[The Legend of Zhen Huan] an Lingrong Will Not Be the King of Rolls

I saw such good sunshine again, and the taste of bitter almonds... Was delicious. Sing him a song? Because his head is green? Whoever likes to play Yueqin can play it, and whoever likes to dance Bingxi can dance! The Queen is still so shy about pregnancy. I wonder if she will be faster in aborting babies or delivering babies faster in this life? Oh my god, she is so pink and delicate! Concubine Brick cannot be left behind either! The taste of Xiji Pills is very good. Give it to Qibi? What's the secret recipe for giving birth? Concubine Hua, would you like some? Ah, give the concoction that poisoned her throat to the Queen? I'm so worried that there's not enough distribution. In this life, the apricot blossoms are drizzling, Zhen Huan is here, the emperor is here, and she is also here. What will happen next? —————— Next article: "The Bad Concubine of the Qing Dynasty" Copywriting: Chang Qi touched the head that was smashed by Hui Bin. She cared so much about that man's favor, so why should she take it away? In the tent, the Wushan rain cleared, and the man's cold voice came, "If you don't leave, why are you still here?" Chang Qi was slightly stunned, oh, are you turning against each other and being ruthless? She got out of bed neatly, flipped up her long hair, and dressed in a charming and graceful manner. Kangxi raised his eyes slightly, his silent eyes full of darkness and fire. He doesn't like to be led away by sudden passion. He only loves the silent tenderness of supporting each other with his first wife Hesheli, and the others are just for him to escape. Coincidentally, Chang Qi thought the same way, how can one be sincere in dew and romance. When they met on the palace road, she turned around and left. When he came in the imperial garden, she immediately took refuge in the rockery. Uncharacteristically, he continued to summon luck. Yo, are you interested? She still keeps thinking about it. This is not a good thing. She has never thought about becoming a beloved concubine, so when will she become a mosquito blood? A cinnabar mole that doesn't want to be the blood of a mosquito is not a good red rose. Mission: Independence and self-reliance