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Lin Qingluo\'s heart sank: "It won\'t cause any trouble again."

"Eighty percent will."

The little kingfisher guessed secretly: "The prime minister is so treacherous and cunning, how could he allow someone to destroy the canonization ceremony, there must have been a plan in advance, if an assassin dares to do something, it is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap."

"There is something strange about this."

Lin Qingluo had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly had a bad premonition: "Duanhui insulted Yixuan in front of the main hall, did he have a plan in advance? It was a trap set by the Prime Minister\'s group, waiting for the nobleman to get into it." ?”

"possible."

The little kingfisher suddenly realized: "Thinking about it this way, Duan Hui\'s aggressive behavior is understandable, otherwise, it would be unbelievable for a six-year-old girl to be so vicious."

"Where\'s Yixuan?"

Lin Qingluo suddenly felt uneasy: "Did he stop your lord this time?"

"So far, no."

Little Kingfisher was very sure: "Baoya watched him take the Anshen Pill and fell asleep."

"Call."

Lin Qingluo quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as Yixuan is safe."

"Master, the empress\'s body doesn\'t seem to be in good shape."

The topic of the little kingfisher changed sharply, and the empress was brought up again.

"oh?"

Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows lightly, not paying much attention.

"Perhaps it\'s because charms do a lot of damage to the cranial nerves."

The little kingfisher guessed secretly: "Her hair is all white, her breath is also very weak, and she looks like she will not live long."

White hair, life is not long!

When Lin Qingluo heard the word "white hair", she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and lost the interest to continue the chat.

"The empress ignores her for the time being, you enter the palace tomorrow morning, stare at Yixuan, don\'t let him make fun of your own life again.

"Good."

The little kingfisher readily agreed.

It will drip even if the master doesn\'t order it.

The grand ceremony for the canonization of the princess, the battle between the prime minister and the noble monarch, is bound to be very exciting.

*

Su Ziqin stayed by the bed all night, no matter what the servant girl persuaded her, she refused to leave.

At dawn, I was so sleepy that I couldn\'t keep my eyes open, so I leaned against the head of the bed and took a nap.

Li Xiu\'e\'s right fingertips trembled slightly.

"mother."

Su Ziqin seemed to be aware of something, and he woke up with a jolt.

"Sister, is mother awake?"

Lin Qingluo got up early in the morning and came to Yaju Garden with an umbrella, just at this moment she entered the house with the door curtain.

"Sister Yu, Mother moved her hand just now."

When Su Ziqin saw his younger sister, he was overjoyed and moved away from the seat in front of the bed.

Lin Qingluo walked in quickly, taking his pulse skillfully, and after a while, the tip of his right finger flashed, and he tapped lightly on the center of Li Xiu\'e\'s eyebrows.

A pure spiritual power escaped from the fingertips to the center of the eyebrows, helping Li Xiu\'e break free from the nightmare and wake up from the coma.

"Mother, my daughter is not filial."

When Su Ziqin saw his mother wake up as he wished, he wept with joy, and knelt down in front of the bed with sobs: "It\'s my daughter who made you sad, and made you feel so sad that you fell into a coma."

"Sister Qiao."

Li Xiu\'e\'s breath was weak, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly to Su Ziqin.

"mother."

Su Ziqin knelt forward and took two steps, holding Li Xiu\'e\'s hand, crying bitterly.

Lin Qingluo felt sad, and comforted softly: "Sister, don\'t cry, mother just woke up, don\'t get too excited."

"I don\'t want to cry either, but the tears can\'t stop."

Su Ziqin wiped his tears with his sleeves, and the more he wiped, the tears grew.

"Why don\'t you do this, sister first serve mother to drink some water, and I\'ll call father over."

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