the cuffs, crumbling.

Beautiful appearance, with a touch of lipstick, lips red and moist.

She looks so good that she uses what is the most expensive thing to offer.

It's all her foil.

(End of this chapter)