Chapter 619
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Although she was not as young as Murong Yun, her whole body exuded a young girl's nimbleness.
If it wasn't for the early death of the former emperor, she would have been nourished to be younger and more beautiful. The only flaw was that because of the early death of the former emperor, every time she thought of the former emperor in the dead of night, she would cry.
Over time, she gave people the feeling that she was a little old.
She peeled a grape and put it in her mouth. After a while, she peeled another grape and continued to put it in her mouth. After eating a few grapes in a row, she finally couldn't help but turn around and look at the person behind her: "Nanny Zhu, do you think the good thing between them is finished?"
"In reply to the Empress Dowager, Feng Zhaoyi has been famous in the capital since she was a child. Whether it is talent or beauty, in the capital, she is top-notch and coveted."
"But this son of mine is not a beauty. According to my understanding of him, Feng Zhaoyi was probably driven out by him. You say, such a beautiful woman, if it was Hong Fuyi, I'm afraid that he would not be able to control his legs. Why is this son of mine like a monk?"
Hearing this, Nanny Zhu covered her mouth and laughed.
Rong An glanced at her: "What are you laughing at?"
"In my opinion, the emperor is most likely very similar to the former emperor. He only has feelings for the woman he likes, just like the former emperor only likes you, the Empress Dowager."
Her words made Rong An's old face turn red.
In the end, Rong An covered her red face and thought of that dead guy's frivolous appearance when he was alive. Speaking of it, it was really nostalgic.
But she was more open-minded. People had to die.
She was the same. It was good that she had thought things through. In short, the years they had spent together were blissful and worth recalling.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard the voice of worship outside.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
In an instant, all the servants in the bedroom knelt on the ground, and the man's indifferent and cold aura had already spread as he entered the bedroom.
Rong An subconsciously tightened her clothes. Of course, she was afraid of this son. It was said that the son came specially to collect debts. She felt that this sentence was not false at all.
When her man was still alive, he would dote on her as much as he could. Even when she sneezed, he would take a long time to warm her up.
She tried her best to keep a straight face. "Shang'er, you're back?"
Mo Wushang looked at her coldly and found a place far away from her to sit down.
When Rong An saw this, his eyes widened and tears flowed down his cheeks. "Shang 'er is unfamiliar with mother? He hadn't been back for a long time, and now that he saw his mother, he actually … didn't even call her mother, and even distanced himself from her. Did he think that his mother was getting old? Am I an eyesore? "
"I've said it before, don't force me to give you women. Including the one today, count it yourself. How many times has it been?"
Seeing that Rong An was really counting with his fingers, his handsome face couldn't help darkening.
Obviously, Rong An did not have enough fingers, so he took Nanny Zhu's hand and continued to count. In the end … it was still not enough.
"Enough!"
The man scolded in a low voice. Rong An was shocked and quickly sat down properly.
"How many times have I said not to do it again? Does Empress Dowager have a bad memory? "
Rong An curled her lips in grievance. "Shang'er, I'm just thinking about you. Look, you're not young anymore."
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