The streets are bustling, and there are many girls out shopping. Most of them have their faces uncovered. Occasionally, there are one or two, but they are rarely seen.

Fu Ronghua walked and walked like this, and his eyes fell on a stall. It was a stall selling wood-carved dolls, with lifelike wood carvings placed on it.

Fu Ronghua walked up unconsciously and accidentally remembered the clay doll he bought with Emperor Xuanzhao during that palace trip.

She stretched out her jade-like fingers and said, "Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Two coppers for each," the boss, a simple and honest middle-aged man, said quickly and flatteringly.

Fu Ronghua signaled Zi Tuo beside him to give him money, and she held the doll in both hands, with a hint of smile in her eyes under the curtain.

"Let's go," Fu Ronghua said in a low voice.

When the two turned around, they bumped into a man in gray clothes. The wind brought by the passers-by blew open the corner of the curtain, revealing his delicate white chin.

Feng Qing gave him a casual look and stopped completely. At this time, Fu Ronghua had passed him by, leaving only a faint scent of flowers.

"A Wu," he said absently, and subconsciously chased after him.

It's just that in the crowded crowd, where can I see the figure of a beautiful woman?

Feng Qing stood there in a daze, the loneliness permeating his body, which made people feel sad.

His fingers trembled slightly as he touched the jade pendant at his cuffs, his eyebrows showing a bit of sadness, "Did you see it wrong again?"

When Fu Ronghua came back, Emperor Xuan Zhao was sitting in the courtyard. When he saw her, he said, "I'm back."

Fu Ronghua raised his head and walked over in small steps, "Your Majesty, you are back."

Emperor Xuan Zhao took off her curtain hat and asked, "What's your name?"

Fu Ronghua pursed her lips and smiled, "Sir." She held up the wood carving in her hand, "Look, it's a kitten. Does it look good?"

Emperor Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, "You like cats."

Fu Ronghua handed the wooden cat in his hand to Zi Hao, then put his arm around Emperor Xuan Zhao's waist, "I am pleased with you, sir."

Zi Gao led the people back out and closed the courtyard door.

Emperor Xuanzhao threw away his curtain and hat, picked him up and said, "Go into the room and tell the young master."

He kicked the door open and closed it smoothly. Then he pressed Fu Ronghua against the door and asked in a low voice, "Say it again."

Fu Ronghua stretched out his hand and caressed his eyelashes, then lowered his hand and put it around his neck. His charming and soft voice rang in his ears, "I am happy with my body and soul, sir."

"Well" Fu Ronghua whispered, and the rest of the words were drowned on his lips.

Fu Ronghua ran her fingers across his back and suddenly paused. She hurriedly pushed Emperor Xuan Zhao's chest, "Your Majesty, you are injured."

Emperor Xuan Zhao let go of her and pulled her into the inner room, "Small injury."

Fu Ronghua looked at the blood on his palm, "But it's all seeping out."

Seeing her staring at her hands, Emperor Xuan Zhao took out a bottle of ointment and handed it to her, "Apply the medicine for the young master."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a bit of natural nobility and wantonness.

Fu Ronghua carefully untied his clothes and gasped when he saw a stab wound on his back, "Your Majesty was injured so badly, why didn't you call a doctor?"

"I'm used to it," he said in a calm voice.

Fu Ronghua watched as he took out the wound medicine and applied it gently on his wound.

After applying the wound medicine evenly little by little, he took the soft white cloth prepared by Emperor Xuan Zhao and bandaged it. Fu Ronghua was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Chapter completed!