The old fox? Su Mengdie looked up from the painting and was very happy. This adjective is good. Huo Zhizhang is indeed an old fox, a proud old fox, very self-aware. He knows that his temperament will attract villains at any time. Of course, he is still very proud not to ask Hu Bingli to come to her, which means he respects her.

She felt quite flattered. After all, he was different from Hong Wu. Hong Wu had something to ask for, but she had never helped Huo Zhizhang. She was also pleading for her and knelt for three days. She believed that he wanted to save her because he was afraid of offending other ministers. She had to keep such a person.

It is said that the grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.

The painting was not completed until the evening. He rolled up with a smile and said to Ali: "You will leave the palace tomorrow and collect the green tea leaves again. Then let you taste what real tea is!" Then he went to the yard to select twenty pots of white chrysanthemums, raised his lips and smiled evilly: "Set the Chaoyang Palace!"

Fu Yunche, if you like Bai Ju so much, you will appreciate it enough. The more you think about it, the more you feel prouder. Play with me, and you will be so happy.

Looking at the woman's cheerful back, Qianxue shook her head again. This was the most special princess she had ever seen. Basically, such women in the palace could not survive, but it was a little better than when we first met, and only a little bit.

"Your Majesty returns to the palace!"

The guards at the gate of Chaoyang Palace and the palace maids and eunuchs on the inside quickly lined up to greet them.

"Welcome to your Majesty!"

Fu Yunche seemed to be accustomed to it, and waved his hand casually: "Flat!" Then he stepped into the lobby and heard that the woman had come to wait for him to have a meal early in the morning. How could she be abrupt and beautiful woman? As soon as she entered the room, she smelled the fragrance of white chrysanthemums and looked at the head of the bed, and was stunned.

The portrait is not large and the framed portrait is the most prominent. It is the great monarch of Nanyue. It is not lifelike, but it is also similar. The person in the painting only has a head, and the hair crown of the two dragons playing with pearls is depicted in a very vivid way, with a cold expression, and a look of force will inevitably destroy the domineering aura of the people, and belittle everything. Even Xiao Gengzi couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

But Fu Yunche frowned, as if thinking, is he so serious in her eyes?

In front of the portrait, there was a wooden table full of white chrysanthemums. What everyone thought was that the Empress wanted to send flowers to His Majesty too much, which was a manifestation of love. The relationship between these two people became more and more mysterious. The Empress was also a blessed person. His Majesty sent so many white chrysanthemums, which other women could not ask for.

Su Meng's butterfly leaned against the bed pillar. She had been envied by Fu Yunche for a day, and the good words were endless. To her, it was purely ironic. Seeing Fu Yunche's hot eyes, he was stunned. He couldn't tell what this meant?

"Love Concubine!" Fu Yunche's eyes flashed with emotion, and she waved her palace slave, stepped forward and opened her arms and was about to hug the woman in her arms, but she was pushed away: "Hehe, the Love Concubine turned out to tell me that she wanted to see things and think of others in this way. The Love Concubine is really good at it!"

You girl, Su Mengdie held back her temper again, smiled sweetly at the man, came to the table and put the bronze tripod for the gods in the middle of the portrait, took three incense sticks and inserted it, lit it, put three plates of fruit, took three steps back, bowed, and looked at it, "Rest in peace, don't worry, I would have lived a very, very good life without you, Amen!"
Chapter completed!