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with such a delicate temper, I knew it was impossible for him not to come back now.

but she just didn't come.

plus the chaos of war outside today.

although the protection of the East Palace is very tight, it is difficult to say that there is an accident.

before I had a relationship with Wan Jiaojiao, Li Chen absolutely could not tolerate Wan Jiaojiao's accident at this time when she was entrusted with Sanbao before she died.

A maid whispered, "the maidservant just saw Miss Wan in the back garden."

"very good, look at it."

Li Chen's heart is a little lenient, as long as the person is still in the East Palace, he will be fine.

having said that, Li Chen turned his head and went to the back garden.

in the crowd, Zhao Rui opened her mouth and wanted to call Li Chen, but finally swallowed what was on the edge of her mouth.

"Prince concubine, let's go back first. The doctor said that you have hurt your head and need to rest for many days." The intimate maid could not bear to see Zhao Rui's lost look and said.

Zhao Rui sighed, nodded and said, "Let's go, go back."

the garden behind the East Palace, in the pavilion.

the wind and rain hit in all directions. Wan Jiaojiao crouched under the gazebo, already drenched, but she didn't seem to know it.

with tears streaming down her face, she was helpless like an abandoned rabbit, curled up around her knee and choked with sobs.

all of a sudden, there was a storm.

it's not that the rain stopped, but that she had an umbrella on her head.

when Wan Jiaojiao saw Li Chen, who was holding an umbrella behind her, she hurriedly wiped a tear and turned to kneel.

"Don't salute."

Li Chen Wensheng said: "do you know"

Wan Jiaojiao couldn't help it any longer and cried out with a wow.

"your Highness, Jiaojiao has no father."

it seems that the emotion that has been squeezed for a long time has been vented, and Wan Jiaojiao can no longer help crying.

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she choked up and said, "Jiaojiao was picked up by her godfather when she was a baby. It was the godfather who raised me. Although we are not biological father and daughter, the godfather treats me as his own. In the early years, he occasionally said that he would find me a good mother-in-law, but now he is gone."

Li Chen couldn't bear it and said, "if you want to cry, cry."

Wanjiao's pretty face pear blossoms with rain, red eyes looked cowardly at Li Chen, "your Highness"

Li Chen opened her arms and held Wan Jiaojiao in her arms.

"just cry."

Wan Jiaojiao couldn't help it any longer. She leaned on Li Chen's shoulder and cried loudly.

outside the pavilion, the plantains were beaten by wind and rain, and the flowers and plants in the garden were drenched. Standing in the pavilion, their clothes were all drenched, and Li Chen's bright red wedding dress was wet, dry and wet.

but now holding Wan Jiaojiao, trembling and as weak as a rabbit, Li Chen can only comfort her, "your godfather died and died for his country. I made him Wu Ding Hou, and the funeral was conducted in accordance with the specifications of the Marquis, which can be regarded as a grand funeral."

"in addition, I buried him beside the Dingling Mausoleum, which is the imperial mausoleum of my royal family. Even when he comes to Jiuquan, he can enjoy incense forever."

Li Chen's words made Wan Jiaojiao burst into tears.

cried for a long time, Wan Jiaojiao seemed to remember something, earned Li Chen, knelt on the ground and said: "Jiaojiao thanks her Royal Highness Longen for her godfather."

"get up."

Li Chen said, "finally, he asked me to be kind to you."

"he must be in heaven right now, and he doesn't want you to be so sad."

Wan Jiaojiao wiped her tears and whispered, "Thank you, your Highness."

"somebody."

Li Chen said that immediately someone came quickly in the dark and knelt outside the pavilion.

"take Jiaojiao down to rest and tell the dining room to cook a bowl of ginger soup and feel her pulse. Don't get sick."s time, it was not the selfish desires of Wu Qianshan and my brother Wu Jingcang, let alone the political struggle of our brothers, but that these four seriously colluded with Zhao Xuanji in a vain at...