Her voice seems to be in tears, and a syllable gushed from her white throat can already make people realize that her heart is unwilling at this time.

"Anything else?"
Zhao Cuo straightened up.
Look at her fawning little face again.
This time, however, he froze and looked at this beautiful young woman, Mrs. Yan, who looked like she was going to cry.
"What … you all want to give me a hard time!"
Mrs. Yan stared at her beautiful eyes with tearful eyes.
With the falling tears, the star sobbed excessively, and she seemed to have suffered much injustice, biting her lips and tears. I still pity her.
The widow of the late emperor has fallen into her own world and cried bitterly, but she no longer pays attention to making herself like this. Zhao Cuo collapsed, raised her little fist, hit the table, and kept falling like tears without money. She cried more and more!
"Flame son has worked so hard! Forget about eating and sleeping every day! What still can’t win! It’s all the wrong surname! Thirteen years ago, she took it away before she enjoyed the national luck! Now I’m letting people bully me! "
Chapter 46 Cry? Cry and continue interrogation!
Hey, hey!
Are you kidding me?
How can this woman cry like a little girl with a beautiful young woman! Just now, the receipt of the mature attitude of the criminal department is fake? Sick and childish is her true character?
What should this person do?’
Zhao’s scalp was numb and he looked at the wailing widow of the first emperor. He expected that the poisonous tongue would make Mrs. Yan break through, but he didn’t expect it to make people cry directly.
What should I do now?
Speaking of which, he and the crying girl are on the same side, right?
"Cry?"
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong reacted quickly to the belle who spent all her makeup crying and sneered with a heart of stone. He wouldn’t shake a woman’s tears and hum all over the floor.
"Cry and continue to interrogate!"
Mrs. Yan did not pay attention to his tears. After she vented her tears, she hung her head and hid her hair on her cheeks. If it weren’t for her sweet shoulders, she would wonder if the outrageous scene just now was her illusion.
"Speaking of which …"
Zhao Cuo cried the most bitterly to her just now, and that would be a confession. What does it mean that the Empress Dowager seized the national luck thirteen years ago? Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong was only five years old that year.
It is said in the torture order that Mrs. Yan wants to seek national luck. Maybe you can interpret it from me?’
He squinted at the autistic belle in the chair in front of him.
Thirteen years ago, there were so many things that happened. Even when he was young, he still had an impression. He recalled this memory when he was summoned by the Empress Dowager on the first night when he came to this world.
That year, after the Queen Mother entered the palace and was enshrined, Emperor Yu Xuandi died of illness, and there was no information in his mind. He knew that the Queen Mother had seized power for decades and was now a regent!
From Mrs. Yan’s speech, we can know that she entered the palace to enjoy the national luck. As a result, the empress dowager took away the national luck and let her draw water with a bamboo basket …’
Zhao mistakenly thought that it was enlightenment here! I understand why this woman is staring at him. The answer was placed in front of him from the beginning.
He looked at the eyes and still bowed his head and said nothing, Mrs. Flame.
An interesting idea came to mind.
"I love crying so much, but I can’t get revenge on the queen mother."
Zhao fault airily said to a small sobbing beautiful young woman
"Don’t wave your breath"
Mrs. Yan finally spoke. Her voice broke into tears, but her tone was frighteningly cold.
"My master is a contemporary Buddhist. If I give you any more courage, you won’t dare to kill me here. What other tricks do you have?"
"Madam, do you know what it means to be hard to sing with one hand?"