Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall - Chapter 1240 Extra: Who has this girl been afraid of since she was a child?

  Su Jingshu recalled Nangong Chang's groveling appearance, and thought that the man must have no memory.

   But if the other party regains memory and knows that she and the emperor are in the same room, then nothing can be explained clearly.

  Xiao Junyan's cold and thin lips evoked a warm smile, and asked softly: "What did the imperial concubine just say? I didn't hear clearly."

  He stared at Su Jingshu closely with ice-cold dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through her eyes the true thoughts in her heart, and see the soul of this body thoroughly.

  Su Jingshu thought to herself, what are you looking at, how come you haven't seen a big beauty!

  She coughed lowly, lowered her voice, and pretended to be soft and charming: "What I mean is that An Meili needs His Majesty's comfort even more. You might as well go and have a look, so as not to hurt sister Meiren's heart."

  After speaking, Su Jingshu retched from the bottom of her heart.

  Go to his sad and comfort!

  Based on what she knew about Huo Yuning, this girl might be happy.

   I have to say that the **** is still old and spicy.

  Huo Yuning, who was wearing a concubine's womb attire, was leaning on the tree on the east wall of Chuxiu Palace, holding a wine gourd in his hand, drinking every sip.

  She pinned a corner of the gorgeous dress to her waist, revealing the light-colored obscene clothes underneath, with her legs crossed together, her crested shoes dangling, her posture was chic and comfortable.

  Huo Yuning looked up at the brightest full moon in the night sky, feeling sad for a moment.

   "The spring breeze wakes up the soul of a foreign country. My home is in Taoyuan, Huaxia. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are infinitely beautiful. My heart follows the moon until dawn!"

   She almost yelled out the last sentence.

Huo Yuning suddenly straightened his back, raised the wine gourd in his hand high, and shouted to the moon in the night sky: "I'm homesick! Father! Mother, I'm so miserable! I can't eat enough and I can't wear clothes! I don't have good wine yet drink!"

too bitter!

  She, little princess Huo, was pampered by her mother, cared for by her two elder brothers, and secretly answered by her father, she has never suffered such pain.

  Why did she come to this place where wars, famines, and the dynasty are about to be destroyed?

  She wanted to go home, to the Huo family's cook, to the fine wine in the wine cellar, and to those dudes who could clean up a meal when she was in a bad mood.

  Of course, what I miss most is my family, father, mother, and two older brothers.

   Ah Nuan didn't understand why her mother sent her here, and wanted to ask her face to face.

  Tao Qing, who came out of Chuxiu Palace, walked under the tree, and persuaded in a low voice: "My lord, please keep your voice down, and you will alarm the little lords next door, and be careful to go to the emperor to sue you."

  Huo Yuning's exquisite face was cold, and there was a murderous coldness in his eyes.

  She let out a soft snort, her tone full of coldness: "Fuck the complaint! This girl has never been afraid of anyone since she was a child. She is not afraid of the sky, not the earth, but my mother's eyes are red!"

   While talking, Huo Yuning's eyes turned red.

   She was afraid that her mother would be too sad to miss her father, so she always made troubles to attract her attention, distracting the other party and focusing on her.

   She didn't expect that the feeling of letting go of herself would be so good. She accidentally became addicted to it.

  Huo Yuning raised the wine gourd in his hand high, the spout of the pot rushed down, raised his graceful neck, and opened his mouth to drink the wine that fell into the air.

  Her posture is sassy and handsome, and she looks like a heroine.

   Seeing this scene in Taoqing's eyes, she stomped her feet anxiously. There is no master in this harem who doesn't pay attention to his image.

   Those concubines who are not soft-spoken, can't wait to sway every step.

   Also her master, I am afraid that he can compete with all the sons and daughters on the battlefield.