Although Bi Lanting was curious, he still shut his mouth to see that a Zhao didn't want to say anything.
……
Since Hua Yong sent the letter, the whole person was in a strange situation.
On the one hand, he felt that he was too impulsive.
This is not a good time.
The situation in summer is very tense. I don't have much time and mind to spend on personal feelings.
On the other hand, he also knows that at this time, Zhaoyang must be disgusted with his own bones.
At this time, a letter of concern from myself may not make her happy.
But even though he thought so, after the letter was sent, he always had a real desire.
Waiting for news from subordinates.
However, he was doomed to be unable to wait.
One day, two days, three days.
He summoned his subordinates and finally got the news that he could not find out the specific situation around the empress.
In fact, the subordinates did not dare to say that the empress did not even look at it, but tore it into pieces.
Hua Yong was a little lost.
Let's wait for the summer to settle down.
When he completely controls the country, he goes to see a Zhao.
Whether it's a dogged fight or a bold face.
He will go and ask for her forgiveness.
As long as you have enough time.
He could always wait until she let go.
Hua Yong thought in his heart.
Time flies.
The old emperor of Xia Dynasty, who had been seriously ill for a long time, finally failed to survive.
Red.
The princes took advantage of this opportunity to fight again and were suppressed by Hua Yong.
Then he was crowned emperor.
It's been a busy time.
He is so busy that he doesn't even sleep for two hours a day.
The decree has been given.
The former Emperor has been buried in the imperial mausoleum.
The inauguration ceremony is scheduled for ten days.
At last, Hua Yong was relieved.
His face was a little white.
Originally the body is not particularly good, this period of time and energy consumption, is really not very good.
After a good sleep, he sat in the imperial study and drew a picture.
The picture shows a beauty.
She has a woman's gorgeous charm and a man's charm.
Hua Yong gently reached out and touched the man's face.
His movements are very careful, as if in front of him is not a picture, but his beloved woman.
"Zhaoyang. After a while, I'll go to the rosefinch to find you. "
"No matter how angry you are or how you blame me, I will suffer. As long as... "
As long as you, just ask you, can forgive me.
However, he probably doesn't have to wait for a while.
Even ah Zhao doesn't need his apology.
Seven days before the inauguration ceremony.
Hua Yong arranged a message from the subordinates of the rosefinch that the empress of the rosefinch was about to marry.
"What?" Hua Yong's hand trembled as he was reading the memorial.
A few red dots were pointed out by the red pen in the hand.
But Hua Yong didn't care.
He was staring at the man and asked, "what did you just say? Who wants a big marriage? "
The subordinate's back was sweating with cold sweat, staring at the pressure and whispering, "it's the rosefinch lady who is about to get married..."
"No way!" Hua Yong snapped.
"What false news are you asking for! Are you not afraid that I will treat you as a bully? "
"Your Majesty's warning." The subordinate fell to his knees.
"What a prudent thing it is for the empress to get married. Now, the people of the whole Zhuque Dynasty know the news from the court himself!"
That means I'm not lying.