The rest of the people followed the retreat. Meng Li looked at Su Mengdie worriedly, and then Fu Yunche. Why didn't Your Majesty leave? His Majesty's failure to leave means that the danger has not been lifted yet. Will he attack the Empress in anger? He sluggishly and turned around and left with his sisters. He had to think of a way to discuss with everyone how to save the Lord.

Finally, only Fu Yunche and Zhao Yao were left in the room, and they fell into tranquility.

Zhao Yao held back and didn't laugh, but his shoulders were moving very hard.

Fu Yunche gave a warning look: "Is it funny?"

Zhao Yao panicked and pointed at Su Mengdie on the bed: "Your Majesty, the Empress is starting to sweat again. Should I ask someone to come in..."

"Go down!" The man waved impatiently.

"Sister is leaving!" Zhao Yao walked out with a puzzled look on his face, and closed the door tightly. He looked at the big guards and palace maids and eunuchs all over the yard. Seeing that they all saw them, he regained the general's demeanor. In the eyes of the left and right prime ministers, he was just a slave, but in this palace, except for His Majesty and Empress, he was the biggest partner of his flattery. He walked to the yard with great courage and pointed: "Tonight, Your Majesty stayed in Ye Fengyang Palace, and I will guard it for me. If this general's life is taken away by a mosquito, it will take your life!"

"Yes, yes!" The guard commander nodded and bowed, as if he had become a habit, turned around and ordered: "Have you heard it clearly?"

Nodding collectively.

It seems that this empress is not as unpopular as the rumored one. Regardless of whether she is favored or not, she will remain unpopular.

Fu Yunche stared at the woman's little face lying beside the pillow, with no emotion at all, as if in the thousand-year-old cold pond, she sighed and pulled out the folding fan behind her back, sat forward on the edge of the bed, lifted up the quilt, revealing the back covered with a layer of gauze, and there were black and blue scars. When she opened the folding fan, she gently sent a slut to her buttocks, and scolded: "I don't know how the Su family taught you etiquette!"

The volume deliberately lowered, as if intentionally not waking the sleeping person, just swaying and folding fans regularly.

Seeing that there was a wound on his forehead and a bruise on his shoulders, he could be said to be covered in scars, but he did not regret it. This woman was too blatant and did not teach her a lesson. She never knew that she was so naughty. Sometimes she could shock the whole audience and show her momentum of the king, and sometimes she didn't know that she was so arrogant. If she hadn't made contributions to Nanyue, just calling her king's name would be enough to behead her head. If it weren't for his acceptance of all the rivers, her ten thousand heads would not be enough to cut.

"Fu Yunche..."

A dreamy joke made the man sit slightly stiff, looking at the woman's slightly opened mouth, realizing that he was missing him in his dream, and there was a complicated expression in his narrow phoenix eyes. Seeing a drop of saliva dripping along the corner of the girl's lips, he sneered again, reached out and used his thumb to wipe the saliva.

The slightly white little mouth seemed to have a lot to say, and kept opening and closing: "Fuck you, uncle... Fu Yunche... curses... you must die a good death... you will break you... and divide your body... and don't give birth to a son..."
Chapter completed!