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Subei looked down at the small radish holding his leg and thought it was quite possible. The variable is on him.
748: "I think the variable is yours."
Northern Jiangsu: "?"
Before waiting for the explanation of 748, the little radish looked up and looked at Northern Jiangsu with dark eyes, "Are you a national teacher?"
North Jiangsu responded.
Xiao Daitou said again: "Can you help me?"
Subei felt that he somewhat understood why 748 said so.
Because he remembered who this little radish head was.
Faint King once had a queen, and because of the concubine's troubles, she was beaten into the cold palace.
The queen, with a son, is the child in front of her.
After entering the cold palace, the queen has been raised by Rou Fei.
Now it seems that that Rou Fei is not a good guardian.
Whether the Beiming Kingdom is declining or strong should depend on whether the North Jiangsu will help this little turnip head.
Subei reached out his hand and touched the head of the small radish head. Okay, he still had a soft snack.
The little turnip head's frozen face turned red, but it was calm, "My mother is dying soon, the national teacher will be able to save her, right?"
Northern Jiangsu was not sure, so he said: "I'll follow you to see how?"
The little radish nodded, and North Jiangsu took the hand of the little radish and went downstairs.
Just out of the Star Picking Tower, a bird hovered over Subei's head and dropped a letter.
Subei looked at the letter on the ground, and the words on the envelope were flying.
The so-called characters are like people, and North Jiangsu knows that it comes from Feng Tianjiao's handwriting.
Subei stooped to pick up the letter and didn't read it immediately. Instead, he quietly waited for his little radish to say to An: "Go."
The two quickly reached the cold palace.
The veritable cold palace, northern Jiangsu is a jade with Feng Tianjiao, all frozen a little trembling.
The radish head seemed to be used to it, and then rushed into the house before entering the cold palace.
Subei also followed.
The coldness is even better, as if it penetrates into the bone.
There was a man lying on the bed, his face pale and papery, and he had more air and less air.
The quilt on her body felt frozen and hard, and North Jiangsu could not bear to look at it.
Anyway, the sign of near death is not saved.
The little radish head held the woman's hand by the bed. "My mother, I took the master teacher to see you. You will be fine."
The woman seems to have such a spirit, and looking at the north of Jiangsu, it seems like she has caught the straw.
Two steps forward in northern Jiangsu, the woman opened her mouth and said intermittently: "I know very well how I am, so I won't trouble the national teacher."
"Just invited the national teacher to take care of Yeer for me."
Then her eyes stared straight at Beibei, as if Beibei did not agree, she would never let Beibei die.
Northern Jiangsu opened his mouth, "The lady is at ease, and your highness is the Prince of Northern Ming. I will naturally take care of it."
The woman seemed to have exhausted all her energy, "No ... even if he is no longer a prince, please ask the master ... to take care ..."
Then the woman's breath weakened a little.
The always calm little radish head finally changed his expression, wiped his tears constantly, and then shouted: "Mother, don't go, Yeer will be obedient, please don't go, OK?"
However, the woman had no strength to raise her hand to comfort him.
Little Carrot wiped her tears and looked back at North Jiangsu. "You are a national teacher. Everyone says you are omnipotent. Can you save my mother?"
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