While the father and daughter were talking, the carriage had already driven to the gate of the palace.

The two got out of the car, and a little father-in-law was already waiting at the door, and when he saw the two coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and saluted: "The slave asks for peace to Lord Yun and the little county lord." ”

"Lead the way!" Huangfu Yunhua glanced indifferently, completely losing the image of a loving father on the carriage.

"Yes, yes, Lord Yun, please, little county lord, please." Where did the little father-in-law dare to offend the big Buddha of Xiliang, and immediately nodded and led the way in front.

Huangfu Yunhua looked at Ye Qinghuan with a smile, Ye Qinghuan smiled back, and the father and daughter walked towards the palace one after the other with a tacit understanding.

The little emperor of Xiliang, named Huang Fulin, began to get sick a few years ago, with vomiting blood as the main symptom, and the imperial doctors could not find the cause after diagnosis, and it has been delayed for two or three years, and almost all the affairs of the court have been handed over to the regent palace.

With Huang Fulin's sick body, he naturally couldn't summon Huang Fu Yunhua and Ye Qinghuan in the imperial study.

Therefore, the little father-in-law who led the way directly brought Huangfu Yunhua and Ye Qinghuan to Huangfu Lin's bedroom.

"Lord Yun, please, the little county lord, the emperor is inside, because the emperor has orders, so the slaves ...... The minions will not go in. The little father-in-law bowed down at the door again and again, and invited Huangfu Yunhua and Ye Qinghuan to enter.

Huangfu Yunhua ignored the little father-in-law, and walked into the emperor's bedroom with Ye Qinghuan.

It wasn't until he reached the inner hall that Huangfu Yunhua let go of Ye Qinghuan's wrist.

Ye Qinghuan frowned slightly, there was a very strong smell of blood in this inner hall, with a slight stench.

She immediately thought of Huang Fulin, who was seriously ill.

So, she couldn't help but serve the palace people of Huangfulin and reciprocated her sympathy.

Living in such a stench every day, it would be much better to pour night incense.

Thinking like this, she had already followed Huangfu Yunhua to the couch where Huangfu Lin was lying in the inner hall.

Only five or six paces away, the stench of blood was even stronger.

"Weichen see the emperor." Huangfu Yunhua bowed his hand lightly, his body did not bow down, and his hands were immediately lowered, "This is Weichen's beloved daughter." ”

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Ye Qinghuan: "Huanhuan, I've seen the emperor soon." ”

Ye Qinghuan is looking at the emperor Fulin!

I saw that Huang Fulin's face was as pale as paper, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were prominent, and his face, which originally seemed to be a little handsome, was only ugly at the moment.

This Huang Fulin is only twenty-four or five years old, and he has been tortured by illness like this, which is really embarrassing again: 'Money and power can't be exchanged for a healthy body'!

And Huangfu Yunhua's words made Ye Qinghuan come back to his senses from quietly looking, took a step forward, and smiled lightly: "Qinghuan has seen the emperor." ”

Her father just gave up, so she naturally didn't have to kneel.

That's nice.

In the past, she didn't have to kneel to the powerful because of her ninth uncle's power in Dongchu, but now that she came to Xiliang and relied on her father's power, she didn't have to kneel to anyone.

God still loves her very much.

"Ahem...... cough cough ...... "Huang Fulin has been coughing, and there is a trace of blood in the handkerchief, which is shocking.

He finally stopped coughing, only then did he look at Ye Qinghuan, and said with a reluctant smile: "The county lord of Qinghuan is really the same as the ...... back then Xiao like, Xiao like......"

Obviously, although Huang Fulin was less than ten years old back then, he also saw the princess of war who made Xiliang famous.

"The emperor coughs so hard, can I help the emperor take the pulse?" Ye Qinghuan looked at Huang Fulin with a smile, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel like a spring breeze.