Chapter 632

Fengzi strange way: "mother, what is so happy?"

Ah Zhao managed to hold back his smile and drank a mouthful of tea to moisten his throat. Then he told Fengzi what he had said with Chen.

Feng Zi:

After hearing this, he didn't laugh like a Zhao imagined. Instead, he looked subtle.

Beautiful woman?

He looked up at a Zhao.

The empress mother probably did not know that she was on the court that day. When she said those words, she thought of her figure for the first time in her mind.

Feng Zi thinks his idea is a bit dangerous.

However, he said, "why should the empress mother belittle herself? The beauty of the imperial concubine is just as beautiful as that of the Empress Dowager in terms of aura. "

This is out of line again.

But Fengzi some can not listen to others better than mother.

Even if ah Zhao said it himself.

However, this kind of words fell to a Zhao's ears

Satisfied!

Have vision!

A Zhao thinks that this man has a bright future.

In front of Chen's face, he seriously belittles himself, which has made a Zhao very aggrieved.

Feng Zi's words are really ironed.

Feng Zi looked at a Zhao's look, and saw that she had relaxed a lot after hearing her own words, and her heart fell down.

He did find out.

The young mother, who is the same age as herself and is two months younger than herself, is still a 16-year-old girl no matter how dignified and mature she looks in front of others.

She is very delicate.

Especially like others praise her good-looking!

Think about it. It's cute.

At this time, Feng Zi didn't quite understand what he thought about the little mother.

Until that morning, I woke up from my dream.

Fengzi sat up and waited on the waiter outside the curtain and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, but do you want to get up?"

Fengzi didn't speak, just looked at the cloud pattern on the curtain curtain curtain with the dim candle light in the bedroom hall.

In the dream that soft greasy fragrant soft body, white dazzling arm wrapped in his body feel as if you can still feel.

That face, plain white and beautiful, dyed with three thin red, sandalwood mouth slightly open, revealing people can not help breathing.

He was so familiar that his heart trembled.

I don't know how long after that, the Chamberlain called him softly. It's time to get up and go to court.

Feng Zi raised the quilt without saying a word.

Changed into a new pair of obscene trousers.

He did not go to Fuhua palace for two days.

A Zhao sent people to inquire and got the reply that his majesty is really busy these days.

When a Zhao heard the speech, he didn't ask much. He only told the people in the palace to send the tonic cooked daily to Fengzi's palace.

Today is the third day.

Feng Zi sat in the study, looking at a pile of unfinished memorials in front of her eyes, and took a casual look at the outside.

At this moment, the people of Fuhua Palace are coming to deliver the soup and medicine.

Sure enough, the next moment, the voice of the waiter rang out.

It is still the delicate white jade cup.

Feng Zi's face was still, looking at the palace people kneeling on the ground: "how is the body of the empress mother these two days?"

The palace man hesitated to say: "the Empress Dowager suffered from some coldness yesterday, and her spirit is not very good today."

Have a cold?

Feng Zi's eyebrows wrinkled deeply.

"I will go..." Fengzi wanted to say that I went to see my mother, and suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a moment.

"I will visit my mother later."

After the Fuhua palace retired, Fengzi continued to deal with the memorial.