The years have left no trace of her body, except for the enchanting and bright brilliance at the beginning. Now it is a little more profound and unpredictable after precipitation, and it makes people want to find out more and more, just like the pot of tea in her hand is rich and diffuse for a long time

"Niang tea is ready, you try it."
The woman holding a smile suddenly handed the tea to her mother’s hand, and at the same time pulled it back to Nangong Che evil influence, which was generally difficult to extricate herself.
"Her mother remembered that you didn’t like to fiddle with these things before." The woman recalled the past and sighed slightly and laughed. "I thought when my mother asked you to learn, you said that learning such interesting things might as well raise more methods of worms."
Redjade paused slightly in her hand, and then casually filled the tea cup in front of her with water, half serious and half joking. "Niang people always change. My daughter is old now, and she is not so interested in those methods of insects."
"You girl will talk nonsense." The woman glared at her slightly, which shows that her delicate face was a loving smile at the beginning. "If you are old, how can you make an old man like your mother feel at home?"
Redjade immediately put down the teapot and smiled to hold her hand, holding her like a child and coquetry. "Mother is naturally the youngest in the world!"
The nangongshan looked at her with a charming smile and a dazed look, and she seemed to be like this before the incident because she couldn’t control it.
"You will be poor!" The woman nodded her face.
"Niang daughter this call to tell the truth" Redjade a face of serious tunnel.
"Then you talk about loving such a temperament-cultivating tea ceremony?" The woman seems determined to extract something from her mouth.
Redjade paused and finally sighed naively. "What should I do when I talk in this palace every day and don’t find something to kill?"
The Nangong Chuzhen had already wanted to move forward and suddenly stopped. There seemed to be a storm surge in the dark and deep ink pupil, and he paused for about half a cup of tea. He slowly turned around and prepared to leave.
"Her mother is sorry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t … 16. Chapter 16 Which one can want me to do this?
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Redjade interrupted her unhappily. "You are my mother. Without you, I gave birth to me and raised me. How can I live here now? Are you laughing? I chose to do it myself, and now I have no regrets. Even if I had to choose it again, I would still do it. "
Redjade took her hand and comforted her, "Now I am very satisfied to be with my mother and Poria every day."
Isn’t this what Southern Xinjiang Day used to be? In addition to refining methods and making drugs, besides occasionally going out for a run, aren’t you always with your mother?
"No, her, you are still young, and your generation can’t just waste it."
The Nangong Che’s figure is stiff and deep, and the bottom is a dark shadow.
He could probably guess what the woman would say next, but he didn’t have the courage to continue listening to test his guess.
Breathing a few degrees, striding back and forth, the direction turned back, and in the end it was almost defeated and fled.
On the one hand, he wanted to hear Redjade’s answer, on the other hand, he was afraid to listen, for fear that he would be hurt by her smile like a cold knife again.
"If you really don’t like this palace on her and can’t accept the emperor, then go and find a good man to live a good life." The woman continued, "Mother can see that the emperor really likes you and he won’t do anything to her just because you leave. Go."
Redjade looked at her in shock. "Mom, why did you suddenly say this?"
The woman pursed her lips slightly, and a flash of remorse flashed in her eyes. "Mother doesn’t want to delay you."
All these years have not been over because she feels that her heart is full of emperors who have tried their best to save her. But after five years, she suddenly feels that she doesn’t understand.
Does her really already dislike the emperor? If so, wouldn’t she delay her happiness as an old man?
Redjade’s eyes flashed, and her ears were broken, and she smiled. "Mom, I am a woman who has been married and had children. Although I don’t care about myself, I don’t mean to despise myself, but men outside will not care about my innocence. How can I be like this?"
It’s a similar self-deprecating remark, but she said it lightly, "The mother doesn’t have to blame herself. It’s not that you delayed me, but that I think it’s good. It’s not like a daughter can’t live without a man. It’s really good now."
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Nangongche returned to the bedroom and kept pacing, but he couldn’t calm down until the door was knocked.
"who?"
"The emperor is a handmaiden"
Bing Rui has been following him since the East Palace, and so has a servant girl after she ascended the throne.
"Come in" He turned to sit on the stool and looked up at Bing Ruijun’s face. There was no special expression. "What is it?"
Bing Rui made a salute with a smile. "The emperor’s handmaiden has made some soft white tea cakes that you like best. Do you want to bring some for you?"
White tea and soft cakes are not his favorite because Redjade likes them. In recent years, he has eaten too much.