Outside the main hall, a tall and sturdy man walked in. He was dressed in a brown-red robe, with a majestic physique and an air of boldness.

Behind him, followed a woman wearing a pale blue dress and a veil. The woman's eyes were gentle and gentle, her temperament was as light as the wind, and she exuded a sense of tranquility.

The man knelt down on one knee and said, "Young patriarch of the Li Clan, I have met Emperor Xuan Chao."

"The saint from the Li clan has met the emperor, the emperor Jin An."

"Get up, please sit down." A majestic voice came from a high position. Xie Yu lowered his eyebrows and followed behind the man, sitting upright in his seat.

The sound of singing and dancing started again, and Meng Fangfei pressed her lips, "This is the saint who has left the clan. All the people in our deep palace are really virtuous."

Fu Ronghua picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "As my sister said, all the sisters in the palace have their own merits."

"You are the only one with a sweet mouth," Meng Fangfei nodded between her eyebrows.

When Fu Ronghua came today, he brought Li Xun and Zihao Moyu with him.

Ruixue stayed at Qiushui Palace and never came, so when she was chatting and laughing with Meng Fangfei, a little palace maid became unstable and bumped straight into her.

Seeing that something was about to fall on her, Mo Yu directly caught the falling thing and put it away safely.

Li Xun, on the other hand, stretched out his hand and grabbed the little palace maid's belt, "Be careful next time. If you surprise the master, be careful with your life."

The little palace maid trembled and quickly shrank her shoulders, "This slave deserves death." She hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Fu Ronghua stroked his chest and said, "It's a great day today, forget it and go down."

The little palace maid left with great gratitude. Li Xun glanced at the soup in Mo Yu's hand and suddenly frowned, "Wait." He took a few steps forward and came to Mo Yu.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yu handed the soup to him, "What's wrong?"

Li Xun just smelled a vague fragrance, but it disappeared when he smelled it carefully. He was born in a family with medical skills, so he was most aware of such things.

He took the soup and said, "Some of this soup just spilled, Master, I'd better not use it."

Fu Ronghua understood what he had noticed and nodded slightly, "It doesn't matter, it will be the same with anything else."

Meng Fangfei glanced casually and said, "The little eunuch in your palace is indeed subtle, and what he said is right. How can he still serve you the soup that he spilled?"

Fu Ronghua lowered the corner of his mouth and said, "Sister, I'm quite particular."

Just as Meng Fangfei was about to say something, she heard the cold and majestic voice of Emperor Xuan Zhao, which sounded deep and deep, "The saint who has left the clan came here for the purpose of marriage. Now she enters the palace and is granted the title of Zhaoyi of the third rank, the title Fu, and the drama

Changyu Palace."

Xie Yu stood up to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. Long live your Majesty. Long live your Majesty."

"Fu Zhaoyi, please rise." Emperor Xuan Zhao spoke slowly.

Fu Ronghua's eyebrows twitched slightly. Xie Yu in his previous life was not given a title, but only Zhaoyi. His Majesty's current intentions are even more puzzling.

Meng Fangfei coughed slightly, "I knew this, but I didn't know that this Fu Zhaoyi's appearance is as bright and charming as a Fu."

An anxious look appeared on Mrs. Su's eyebrows. She glanced at Fu Ronghua's place, but the bowl of soup had not appeared for a long time. It was the strongest medicine. There was nothing that could cure it except people, but now, there was none.
Chapter completed!