Chapter 635

This medicine, unexpectedly, is not very difficult to drink.

It's not as bitter as a Zhao imagined, so it's not like suffering.

Two people one feed one drink, a bowl soon see the bottom.

At the last bite, a Zhao suddenly coughed. She covered her lips with a handkerchief, but accidentally hit Feng Zi's hand.

The medicine bowl in his hand was smashed into his arms.

Some of the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl was all stained on the robe.

A Zhao: "it's just

"I'm sorry." She said sincerely.

Feng Zi looks as usual: "no harm."

He took away the medicine bowl, then came over with the preserved fruit, held it with a silver stick, and sent it to a Zhao's mouth.

A Zhao is stunned.

She looked up, for a moment, it seemed that in the eyes of Fengzi, she saw the deep-seated tenderness.

But wait for her to blink an eye to look again, that vision is left only gentle smile, where is there any tenderness?

Is it a hallucination?

And

She looked down at the candied fruit on the edge of her mouth, and always felt that it was too intimate to feed the candied fruit.

Even the real mother and son will not make such a gesture in adulthood, will they?

As soon as a Zhao's eyes turned, he did not open his mouth. Instead, he turned his head to see Fengzi: "Your Majesty, I can come by myself."

Fengzi hook lips a smile: "son minister always busy, rarely have the opportunity to filial piety in the mother's side. Is it not possible for the empress mother to show her filial piety

Before that, they should set up the image of emperor Zifeng.

A Zhao narrowed his eyes: "but now there is no outsider."

The implication does not need to be shown to others.

Fengzi looks down at the candied fruit on the hand.

He wants to say it's not for others to see.

But not now.

He wasn't sure what she meant, and he didn't have the ability to kill all the threats.

He chuckled, no longer forced, put down the silver.

"It's the children's minister who is out of order."

He was born rich and handsome, so drooping his eyes, with a trace of low tone, is really unbearable.

A Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say that, or I'll let you feed it?

Of course, that can't be said.

She ate two candied fruits in silence, and felt that the delicious food in the past did not have the lovely sweetness.

Fengzi seemed not to mind the things just now. Seeing her finish eating, she took the preserves down and saw the words on the side.

"The queen mother was reading the script before?"

A Zhao shakes his head: "my eyes are dizzy and I don't see. I ask the literate palace people to read it to me."

Feng Zi took a copy of it. It tells the story of a young lady disguised as a man and a senior official in the imperial examination.

"In this case, I'll read the last paragraph for the empress mother."

A Zhao looks at him: "aren't you very busy recently?"

Feng Zixin said it was not very busy.

Busy thinking about how to suppress this should not have.

Of course, the final conclusion is that it can not be suppressed.

Fengzi is not a person who cares much about the common customs, nor does he love to be wronged.

Since you can't press it down, don't press it.

He faint smile: "busy finished."

When I'm finished, I'll have more time to see you.

Listen to him say so, a Zhao also no nonsense, very natural said: "just read 18 times."

Feng Zi turned to eighteen chapters and began to murmur in a low voice: "this lingsu arrived at canglan college. Naturally, he was careful, for fear that someone would find out something wrong. I never thought that my classmate had a scholar named Zheng... "

Fengzi's voice is deep and gentle, like a good hypnotic incense in this quiet snowy afternoon.

A Zhao's consciousness gradually fell into chaos.

In a trance, as if to some very familiar fragrance approaching.

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4.

There's nothing wrong with five or six treads.