Farm daily in the tyrant's harem buddha system

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After the Ching Ming Festival, the sky gradually warmed up.

The vegetation is sprouting, and hundreds of flowers are blooming, especially the peach blossoms.

Daliangsu likes peach blossoms, and every spring, the city of Kyoto is trapped in a crimson haze.

The palace is no exception. You can smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers without leaving the house, and the warm breeze blows the bones.

It is still a rare good weather today, the blue sky is like washing, and the spring is beautiful. Just looking at it makes people feel warm, but Wen Yao is cold all over.

Looking at the stunning face in the mirror, she slowly raised her delicate brows.

Wen Yao never thought that he would go into a book of Gong Douwen he had read.

Still went through the harem and became one of three thousand beauties.

That's all, you really have to dress as a queen, or a concubine, at least noble and decent, and have a better life. By the way, she was dressed as a fan and sent to the palace to ask for peace. That's all. The emperor in the palace was a violent, temperamental tyrant. He became a courtier for three years and died in his hands. The concubine does not know Fanji, and she is the next one in the hands of the tyrant.

The original body, as a stunning beauty of a famous tribe, was dedicated to the palace for the third day, accidentally offending the tyrant, and was killed on the court with a rod. He has not survived even three episodes.

Today is the third day she entered the palace.

That is when she died.

Thinking about this, Wen Yao almost didn't come up in a breath and passed out directly.

"Auntie... Master!"

Seeing her face suddenly pale, and her face full of pain and tenderness, Zhuxing was panicked and couldn't help but yelled out.

People outside the palace heard the movement and hurriedly asked.

Before Zhuxing called someone, Wen Yao quickly covered her mouth with eyesight and hands, and rushed outside and said: "It's okay, I'll lie down again, and I'll freshen up later."

The voice is soft and waxy, with a lazy morning wake up, it is a gentle and good voice.

The outside palace man responded, but waited outside and didn't come in.

Chong Zhuxing made a silent wink, and when she nodded, Wen Yao let go of her.

Zhu Xing is also a discerning person. He didn't dare to yell again when he saw it. He only lowered his voice: "Master?"

Wen Yao twisted his eyebrows and shook his head at her: "I'm fine."

Zhu Xing's brows were also twisted. , There is no blood on his face, and the eyebrows are full of sadness. Is this okay?

"The master is exhausted, and she is unwell?" She thought for a while, and said softly: "The slave and maid, go and ask the imperial doctor to show the master?"

Wen Yao shook her head, but seeing Zhuxing looked worried, her eyes were full of anxiety, she pulled up. The corner of his mouth smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I was a little sleepy. I will just take a nap when I come back later."

Hearing Wen Yao said that, Zhuxing was a little relieved, but the worry still remained on his face. She muttered in a low voice: "I know that the master has just entered the palace and has not rested yet. Concubine Hui is not here to enjoy the spring in Changchun Garden, but also..."