Li Yuanqing is more mature than it seems, and many mature men acquiesce when they see Hakka. Besides, this is not a place. How dare Li Yuanqing hesitate?
Busy hand to Hakka plump weapon carefully lifted the apocalypse little emperor up.
But although it was a moment, Li Yuanqing clearly felt something …
It’s strange that she can be chosen as a wet nurse by the royal family.
She really has enough pride.
It is also strange that some people in later generations called this woman a "career line."
Hakka, this is a golden career line. No, this is an imperial career line …
But Li Yuanqing felt the Hakka, but he also felt Li Yuanqing.
Unlike the old Wei Zhongxian, the weak little emperor of the Apocalypse is strong and masculine in Li Yuanqing. At this time, there is some strong wine smell that makes Hakka feel utterly confused at the moment.
How many years have passed since the Wei Dynasty to Wei Zhongxian and then to the little emperor of the Apocalypse? She hasn’t felt really manly.
Besides, how can the former rural man compare with the tall and burly Li Yuanqing in front of him?
By this time, Li Yuanqing had finished lifting the little emperor of the Apocalypse up and asked Hakka carefully: "Where should Mrs. Feng help the emperor to rest?"
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Chapter 234 hangover soup?
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Snow flakes like goose feathers are falling from the sky.
As a cold north wind swept over the snow not far away, a small cyclone was carried up like a tornado, but then disappeared.
The night is already deep.
But the red bonfire beside the bonfire dispelled the cold chill. Just now, the seemingly casual’ intimate’ contact also made Hakka’s pretty face ruddy and watery, and it was almost charming.
"General Li, you help the emperor to the house first. It’s too windy outside. I’ll have someone clean it up here."
As he spoke, the Hakka turned to the nearby area and shouted, "Li Chaoqin."
"Handmaiden in" for a moment, a purple eunuch in his early forties hurried over.
Hakka said, "Clean up the Lisuo Palace here and send the emperor back to rest."
"Yes, handmaiden."
This is called Li Chaoqin, the eunuch, who dare not even lift his eyelids. He is about to bend into a 9-degree angle and dare not even look at Hakka.
Hakka immediately turned around and the tone was a little calmer. "Let’s help the emperor when General Li goes."
"yes"
Li Yuanqing quickly nodded and said that he was with Hakka, carefully holding the drunken body of the little emperor of the apocalypse and walking towards the palace.
△ Long△ Wind△ Text△ Learning f≯w came to the door of the palace. Li Yuanqing took a careful look back and found that Li Chaoqin was still motionless just now.
Li Yuanqing is not some staggering.
Look at this Li Chaoqin decoration, even if it is not as luxurious as Wei’s father-in-law, it should not be found. Plus, his age is definitely qualified in the palace, but even a character like him can’t even breathe in front of Hakka …
It can also be imagined how huge the Hakka people are in the palace.
The palace gate was very heavy. The Hakka pushed it, but it didn’t push it. Li Yuanqing quickly made room to push the door and let the Hakka side pull the little emperor of the apocalypse in first and respectfully said, "Madam, be careful."
The little emperor of the apocalypse is not heavy, but Xianke has not done this manual work. Plus, she has just drunk and eaten meat. Her forehead has already seen a layer of light sweat. She smiled and said, "It’s windy outside, General Li, please come in quickly."
Li Yuanqing didn’t dare to look at Hakka’s face and bow his head respectfully. Together with Hakka, he helped the little emperor of the apocalypse to the palace.
There are braziers burning everywhere in the palace, and incense is still burning. As soon as you enter it, the warm wind blows against your face, and there are two worlds outside.
"Help the emperor into the room."
Hakka guided Li Yuanqing around several twists and turns to a huge bedroom.
There are about a dozen eunuchs and ladies-in-waiting in the palace who are not old enough to see Li Yuanqing and Hakka holding the little emperor of the apocalypse coming in, and everyone bowed their heads respectfully and dared not look half an eye.
Li Yuanqing was also a little nervous by this depressing atmosphere, and half of it dissipated.
The bedroom is very spacious, about a hundred square meters, surrounded by yellow homes and expensive furnishings.
A dragon bed occupies at least a dozen square meters and is surrounded by huge gauze 3.
Li Yuanqing couldn’t help secretly spat,’ This mother can sleep for twenty people, right? Royal is luxury!’