Chapter 924

Without saying a word, she directly took all the fault on herself, and gave Hua Yong no chance to carry the pot.

Your majesty, do you care nothing about your reputation?

Since the empress is like this, what else can the imperial historians say?

What else do you want when the emperor admits that he is wrong?

Do you really want her majesty to write a crime?

To put it bluntly, that is, the empress slept late and missed an early morning.

In addition, Bi Baohua's accession to the throne for so many years has always been regarded as a Ming monarch.

After careful consideration, the imperial historians felt that the empress admitted that she was wrong. There was nothing black about it. Forget it.

That's how it's settled.

When the news reached the Jianjia palace, Hua Yong couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he shook his head again: "it's just her wayward."

But he said so, but the smile on his face couldn't help it.

On the edge of the ear can not help but tease: "slaves in the palace for many years, the story has heard too much, never seen such an expression of the emperor."

With a smile on his face, Hua Yong said, "I'm a little sleepy. Stay outside, sui'er. I'll take a short rest."

When he took a rest, he didn't like to be guarded, so sui'er quickly withdrew.

When sui'er went out, Hua Yong stopped smiling.

He stood up and looked out of the window at the wind chime flowers. He could not see half affection and tenderness in his expression.

At the beginning of this year's love, it was just a false retreat.

But he reached out and pressed his heart, where it was pounding.

The next moment, a breeze flashed by.

A small, insignificant ball of paper was thrown into the room from which direction.

Hua Yong looked awe inspiring. He bent down to pick it up and opened it.

There was only a short line on it: the emperor was seriously ill, and the kings seemed to be at odds with each other.

Without any expression, Hua Yong tore up the paper and threw it into the teapot.

The man was seriously ill.

Now the summer, a jar of water has been muddy?

Who can remember the king of Lin'an who was banished to the vermilion bird more than a year ago?

He's been working step by step this year, and it's time to move those nails.

It's winter again.

After visiting a Zhao in the palace, she remembered that it was the time for the plum blossom garden to bloom.

Thinking of those red plum trees, which were just in line with her own Fufeng platform, she took two palace people to plum garden to fold plum for herself.

In the whole Zhuque Dynasty, Bilin Ting dared to do so.

Who doesn't know that those red plum trees are the favorite of the empress. It's hard for ordinary people to look at them, let alone pick them.

This beloved Wang Nu dares to say that she has broken a few plums to raise.

Bi Lanting enters the plum garden.

It just snowed in the morning, half a boot deep snow, step on the creak sound.

In the ice and snow, countless graceful flowers bloom in the snow, and the cold fragrance comes.

Bi Lanting is not a very elegant person. She goes directly to the red plum blossom in high spirits.

Just as I was about to get closer, I found that someone had come first.

"Who?" An elegant voice sounded.

Biliant looked up subconsciously.

It happened that the man was looking back at this side.

Bilanting was crazy.

The four seas in a vast expanse of ice and snow, in an instant produced a few red plum, red dazzling and burning eyes, a moment will this world point live.

But the red plum is dazzling again, also can't compare that a plain colored cloak standing under the plum branch of the man.

The snow is white, the cloak is white, and the white fox skin around the neck is white.

So the black and delicate eyebrows and eyes become more and more prominent.