In the corridor of the long palace walls, Fu Yunche had a bad face and did not feel any guilt. However, his actions were exactly the opposite of the expression he showed. The vast crowd behind him followed the king's pace, looking at the road and not daring to look up. It seemed that the king still had an empress in his heart. It was only a blame that the king was a person who was not indifferent to his emotions. He could not guess what he was thinking in his heart, so he kept suspicious.

Before the Empress did not enter the palace, the King rarely got angry and thought that this was a good master. Since the Empress entered the palace, they realized that the King was not angry, but he just never showed it. This was so terrible that it actually hid everyone's eyes.

If the Empress hadn’t made such a fuss, the king whom she didn’t know was so horrible, it seems that it would be better to be careful in the future.

Fengyang Palace.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Meng Li and others who were waiting at the door quickly crawled to greet him after hearing this: "Long live Your Majesty!"

Fu Yunche held the woman horizontally and walked into the door without looking sideways. While walking towards the bedroom, he said without warmth: "Flat!"

Meng Li felt a hint of heart. The voice was so cold. It seemed that the Empress really made the king very angry this time. She stood up and took a look and gasped: "Empress..." Why... Did you faint? My heart suddenly mentioned, Empress, you can't die. If you die, Meng Li will not live anymore.

"Wuwuwu!" Xiaolan, the youngest, began to choke up and did not dare to step forward, so she stood there to wipe her tears. Is the Empress dead? Was he beaten to death? How could he be like this? The Empress is gentle and never cared about their rebelliousness. She almost wanted them to be on par with her and never treated them harshly at all. Did the Empress, who cherishes his servants so much, die like this?

Seeing that they all started to wipe their tears, Meng Li whispered, "Why are you crying? The Empress will not die!" The Empress is so capable, so strong, and will not die. Even though she said that, her hands were intertwined and her skin was almost broken. After a while, her eyes were filled with water.

"All right, I just fainted. Doctor Yuan is coming, should I go and boil some hot water?" Zhao Yao glared at a group of slaves who were invisible and followed into the bedroom.

When scolded, no one was sad, but looked at Zhao Yao in surprise. The Empress is not dead? Oh my God, the Empress is not dead. It’s great. They all went to work hard, boiling water, preparing the handkerchief, and preparing the handkerchief without any neglect.

Meng Li patted her heart and scared her to death.

After a cup of tea, in the quiet and brilliant bedroom, the old man touched his beard, his frown slowly unfolded, stuffed the woman's white and tender little hand back into the thin quilt, took a step back and knelt on one knee and bowed: "Your Majesty!"

The whole room was holding their breath. Apart from Meng Li's thoughtful look, they were all afraid of hearing some terrible news. The woman was bleeding for no reason, either a miscarriage or a miscarriage. God, a miscarriage... Is the Empress in the lay Buddhist building... Isn't this the Majesty still furious? Is this a sinful seed?

Zhao Yao thought so too. He lowered his head slightly and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. Don’t, the king finally felt a little pity, but don’t have to have miscarriage, otherwise something will be a big deal.

Perhaps Fu Yunche thought so too. Seeing that Yuan Laixi didn't say it immediately, he pinched his big hand tightly, his breathing was a little disordered, his standing erect, and his Adam's apple rolled: "But it's okay!" The woman's eyes were no longer lying on her lying on her body. For the first time, there was guilt in her pupils, and her fist pinched her joints as white as cold snow. For a moment, her pupils even looked like two pools of water, sparkling with fog.
Chapter completed!