Hua Shang stood on the stone arch bridge from a distance, and when she saw the horrifying scene, she was so shocked that she almost fainted!
Even before the words were shouted out, a bright yellow figure flew into everyone's sight!
He turned around in the air and caught Rui'er who had lost his footing!
It fell to the ground silently, and the clothes hung down gently, calmly restoring the emperor's demeanor.
After a moment of silence, the old eunuch who shouted loudest just now responded first, "The Emperor...Long live the Emperor!!!"
For a moment, Yu Huayuan immediately knelt on the ground.
No one expected that Feng Yao would suddenly appear at this critical moment.
After all, he has not shown his kung fu in front of others for many years. The palace people in this deep palace have almost forgotten that their majesty is also very powerful in martial arts and excellent in riding and shooting.
"Everyone is flat." He just ordered lightly, Feng Yao kept looking at the little guy he was holding.
Feng Rui seemed to be frightened, but because his father caught him in time, his frightened little face looked both surprised and happy.
He wanted to be intimate with Feng Yao, but why was his father's expression solemn and scary at this moment?
"Rui'er!" Hua Shang quickly ran over and picked him up from Feng Yao's hands.
I checked him nervously to see if he had any scratches or bumps, and my heart ached to death.
He has long since lost the appearance of the steward of the Wind, Wind, Fire and Sparks of Prince Feng's Mansion.
"Mother... Rui'er is fine." Buried in Hua Shang's arms, Feng Rui muttered, not looking at anyone else.
Hua Shang was stunned for a moment and saw something.
He seemed to be frightened, but it wasn't because he almost fell off the rockery, but because...
Only then did his eyes look at Feng Yao standing next to him. The man in dragon robe had a pale face, without even a hint of softness.
It made people tremble, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, your Majesty is blessed."
Kneeling down with Fengrui in his arms, Hua Shang greeted him as a queen.
She felt extremely weird in her heart. His coldness and faint... creepy aura made her have to kneel down.
Feng Yao looked at the woman in front of him with dark eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
After a long while, he said, "My prince, please never climb so high again in the future, do you understand?"
The atmosphere solidified for no reason.
Those words of concern sounded like there was no concern at all.