Before Lu Fufeng's words fell, a faint male voice came from his ears, "Wind and snow? I'm afraid His Royal Highness King Sui is wrong...... The saint is dedicated to the common people in the world, how can he care about the life of a certain Song...... cough cough cough ......"

"How can it be so unruly? Didn't the rude officials in the palace teach your master not to interject when he spoke? Lu Fufeng chuckled twice, and glanced at Lu Fusang.

She originally pointed to these words to force Lu Fusang to make a decision, but she didn't want the man in her hand to choose to make a difference.

"Fufeng, let go!" Lu Fusang met Lu Fufeng's gaze and frowned, "You are a dignified king, why bother with a pariah person." ”

"Untouchables? He's the royal sister, the royal husband you've been working so hard for! Lu Fufeng felt the resentment of King Sui for Lu Fusang's husband in his mind, and his body was a little unstable.

King Sui's obsession seems to be too deep.

"Imperial husband ......" Lu Fusang didn't expect her imperial sister to care so much about such a name, "It's just a husband, why should the imperial sister care about this." ”

Well, 'just a royal husband'......

Lu Fusang responded to himself like this, clearly because he didn't want to deal with this low-end lifeform. Lu Fufeng looked at the person in his hand, and then at Lu Fusang, who was expressionless, and was about to let go, but found that the corners of the eyes of the person in his hand began to moisten.

"Holy Lord, you will follow King Sui! Song Yun had a crippled body, in exchange for Chen Guo's Qingming ...... for several years"

"Yun'er ......" When Lu Fusang heard the words 'Chaoye Qingming', his eyes flashed fiercely, "Fufeng let go!" ”

"Tsk, why do you have to say so hard work?" Looking at the two people in front of him, Lu Fufeng yawned in disgust, "I'm tired from standing in this hall for so long. The royal sister abolished her marriage with this person earlier, and she was good at recuperating from her illness. ”

"Imperial sister ......" Lu Fusang looked at Song Yun, then at Lu Fufeng, and was about to make an order, but saw that there was already the figure of the secret guard in the house, and then while speaking, he motioned to the secret guard to step forward and seize people, "Autumn harvest, order, the eldest son of the Song family, proud ......"

"Wait!" Lu Fufeng saw that someone was coming towards the person in his hand, so he immediately turned around and walked a few steps in front of Lu Fusang with a smile, "Sister Huang, do you say that you want to help the wind, or Song Gongzi, do you want the country, or do you want a beauty?" ”

"It's the country."

"Really?" Lu Fufeng looked at the blade stabbing towards Song Yun, and smiled lightly, "Sister Huang, remember your words......"

A black screen is a regrettable but exciting act. When Lu Fufeng opened his eyes again, there was only candlelight and the palace man guarding the bed.

"How long has the main hall been dizzy?" Lu Fufeng was thinking back to the eyes of the secret guard who planned to end up with Song Yun, and at the same time examined the overall function of this body.

"Back to Your Highness, you've been asleep for three days." The palace people who were keeping vigil saw that King Sui was awake, and then they bowed to Lu Fufeng unhurriedly.

"Then let's go outside." Lu Fufeng chuckled and stretched out an arm towards the palace people.

She remembers that she avoided the vital point when she was stabbed, and that she fainted, probably because of blood loss.

She may not realize the importance of blood to her for the rest of her life. Lu Fufeng regretfully passed through the door of the hall and fixed his eyes on the clusters of plants outside the hall.

"Your Highness is still the same as when he was a child, he likes flowers and plants." The palace man who helped Lu Fufeng put on the cloak glanced at Lu Fufeng's line of sight, and tied the streamer on the cloak in front of Lu Fufeng.

"Hmm......" Lu Fufeng didn't respond, just looked at the slightly rough hands of the palace people and frowned, "Is life in the palace not easy?" ”

"Huh?" The palace people who helped Lu Fufeng to walk out noticed that Lu Fufeng noticed her hand, and they were stunned, and then there was a little warm light in their eyes, "Hehehe." His Royal Highness is still as kind-hearted as when he was a child...... The old body is just old, it's not that life in the palace is not easy......"

"That's what people look like when they're old." Lu Fufeng is a little nostalgic for his body as an AI.

"Your Highness, don't be sad...... It is because the world will grow old that the world will always have gains and losses...... But because of the gains and losses, this day is interesting......" The palace people saw the loss in Lu Fufeng's eyes, and then took Lu Fufeng's hand and led her towards the flowers.

"Hmm...... What you say is very interesting. Lu Fufeng searched in the number of jù libraries for a week, but couldn't find a code name that could be used by the palace people, so he had to smile.

"It's useless to be interesting, you have to realize it......" The palace man pulled Lu Fufeng, held the lantern, and slowly squatted into the flowers.

Her squatting action made Lu Fufeng hear the sound of the bones shaking.

"Get up, old man." Lu Fufeng frowned, and abandoned the original rank code system of King Sui, "Squatting for a long time, your knees are ......"

"Shhhhhh......h

"Huh?" Lu Fufeng squatted down beside the palace man, quietly looking at the bud that was parallel to her gaze, "What will it say?" ”

"It will say that whoever should come back will come back. People who shouldn't leave won't leave. What should be the Lu family belongs to the Lu family after all. The palace man stretched out his hand to pluck the flower branches, letting the branches and leaves rub into a 'rustle' sound.

"The main hall didn't hear that." Lu Fufeng followed the movements of the palace people, fiddling, "The main hall can only hear these little things saying that we are tickling them." ”

"Heh......" The palace man smiled after listening to Lu Fufeng's words, "Your Highness is still as interesting as ever." ”

"You used to know the main hall?" Lu Fufeng smiled and teased the leaves in front of her, she likes plants, because these little things, like AI, mainly rely on the sun to survive.

"The old man has served by Guo Huangfu's side for nearly forty years......" The palace man looked at Lu Fufeng's side face and was slightly distracted.

"Then you must like him." Lu Fufeng looked at the words on the analyzer and said casually.

But he didn't know that he was such a smart man...... Hehe...... Sure enough, I'm old, what are I doing with you like this......" The palace man said two nonsense, and his face changed, "Your Highness, the night is cold." You'd better go back early......"

"What about you?"

"The old body is going to recite the scriptures."

"Oh......" Lu Fufeng glanced at the palace people, remembered her face, and turned his head to continue looking at the flowers. She is particularly interested in this flower, which blooms in autumn......

"Your Highness......"

"Your Highness......"

"Your Highness......"

"Huh?" Lu Fufeng glanced at the pale sky, turned his head and looked at the woman with a group of palace people and frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, it's time for breakfast......" The woman respectfully turned a bowl of meal. Silence their hard work in finding His Royal Highness King Sui.

"Oh......" Lu Fufeng took the bowl handed by the woman, and suddenly thought that she seemed to be recuperating on the couch yesterday, "How is Song Gongzi?" ”

"Song Gongzi, Song Gongzi ......" The face of the palace man who handed the bowl suddenly became a little unsightly, "Back to Your Highness, Song Gongzi felt that he was involved in His Highness yesterday, and his sin was unforgivable, and he was hanging on the beam." ”

"Dead?" Lu Fufeng put the spoon on the tribute plate held by another palace person, raised his head and drank the meal in the bowl.

"Your Highness, the Holy One is also a last resort......" As soon as he heard about life and death, a group of palace people immediately knelt on the ground.

"Hmm......" Seeing that all the people had already knelt, Lu Fufeng immediately sat upright and gathered his clothes, "What does the imperial sister plan to do with this hall?" ”

"This ...... I don't know. ”

"Then let's change the one you know." Lu Fufeng smiled slightly, turned his head and continued to accompany the group of flowers in front of him.

Seeing that King Sui no longer planned to take care of them, they didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly sent someone to send a message to the palace people in charge of the palace to deal with it.

Autumn is windy, and it must be inappropriate to stay outdoors for a long time.

The search for people in the palace is fast, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn harvest of the main event has arrived behind Lu Fufeng.

"The Holy One expects His Highness to be of the same heart and mind as her...... "After the autumn harvest rushed to Lu Fufeng to see the salute, he stated the explanation that he had already been familiar with.

Lu Fufeng looked back at the woman who was not timid in front of him, and asked with a smile, "What about Song Yun?" ”

"The saint has sent Song Gongzi back to the house."

Qiu Harvest slowly walked beside Lu Fufeng and helped her up, "Your Highness is a sensible person, so you won't worry about such a person, right?" ”

"The palace is just curious about the attitude of the imperial sister, it is too partial, and the palace will not agree." Lu Fufeng looked at the woman holding him with a smile, "What's your name?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, the slave name is the autumn harvest." Qiu Shui landed and walked slowly in the direction of Chen Palace, "Go to Song Yun, as well as the prince of Yuguo, the iron-beaten imperial husband, the man who flows water, His Royal Highness King Sui, don't let the saint be too difficult." ”

"Others can, but Song Yun can't." Lu Fufeng glanced at the autumn harvest meaningfully.

"Why can't other people, but Song Gongzi?" Listening to His Royal Highness King Sui's persistence, the pace of the autumn harvest became slower and slower, "Song Gongzi has begged for his life, His Royal Highness thinks it's not enough?" ”

"Not enough." Lu Fufeng thought about the number above 80% on the analyzer, and his heart trembled.

"Then, Nuchai, the Holy Lord will answer Your Highness."