Chapter 633

Open a memorial.

At the end of the year, the king of Xiang wanted to go to Beijing to face the saint.

It's still so long. What are you doing in such a hurry?

With a stroke of his pen, Feng Zi wrote a "quasi" character.

The next one.

The governor of Canton said that two months of heavy rain had affected the harvest in Fu province. Please

Feng Zi: the governor of Fu province has been here for a long time. What are you, governor of Guangdong Province, in charge of the affairs of Fu province?

The next one.

……

Feng Zi side upset irritable looking at most of the trivial things, while thinking in his heart: do not know whether the queen mother called the imperial doctor? Is it hard or not? Do you have fever?

Thinking about

He put the pen in his hand and got up.

To his restraint!

When he heard the news of his Majesty's arrival, a Zhao was half lying on the bed.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, and her shoulders were wrapped in a short cloak of rabbit hair. Her hair was loose and tied up with a headband. With her eyes half closed, she was listening to a storybook read by a member of the Fuhua palace.

That's right.

Because a little dizzy, reading more difficult, she thought of such a way.

When Feng Zi enters the hall, what he sees is a quite leisurely appearance.

Most of his heart was relieved.

But soon he frowned: "it's cold. Since the mother is not well, why is the window still open? How do you serve them? "

This sentence successfully let the palace people kneel down.

A Zhao: "it's just

She beckoned to let Feng Zi sit down, and let the redundant palace people retreat.

And insisted that the valet, who was going to close the window, quit.

"Don't close the window." She said.

Feng Zi looked at her with disapproval.

Ah Zhao said, "the dragon is burning in this hall. It's not cold at all. If the window is closed, it's very stuffy. "

Feng Zi looked at her, a Zhao face small, now by this rabbit hair cloak a group of fluffy wrapped, more delicate.

Feng Zi narrowed his eyes: "since it is not cold, how can the mother suffer from cold?"

A Zhao: "it's just

Seeing that she did not speak, Fengzi called the servants of the outer hall to come in.

"Say, how can the mother catch cold?"

The palace people knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up at the eyes of the empress dowager, their master's son.

It turned out to be yesterday that a plum blossom in Fuhua palace was in bloom.

A Zhao disliked the cold outside and was unwilling to go out. He sat in front of the window and enjoyed it for a while.

She was wearing thin clothes in the palace. The cold wind in the window was blowing. She didn't feel cold. During the dinner, her throat began to hurt. By the time she went to bed at night, she began to have a fever.

After hearing the reason, Feng Zi's face was cold: "the palace people of Fuhua palace take care of the Empress Dowager in this way?"

It looks like I'm going to vent my anger.

A Zhao quickly asked people to step down and softened his voice: "they advised me, but I didn't listen to the dissuasion. Don't be angry with others."

Feng Zi looked at her, tone is still some cold: "did not take care of the master son, is their dereliction of duty."

A Zhao whispered, "it's just a little cold..."

"A little cold?" Feng Zi raised his voice, with a faint anger.

He was really angry.

Angry that she didn't value her body at all.

A Zhao: "it's just

Although she does feel that modern times is just a little cold, it really doesn't matter, but it doesn't affect her to realize that Feng Zi's mood is not right at the moment.

After all, he is also for his own good.

We can't fight back.

It must be coaxed.

So a Zhao softened his voice: "Your Majesty, I really have nothing to do. Don't worry too much."

Fengzi didn't respond.

A Zhao stretched out his hand again and pulled at his sleeve.

Feng Zi: I was going to let go of my mouth, but my mother came to pull my sleeve! If you stretch again, will the mother Hey, hey, hey.

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See you in the evening.