Less than an hour after arriving at the palace, someone came to the palace.
"Your Majesty, the Queen would like to invite you to enter the palace for a while."
The palace man replied respectfully and stood by, as if you didn't want to leave, I would not leave.
Chu Jia and Sikong Ling looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then said to Feng Ruohen, "Your Majesty..."
Before he finished speaking, the man gently raised his hand to stop him, "I know, you go back first."
Now there are more depressed people in the palace. It was Feng Ruohen who pushed Hua Shang in with one hand. It was he who owed her.
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Royal Palace.
The midday sun was so fierce that it made the maids and eunuchs on duty outside the palaces feel dizzy.
The man was led all the way by the steward of Fengming Palace. Judging from the people's words and deeds, it seems that the Queen Hua Shang did a good job.
In this way, Feng Ruohen felt that he was a guest and the woman was the host.
Passing by the Shenwu Palace, a bright yellow figure seemed to be standing there early, waiting for a long time...
When the father-in-law in charge and several palace maids saw Feng Yao standing calmly beside the white jade railing, they all knelt down to say hello.
Their emperor seems to be waiting here with intention.
"You go first, I have something to talk to the regent."
He waved his robe lightly, and the place was immediately vacated.
The Imperial Guards were standing more than ten feet away, preventing anyone from getting close. It was extremely difficult to hear the conversation between the brothers.
Feng Yao stood slightly higher than Feng Ruohen.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the various palaces of different sizes in the deep palace, with an indescribable light sinking under his eyes.
After a slight pause, he stretched out his hand and pointed somewhere.
"Do you still remember? When we were children, we loved to run from the back door of the dyeing house to the back mountain to play. You were injured there because of Qin'er."
When Feng Yao spoke, he lacked the fierceness he had in the morning.
His expression was calm, and in a trance, it made people think that he had returned to the original prince who loved to joke with his servants and had no airs.
He retracted his hand, looked at Feng Ruohen's injured arm, and asked, "Is the injury still there?"
Feng Ruohen nodded slightly, raised his other arm and held it there.