Endless sorrow and despair enveloped the entire Fengyang Palace. The people in the yard were crying heartbroken and squatted on the ground and refused to get up, as if the more miserable the crying, the sooner the matter would pass.

Meng Li reached out to cover her face and squatted down. She couldn't help the Empress, she was too useless.

"Stop crying, it's useless to cry. You don't think about it. If she doesn't go to Xialan, the King of Xialan retreated and the army is approaching, she still can't survive. You can't live. You should be proud of her. She went there to save you!" Qianxue took her ears, it was really annoying. What's there to cry? Maybe she will come back one day.

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"Your heart is harder than a stone!"

The palace maids began to wail and accused the cold-blooded man. They stood and spoke without a pain in their backs. They were about to part with the empress. It was impossible for the empress to take them with them, and Xia Languo would not allow them, and they could not leave, and their families were still in Nanyue.

Anyway, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything about them.

At night, Su Mengdie walked towards Chaoyang Palace with a jar of wine, waved all the eunuchs and palace maids, sat at the moonlight table, and shouted into the room, "Come out for a drink!" He and Han Fei had drunk several times, but only realized that they had not had a good chat with Fu Yunche and were leaving tomorrow. Why, they had to have a chat?

Maybe I won’t even have the chance to meet in the future, and I’m still the one I like.

Fu Yunche was still wearing a dragon robe and heard the sound. After arriving, he lifted his robe and sat down, and took a bowl of wine he handed over: "Drink like this?"

Su Mengdie had a little unfriendly expression and picked up the bowl: "Just drink like this, this is called generous!" After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped on the stone bench under his hips, raised his head and drank the bowl of wine dry, then roughly wiped his mouth and continued to pour the wine.

The man raised his eyebrows and tilted his head indifferently and drank it all.

"I came today just to tell you that I went to Xialan, not because of you, nor because of Nanyue, but because I want to go too!" Fortunately, she hadn't said anything she loved him, otherwise it would be too embarrassing: "So you don't have to feel guilty!" Continue to fill the two of them.

Fu Yunche nodded, and said nothing, with no joy or sorrow on his face.

Su Mengdie found that she could not say anything intimate to him in the end. Haha, it was such a person, whether it was dull, happy or bitter, who would only hide in her heart, which made her, a modern person, so addicted to her. She began to worry. After drinking for thirty years, she couldn't help laughing and crying: "You should learn martial arts well, so as not to meet someone like me next time, and only be bullied!"

A certain Fu looked up and met the little face with a complicated look again. Under the silver moonlight, a line of tears was extremely conspicuous, and he smiled and said, "I'll lend you a good word!"

"The world is important, but there are also many emperors who die of overwork. They have to rest more and don't stay up all night!" He raised his head and drank a bowl again. His words and deeds were filled with the heroism of the children of the world. He no longer cared about any image and rules, and he would do whatever he wanted: "Fu Yunche!"

"Hmm?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman, and immediately pursed his lips.
Chapter completed!