Since Zhou Xiurong and Ayu said that, Ayu has waited for a long time, but has not waited for the news that Miss Zhang Er entered the palace to live.

Although he was puzzled, Ayu left this matter behind after thinking for a moment.

Ayu was pregnant this time, and she felt even more uncomfortable than when she was pregnant with You. At first, she was just sleepy, but later she couldn't smell the fishy smell. That's all, but she couldn't eat anything. She just forced herself to eat some, and later she vomited completely.

After a few times, she had no intention of eating, which made her feel too uncomfortable.

She did not specifically tell Feng Yu about this, but Madam Song was in Xianyun Palace, so Feng Yu would naturally know that on this day, Feng Yu went to Xianyun Palace to accompany Ayu for dinner.

Ayu couldn't smell the fishy smell, so the dishes on the table were either light or extremely sour or spicy. Feng Yu glanced at her and calmly looked away and landed on Ayu. After seeing that she was pregnant, the flesh on her cheeks had lost weight, and her jaw was pointed and thin, making people frown unconsciously.

She clearly felt hungry, but Ayu didn't have any appetite. She looked at Feng Yu with her lips shrunk and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to come with me, there is nothing you like to eat here."

Feng Yu's eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, and he sighed softly, saying, "It's okay."

He held the wooden hand and picked up a piece of dish for her. It was Ayu's favorite food in the past, but now Ayu showed a hint of disgrace. Even so, she still ate it silently, her eyebrows tightly fucked, as if she was being tortured.

She knows she should eat, but knowing it doesn't mean she can do it.

Ayu didn't know if she was pregnant or her personality was like this. Only when she felt a little uncomfortable would she be so pretentious. Her eyes instantly burst into tears, which made people feel distressed.

Just looking at her appearance, Feng Yu couldn't eat anything and showed his worries without any concealment:

"You really can't eat anything?"

Ayu shook her head gently, and she felt very aggrieved when she tilted her lips. She didn't know whether she was complaining or acting cute: "He is so troubled."

Feng Yu pursed his lips and his eyes fell on her lower abdomen. Maybe she was wearing a loose dress, and there was no sign of pregnancy. He couldn't figure out how such a small thing could be so tormenting?

After forcing her to eat a few bites of vegetables, Ayu felt a turbulent stomach. She covered her lips and looked at Feng Yu in a hurry. She quickly got up and ran into the inner hall. Feng Yu's face changed slightly, she put down the wood and walked in.

Ayu was spitting out at the spittoon in a dark place. When she saw him coming in, she said anxiously: "How did the emperor come in?"

"I will be unable to eat this way later..."

When she said the last sentence, she was about to cry. She was obviously feeling uncomfortable and had some credit for him, but she didn't even dare to vomit in front of him, for fear of provoking his appetite.

Feng Yuyuan was still wondering why she was running in and vomiting. After hearing this, she didn't know whether to feel distressed or angry:

"What nonsense."

What is her like? He hasn't seen it before?

Zhou Qi hurriedly came over with clear water, Ayu rinsed her mouth, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, Feng Yu walked over and held her hand, and heard her cryingly say:

"Master, I can't eat..."

Feng Yu's throat moved, and the woman threw herself into his arms and cried anxiously. In this way, Feng Yu would say that she didn't feel sorry for her.

He stroked her back and could only whisper to compromise: "Then I won't eat it."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the person in his arms shook his head. She understood very well, but when it was time to feel uncomfortable, she would still feel uncomfortable.

Tired of crying, Ayu fell asleep in his arms. Feng Yu gently put her on the bed, nodded to Zhou Qi, and then walked to the outer hall.

He glanced at the dishes on the table, and his heart was filled with uncertainty.

Zhou Qi lowered her head and walked out quickly, dressed in her body and bowed, wondering: "Your Majesty?"

Feng Yu frowned and asked her: "Did Concubine Yu say what she wants to eat?"

Zhou Qi's face was also full of disdain. She shook her head in frustration. If she had said it, that would be fine. As long as she said it, she would get it for her.

Feng Yu pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and could only give powerless instructions: "Let Madam Song prepare medicinal food. If she wants to eat the best, if she doesn't want to eat it, just...

I can't let her vomit like this.

Thinking of the fact that there were still a lot of matters left in Qiankun Palace, he brushed his sleeves and looked at the inner palace before saying, "Sustain your empress well, I will see her again in the evening."

After he left, Zhou Qi entered the inner hall and saw Ayu lying on the bed with her thin eyebrows frowned. She really couldn't even sleep.

She suddenly felt a little distressed. She had already had a prince, so the master could not suffer this crime.

On the other side, Feng Yu walked out of Xianyun Palace and turned cold:

"It's been so long since Yufei couldn't eat anything. There's still no way to the imperial kitchen. What's the use of me?"

Yang De hurriedly said, "Stop the anger of the Lord."

He heard that the imperial kitchen had racked his brains to figure out a solution. Almost every day the dishes were different. If there were a few dishes that Yufei could eat a few more bites, they would appear on Yufei's table again the next day.

But Yufei couldn't even eat it. The imperial kitchen had no way to ask, and even asked him where he was, and wanted to know what could Yufei eat it.

Feng Yu wanted to say something, but suddenly he saw a palace servant running over in front of him:

"Your Majesty, Lord Lu is asking for a visit in front of the Imperial Study."

Feng Yu frowned his eyebrows and asked for a meeting at this time? He had just finished his morning court not long.

Yang De said: "This time, the emperor asked several adults from the Censorate to invigilate the examination, and Lord Lu was there to supervise it. Maybe there is something important to report?"

If there is really this problem, it should be said during the morning court.

However, Feng Yu still walked towards the Imperial Study.

In front of the imperial kitchen, Lu Zong was holding a note and a jar in his hand. He sighed softly. When he heard that the emperor asked him to go in, he paused before stepping in.

As soon as he approached, Feng Yu saw the incompatible jar in his hand.

"My dear friend came to the palace to narrate, what is the jar in his hand?"

Feng Yu was in a bad mood and was patient, but the questions were faint.

Lu Zong smiled awkwardly: "Emperor, I heard that after Empress Yu was pregnant, I couldn't eat it. My sister happened to be pregnant the day before yesterday. She made her own sour fruits, which seemed to be quite pregnant for pregnant people. Therefore, she took a jar and borrowed flowers to offer it to Buddha."

After hearing this, Feng Yu finally understood that the note today was fake, and Lu Zong’s purpose should be to send this jar.

His eyes became dark and quite dark. He stared at the jar for a long time and snorted coldly with unknown meaning: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It is the duty of the emperor to share his worries."

Feng Yu was not comfortable with these official words, so he remembered the appearance of Concubine Yu before. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he still said in a deep voice: "Let go."

Lu Zong quickly breathed a sigh of relief and heard the emperor say again: "If Concubine Yu's situation improves really, I will be rewarded."

"The emperor said tremendously."

After Lu Zong left the imperial study room, Feng Yu stared at the jar with a slightly dark face, and Yang De was puzzled.

Although Lord Lu's move is a bit unruly, if it is really useful to Concubine Yu, it can solve the emperor's worries. How can you not be so happy to see the emperor?

He asked in confusion: "Master, what's wrong with you? But what's wrong with Lord Lu?"

Feng Yu sneered: "I don't know that Lu Zong has a married sister."

Lu Zong does have a sister, but now she is only eight years old, how can she get pregnant?

He had a cousin who is now a talented person in the palace. How could he not know that Lu Cairen was pregnant and could still produce sour fruit?

Yang De's face changed slightly: "Has Lu Zong lied?"

Feng Yu looked at the jar with a little darker look and hummed with unknown meaning: "He was right in his last sentence."

"What do you mean?"

Feng Yu glanced at him and said coldly: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha!"

As for whom the flowers he borrowed, it was not like he said.

Yang De was stunned, obviously thinking of something, and he asked in a daze: "That...this sour fruit..."

Feng Yu rubbed his eyebrows irritably: "Take it to Doctor Song."

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it will be impossible to send it to Yufei without inspection.

Yang De moved quickly, but he rushed back in just half an hour. It would be impossible for Lu Zong to send him into the palace.

Feng Yu knew it very well, but he still sent it to the imperial physician Song. As for whether he had selfish intentions, no one knew it.

Yang De held the jar and said, "Emperor, that slave sent it to Empress Yu?"

Feng Yu threw down the memorial and glanced at him impatiently: "I want you to talk too much."

He looked at the jar and said coldly: "Put it down."

Yang De quickly let go, unable to figure out his thoughts.

It was not until the evening that Feng Yu had almost handled the court affairs before he got up, glanced at the jar, and ordered Yang De:

"Take it with you and go."

Yang De followed him, gently curled his lips, and tickled his heart.

In Xianyun Palace, Ayu had just woken up and sat up with her body, so she asked the nanny to carry You'er in. Then Madam Song came in with her medicinal meal. She turned her head and felt uncomfortable in her heart. She said:

"Mum, I can't eat it."

When Madam Song got the emperor's order, it was not difficult for her. Seeing that she really couldn't take it, she responded and took the medicinal meal and left.

As soon as she arrived at the corridor, she saw the emperor stepping over the palace gate and coming in. Yang De’s arms behind her were holding something in his arms. She didn’t look closely and just bowed quickly.

Feng Yu approached and raised his hand to tell her not to be too polite. Then he looked at the medicinal food that had not moved at all in her hand and frowned:

"Can Yufei use it?"
To be continued...