Everyone in the palace knew that what Xiaowan sent was a pair of plastic sisters, but they didn't know that the weak one was the poison-quenching knife.
Li Yanshan stroked the scabbed wound on the side of her neck, and his fingertips followed the blood veins to the beating vitality gate. Yesterday there was blood dripping from this spot, but today she used it as a trick to invite favors - how wonderful that if the wound was only half an inch deeper, she would have to see the King of Hell, but she had calculated the right moment for the imperial doctor to arrive. "My beloved concubine is so delicate, why not move to the Qianyuan Palace to raise her?" He bit the rouge on her lips with a smile, and the pulse on his palm was surprisingly steady, "Just let me see whether the thing you hide in your sleeve is Ruanjinsan or Hedinghong."
When Shen Lan "accidentally" knocked over the aphrodisiac incense, Li Yanshan grabbed her by the back of the neck and rushed into the room full of people: "I have performed thirty cruel tricks, and this time I want to do a sexy bone to kill?" In the bed curtains illuminated by red candles, she smiled innocently and coquettishly while hooking up her dragon-patterned ribbon: "I am timid, your majesty must protect me."
Later, it was recorded in the daily life notes that Concubine Lan always angered the emperor when serving pen and ink. Only the little eunuch on duty saw how the emperor held the struggling beauty on his knees and taught her to criticize her every stroke: "Since you want to be a disaster for me, you naturally have to learn how to write to make those old antiques' beards crooked with anger."
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