Feng Jiu woke up for the past few days, and he had a very fulfilling life. The emperor took her and Rolling, and there were endless tricks every day.

Speaking of which, the emperor has never moved the idea of accepting apprentices, and the people he has pointed out can be counted on one hand. This time, I wanted to teach this son personally. On the one hand, he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and few people can compare with him with his precipitated Wen Taowu strategy, taste and taste, and look at the world. What's more, he was born from the creation of heaven and earth, and his intelligence is even more incomparable to that of ordinary immortals. It is not easy to find someone who can do and dare to be his son's master. On the other hand, Bai Bilun lived up to expectations, inherited his father's wisdom and intelligence, and his temperament was calm and not impetuous. However, those who know the emperor know that there is actually another reason, that is, he is not as sticky as Feng Jiu as Ah Li's mother Bai Qian, and when he is interested in what his father taught him, he can often sit for an hour or two to study, such patience, concentration and consciousness are really rare for a little fairy boy of his age. Naturally, the emperor didn't need to drive him out and hand him over to others.

As for Feng Jiu's mind and energy, he mainly focused on the emperor's diet. She went to the Medicine King's Palace, asked for a lot of medicinal food recipes, and changed the way to feed the emperor every day. Occasionally, when staring at the stove, an idea will come to me, and when I go to the mortal world in the future, I can open a medicinal food shop, and maybe I can make a lot of money. However, busy and busy, Feng Jiu felt that they seemed to be the most idle people in the Taichen Palace, because the others seemed to be busier. Every time Chonglin asked the emperor for instructions, it was a gust of wind that came and went, and he didn't delay for a moment. Everyone seems to be like a spinning top, busy with their feet not touching the ground. At first, Feng Jiuyi didn't care too much about the emperor's diet, but after a few days in a row, he couldn't help but wonder a little, could it be that something big happened in the palace? What's the matter with the emperor? Feng Jiu suddenly panicked, she had just lived a few happy days, God wouldn't be so cruel, right?

Thinking of this, she dropped the half-packed grouper in her hand and flew all the way to the porcelain kiln in the backyard. The emperor is teaching the boiling of porcelain. She stared at the emperor blankly, not knowing whether she was running too quickly or didn't come up with something to ask, she just froze there. The emperor looked back at her, saw that her expression was different, walked over and reached out and touched her forehead, "What's wrong?" Running in such a hurry? What's uncomfortable? ”

Feng Jiu shook his head, still staring blankly at the emperor. Suddenly, his eyes turned red. She was afraid. The fear at this moment was only when I learned that the emperor was about to feather. She was afraid that something would happen to the emperor, and she was even more afraid that the emperor would obviously have something, but he didn't want to tell her.

Feng Jiu's appearance made the emperor's eyes flash with confusion, and there was a distressing sense of powerlessness in his heart. He hugged Feng Jiu, frowned and asked, "What happened to you like this?" ”

Feng Jiu's tears flowed out, and she asked with a crying voice, "Are you hiding something from me?" Is there going to be anything big in the Taichen Palace? Why is everyone busy as if they are facing the enemy? ”

The emperor's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was silent for a moment. After a while, he looked into her eyes and said, "Are you crying for this?" ”

Feng Jiu nodded with an aggrieved face. They have experienced so many storms and waves together, life and death, why does the emperor still have something to hide from her?

The emperor raised his eyebrows, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"They're busy because they're planning our wedding."

"Wedding?"

"Well," Donghua stroked her long hair and said softly, "Xiaobai, our wedding is not yet complete." ”

Feng Jiu was stunned. She really didn't think about the wedding.