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At first glance, I thought it was a woman's handwriting, but when I saw it again, I found that every stroke was extremely powerful.

At this time, he looked up.

In the beginning, Tang Qingming first praised the growth of trees and the flowers and plants in the imperial garden.

In the end, he began to babble again with a few hundred words, all of which were very tangible praises to Jun Wuyan.

Jun Wuyan couldn't help but look at what she wrote.

The light ink on one side saw it.

I always felt that Jun Wuyan was unsmiling, and when she was standing here, he was exuding a kind of warm feeling like spring breeze.

Isn't this just going through the women's concentration?

Heartthrob, loved by everyone!

As soon as he stood here, Jun Wuyan could feel the atmosphere in him, and he began to sink-depraved slowly?

After Jun Wuyan read it all, he felt amused for a while, and also through this, he learned about Qingming.

He also put the paper away and carefully put it into the ebony box on one side.

As soon as he looked up, he unexpectedly found Qian Mo was still standing on one side.

"Why are you still here!"

Jun Wuyan frowned.

He doesn't like being around him, there are others.

"The slave servant is about to leave!"

Looking at the sudden drop in temperature on his body, Qian Mo was also taken aback, and quickly turned and left.

Probably, he turned really hard, twisted his legs and feet, and then sat down on the ground.

"what……"

Right now, Qian Mo's eyes were red, and tears still hung on his eyebrows. He wanted to cry instead of crying.

Jun Wuyan frowned slightly when he saw her.

"Come on!"

Then, the two little eunuchs standing in front of the door walked in.

"Send her back to me!"

After Jun Wuyan said these words, he looked down at the memorial again.

Qian Mo looked at him desperately, forgetting the struggle at this time, and the two little eunuchs carried her out.

Qian Mo lowered his head, feeling a burst of irritation in his heart, how could it end in such a way, really **** it.

This is not what she thinks, her expression, she has practiced thousands of times in the mirror, it shouldn't happen in this way.

Qian Mo was frustrated for a while, and was carried in very discouraged.

Fei Mo, who was in the side hall, felt helpless when he saw Qian Mo being carried in again.

"What's going on here!?"

Fei Mo had just applied the medicine at this time, and was wearing a large robe. Seeing this kind of battle, he ran over in fright.

"My ankle is twisted!"

Qian Mo sat on the soft couch, lowered his head and said.

Feimo gave the two little eunuchs a reward and told them to leave.

Then asked the little palace lady to invite someone to show Qian Mo's feet, and then walked over and asked her, "What's wrong!?"

"Just watching the emperor was afraid, he sprained his foot accidentally!"

Qian Mo lowered his head and said.

Hearing what Qian Mo said, Feimo also nodded.

Having said that, it is indeed like this, and if it were her, she would be very scared.

After all, the aura on the emperor's body really makes people feel embarrassed.

After a short while, someone came to show Qian Mo's foot, only a slight sprain, just get some medicine.

She also gave her some medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Knowing that one of his two female officials had been scalded and the other had a sprained foot, Tang Qingming frowned when he learned about it, but didn't say anything.