Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

But for a moment, Liu Xun felt that a few fox tails appeared behind this always weak emperor, and she shook it unkindly behind her.

Liu Xun, who retired, was a little skeptical of his life. When his family was pure and stupid, when would he dig pits and make people jump?

It's really strange.

The room became quiet again, and only Feng You and the two female officials who had been waiting around were around.

Chu Ci coughed again and looked at the white porridge delivered by the next person.

He sighed faintly, missing the days of eating meat.

When it was time to drink the medicine, the black thick soup medicine instantly broke Chu Ci's previous resentment for white porridge.

Chu Ci, who was persuaded to drink the medicine, grabbed the quilt and lay on the bed, nestled in a ball. He didn't listen to what Feng You said next to him. One side of his cheek was bulging with a piece of candied fruit in his mouth.

The fundus of the eyes was suffering from a physiological mist, which looked rather pitiful.

But in Feng You's eyes, Chu Ci's movements made people a little bit dumbfounded.

As the future head of the household, how can he be afraid of taking medicine and suffering?

How bad is this spread?

And this kind of life lasted for three days. After three days, Chu Ci's face didn't look so pale, and the doctor was allowed to go out and walk around.

Chu Ci, who had temporarily bid farewell to the concoction, was almost crying with joy.

She also really didn't understand why she always had to drink medicine when she came to this ancient plane, and when she was sick or sick, even if she didn't get sick, she had to be bitter.

And when I stand in front of the mirror, look at the pale and weak face in the mirror, and then look at my own height, the overall height of the woman on this plane is higher.

But who could have thought that because the original owner was sick all the year round, his body was weak and he was still short.

The black face of Chu Ci, who was about to go out and turn around, called Chabai out to be beaten.

The daily beaten tea white:...

At this moment, the bustling streets of the imperial capital are bustling and somewhat noisy.

In a quiet little pavilion not far from the street, three young teenagers who seemed to be young were sitting.

The most brilliant is the one sitting in the middle.

His eyebrows were picturesque, his eyes were a little irritable and a little sneer, and his movements were somewhat random. He was holding a bunch of flaming candied haws with half missing in his hand, and his mouth was still chewing.

The gentle light fell on his apparent face through his black hair, making him look so unreal.

Dressed in red, publicity and violent, people want to step forward, but dare not provoke.

The boy in white and the boy in Tsing Yi were playing chess in the pavilion. Looking at the man's irritable aura, Hu Xun's son Hu Tianhao couldn't help shook his head and said, "Xiao Qi, is it really okay for you to run out like this? "

"No, didn't I hear that it was fined and confined? It was released so soon? Or did he sneak out?" The boy who played chess with Hu Tianhao also laughed, and the chess piece in his hand fell.

The three of them were about the same age and grew up together at a young age. Although their political stances are different at home, they have no effect on them.

The red-clothed boy turned his head and raised his foot and kicked the edge of the table lightly. The sound was like water drops that had just begun to fall when the ice broke. It was clear with a sense of unreality, but with malice and irritability, "Go away."

Hu Tianhao glanced at the opposite person, and finally shrugged.