Although Bi Lanting was curious, seeing that Ah Zhao obviously didn't want to say anything, he obediently shut up.

……

From the moment Hua Yong sent the letter, the whole person fell into a strange situation.

On the one hand, he felt that he was too impulsive.

It's not a good time.

The situation in Great Xia was very tense, and he didn't have much time and mind to spend on personal feelings.

On the other hand, he also knew that at this time, Zhaoyang must be disgusted with himself.

At this time, a letter of concern from herself may not make her happy.

But even with this thought in his heart, after the letter was sent, he always had a sincere longing.

Waiting for news from subordinates.

However, he was destined not to wait.

One day, two days, three days.

He summoned his subordinates, and the news he finally got was only that he couldn't find out the specific situation around the empress.

- In fact, the subordinates didn't dare to say it, and the empress didn't even look at it, and was directly torn to pieces.

Hua Yong was a little lost.

Let's wait for the dust to settle in Great Xia.

When he completely controls the country, he goes to find Ah Zhao.

Whether it's stalking or fighting, it's good to show face.

He would go and ask her for forgiveness.

As long as there is enough time.

He could always wait for the day when she relented.

Hua Yong thought so in his heart.

Time flies.

The old emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, who had been seriously ill for a long time, finally failed to survive.

It's up.

Those princes took advantage of this opportunity to toss again, and were suppressed by Hua Yong.

Immediately after that, he was crowned emperor.

It's been a busy time.

He was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and he didn't even sleep for two hours a day.

The decree has been given.

The first emperor has been buried in the imperial mausoleum.

The enthronement ceremony is scheduled for ten days later.

The matter was finally over, and Hua Yong was also relieved.

His face was a little pale.

Originally, the body was not particularly good, and this period of time was exhausting, which was really not very good.

After he had slept well, he sat down in the imperial study and painted a picture.

The painting is a beauty.

She combines the glamorous charm of a woman with the dashing style of a man.

Hua Yong gently stretched out his hand and touched the face of the person on the painting.

He moves carefully, as if there is not a painting in front of him, but the woman he loves.

"Zhaoyang. After a while, I'll go to Suzaku to find you. ”

"When the time comes, no matter how angry you are and how much you blame me, I will bear it. Just ......"

As long as you, I just ask you, can forgive me.

However, he probably didn't have to wait a while.

Even, Ah Zhao didn't need his apology.

Seven days before the enthronement ceremony.

Hua Yong arranged for Suzaku to send news to his subordinates: Empress Suzaku is about to get married.

"What?" Hua Yong's hand, who was reviewing the folds, trembled.

The red pen in his hand pointed out several red dots.

But Hua Yong didn't care at all.

He stared at the man and asked, word by word, "What did you just say?" Who wants to get married? ”

The subordinate was drenched in cold sweat on his back, staring at the pressure and whispering, "It's the Vermilion Bird Empress who is about to get married......"

"Impossible!" Hua Yong shouted.

"What false news are you asking about! Aren't you afraid that I will treat you and deceive the king? ”

"Your Majesty." The subordinate fell to his knees.

"What a prudent thing the empress's wedding is, the news that the court personally dispersed, now, the people of the entire Vermilion Bird Dynasty know it!"

It means I'm not lying.