While the emperor and others were looking around and Rong Hua Zheng, Rong Hua Zheng was also looking at them. The middle-aged man in bright yellow had a handsome face, a tall and straight figure, a noble air, and a pair of eyes that were not angry but powerful. No need to prove, Rong Hua

Zheng then knew that he was the emperor.

"Be brave, why don't you kneel down when you see the Holy One?"

The one who spoke was the woman beside the emperor. She was dressed in a graceful yellow robe. The robe was elegantly cut, with flying phoenix patterns on her chest. Her tall bun was decorated with several golden steps of different colors on both sides, making her look elegant.

She is even more aristocratic. Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and her charming voice contains an innate sharpness. The servants in the main hall of the palace can't help but squat down lower, and their regular eyes are full of respect.

As for the woman, in terms of her clothes, her aura, and her current position, it is not difficult to guess that she is the mother of a country - the queen.

As soon as the Queen's voice came out, Xia Hou's heart tightened, and his gaze that should have been lowered to the ground quietly glanced at the two people behind him. As expected, he saw his master holding the edge of the wheelchair with both hands and trying to get down with a forbearing expression.

"Hey, you don't want to die, don't you?" His actions made Rong Huazheng secretly roll his eyes. He really didn't understand how someone could be so stupid as to ask for trouble.

Her voice was very soft and thin, and only the two people who were close to her could hear her. The rest of the people could only see her "worrying" eyes as she lowered herself to care for her husband who had handicap.

"That's all, Can'er's legs and feet are inconvenient, let's just forget about these onerous etiquette." Yu Wencan ignored her warning. He paused and raised his hands and cupped his hands before he wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the emperor's hand. He looked at the intimate posture with deep eyes.

The two of them spoke in a solemn and solemn voice.

Yu Wencan nodded and thanked him, and then pushed the wheelchair at hand towards the side of the main hall. Rong Hua Zheng held the wheelchair and followed suit. The wheelchair left the center of the main hall, and Yu Wencan stopped on one side before speaking steadily, "My son, although you are

My body is broken, but etiquette cannot be broken!" After saying this, he once again held his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and tried to kneel down.

"Your Highness, please be careful." Rong Huazheng held his arm in time to help him get out of the wheelchair.

"This etiquette is not set by the Heavenly Family. If I say it can be avoided, it can be avoided." The emperor looked displeased. Eunuch Chen, who was waiting next to him, figured out the holy will and quickly stepped forward to help Yu Wencan.

When he mentioned his mutilated body, the emperor's deep eyes flashed with a hint of complexity. After Eunuch Chen helped him sit back in the wheelchair, he said: "Although we are members of my heavenly family, the heavenly family also talks about human feelings. Can'er is inconvenienced."

My father can understand, and I hope that Can'er will not belittle herself."

"Thank you for your holy words." Yu Wencan bowed his head respectfully and clasped his fists, and then hurriedly said as if he had woken up: "Father, the Queen, please take a seat."

The emperor nodded slightly and waved his palm with satisfaction, "Well, all of you, please get up."

Everyone who was kneeling got up, and Xia Houguo also returned to his post, orderly directing people to serve tea and water and serve them carefully. Finally, the emperor and the queen sat in the high hall of the main hall, while the princes and princesses who came with them

They took their seats on both sides of the main hall. After everything was arranged, Yu Wencan and Rong Hua Zheng came from one side to the high hall to serve tea.

Looking at Rong Hua Zheng's shawl-length hair that was not tied into a bun, and her slightly bent posture serving tea, the emperor and empress couldn't help but slightly frowned, wondering if the daughter of a fourth-rank official was like this.

Etiquette, you don’t know that you need to kneel down to serve tea to the elders?
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