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Under the lamplight, Ling Qingruo held the dagger in his pale and almost transparent hands, on which there was a piece of paper that had been penetrated. He lowered his slender eyelashes and looked at the things in his hands, but did not remember to open them. "Where is the man?" Renaud looked up at his face, which was pale and haggard again. "The man was wounded by me and ran away …" I was worried about cheating, so I didn't chase. He nodded, then reached for the thin piece of paper, opened it slowly, and looked through it carefully and quickly. Then straightened the body, pale without a trace of blood lips slightly pursed: "So soon deployed?"? Just as well Renault, tomorrow the one in the palace should come to exercise his right as a father. Tomorrow, it's an opportunity. The next day, a resplendent soft sedan chair was quietly carried into Ruowangfu when the sun was rising. The bright robe was wrapped in a body that was obviously too fat. As soon as he lifted his robe and sat down on the throne, the majesty and majesty of the emperor were immediately revealed, especially the eagle-like sharp and deep eyes, which made people dare not look directly at them. There were servants waiting on him with fear. With an expressionless look, he glanced at the servant,ultrasonic cutting machine, whose legs were trembling. He took the teacup he had respectfully handed over, took a shallow sip, and asked in a deep voice, "Why hasn't your master.." "Father." A faint voice sounded from the doorway. Ling Qingruo dragged his thin body, his pale and haggard face without any color, but his eyes seemed to be getting darker and darker. He walked slowly with the help of his servant. Weak and apologetic, he said,ultrasonic sonochemistry machine, "I'm late to meet you. Please forgive me." He said he was about to kneel. The bright corner of the clothes moved to him in an instant, seemingly inadvertently holding his arm: "Ruoer, how can your body be weaker than a few days ago?"? Pale and so terrible? Did the slaves in the house not take good care of them? As he spoke, his eyes glared around, and the servants, who had just breathed a sigh of relief at the arrival of their prince, were suddenly hung up with a small heart, and dared not breathe. Father, son's health has always been not very good. It's not their negligence! Ling Qingruo hurriedly said, "My father came here so early today, but what's the matter?" "Oh, you unfilial son!" Ling Xuan's originally kind face was immediately replaced by sadness: "You said you were fine. Why did you divorce the child Zhaoran?"? I asked you last time, ultrasonic handheld welder ,ultrasonic spray nozzle, and you couldn't tell me why. "Father, I really feel guilty!"! Let you worry about me, my son deserves to die. Ling Qingruo's face was full of fear and guilt, and he bowed his head slightly, but his eyes flashed a piece of indifference. Alas! Ling Xuan sighed again. This time, her tone had softened a lot: "You are already so old, but you always ask your father to worry about you." Do you know that Zhaoran's child suddenly disappeared? Yesterday Gu Zong asked me tearfully in the court that he wanted his daughter. "What can I do to accompany her?" Ling Qingruo looked even more guilty: "I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Now, I just hope she's safe. Chapter 143 of the main text. Ling Xuan's eyes suddenly became sharp and deep, but by holding Ling Qingruo turned to walk to the chair next to him, he looked away: "Ruoer, don't you know where Zhaoran has gone now?" Ling Qingruo sat back weakly in his chair, raised his pale face slightly, and said in a low voice, "Father, I really don't know where she is now."? The child also sent someone out to look for it. The latest free chapter of this book, please visit the child actually. Also worried about the tight! Ling Xuan's deep eyes fell on his face. His expression was very sad, worried and guilty. He didn't seem to be faking it at all. Then he sighed, and his expression became kind and kind again: "You say you're a child, aren't you looking for your own suffering?"? Your body, it is estimated that it has become like this in the past few days. Father still wants to ask this time, Ruoer, what on earth is the reason for you? Ling Qingruo lowered his head, his expression a little uncomfortable: "The child fell in love with the Yuerong girl in Zangjiaolou, and wanted to accept it back." But Zhao ran she. She said I could let Yue Rong in unless I divorced her first. She was so aggressive that the child was so angry. "You-" Ling Xuan sat back in the main seat again, looking like a strict father: "Zhaoran, this child is quiet and intelligent, which is very pleasing to me. You are also my favorite eldest son. I want to send you to a pile. You are also a beautiful couple made in heaven, but I didn't think of it.." Ling Qingruo seemed to feel even more guilty. He lowered his head and his long black hair hung down, blocking his facial expression: "The child has failed to live up to his father's good intentions. Now he still wants his father to worry about the child. The child is really unfilial.." The child really likes the moon girl very much, but also asks the father emperor to allow the child to marry her to pass the door. "Unbridled!" Ling Xuan stood up, frowning majestically, and whispered, "a woman from a brothel.." It's not enough that you divorced your wife for her, but you're really going to welcome her in. Tell your father what you were thinking. Ling Qingruo's thin body suddenly shook, as if frightened, and his head lowered even lower. The weak mosquito and fly answered, "Father, because the moon allows her.." She has the smell of a dead mother and concubine. She made the child feel at ease. Ask the father to help! As he spoke, he struggled to his knees and fell to the ground. The oversized robe covered his thin body and made him look even thinner. Ling Xuan looked at his action, really stunned: "Ruoer you,ultrasonic molten metal, you unexpectedly." Like that woman so much? It smells like your mother. Also, your mother died when you were two years old. It's hard for you, son. He slumped back in his chair and seemed to recall the beautiful woman who had survived only a short time in his life: "Your mother is the most beautiful woman in the world.." It's a pity that the beauty is unlucky! 。 fycgsonic.com