He hasn’t told his sister about himself and the devil wears Prada.
Palace? It’s just his back garden. I don’t know how many times he’s slept in the queen mother’s bed.
"I want to run an errand."
Zhao Xiaogong ye said quickly
"The empress appointed me to supervise the martial law in Beijing."
"Your official is bigger than his father’s in Beijing."
Zhao feast for the eyes with a sigh
"nothing"
Zhao knew by mistake that she was worried about her own safety.
"The empress dowager empress will not hesitate to be grounded in the city, and there may be a soldier to kill you sometime. Be careful."
She clenched Zhao wrong hand solemnly said
"Sister, rest assured."
Zhao CuO doesn’t want to talk to her about such a heavy topic.
"I also received the flame son from the palace. If my sister chats, she can contact her feelings and Princess Ning."
He meant what he said and what he listened to.
"Huh?"
Zhao Shangxin Gherardini raised his eyebrows.
"Do you want to let your sister and your confidante fight now?"
When she said this, her solid mouth hurt a little.
"I’m afraid my sister will be alone."
Zhao is wrong with the correct answer.
"You’ll just say such things to coax me."
Feast that the correct and lovely oval face smiles again.
"I’m telling the truth!"
Zhao Xiaogong seriously pulled his sister’s adult hand to his heart.
"You flame son also just how still always let me go with the princess? Wrong son also too heart her "
She looked at her baby brother with meaningful eyes.
"I have some kindness in Princess Ning."
Zhaocuo noodles don’t change color
Zhao was speechless at the moment.
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