The capital of the Tianzhao Dynasty

The Tianzhao Dynasty, which has been 80 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, has been a prosperous era of Qingping under the hard work of the monarchs of all dynasties.

The city wall of a hundred zhang high is majestic, surrounded by the jundu, and the soldiers are arranged on the city wall in an orderly manner, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, all of which are solemnly waiting.

The thick red iron gate slowly opened, and the elite guards rushed out, standing in two rows, stretching for hundreds of miles, from the city gate to the palace.

Qinghe lifted the curtain in the car to peek, in addition to the guards on both sides of the road, the guards behind the car also followed the rear of the car, neat and orderly, and the sandalwood frame was surrounded on three sides.

This battle.... It's so inhuman to go home, it's just.... How is it a bit like an escort!

Turning around, he looked at Prince Zhao with some confusion, the other party was closing his eyes and recuperating, maybe ...... Let's get used to it.

Outside the main gate of the palace, the frame stopped, and the wind did not get off the frame, and the ice blue silk brocade was elegant, which was even more cold.

waved back the eight steps that had been waiting by the side in the morning, and walked straight to the palace, accompanied by sixteen palace people behind him.

"The royal pomp is too exaggerated, can you use eight steps to carry it in a few steps?"

This is the idea of Qinghe when he saw the step.

However, when he walked to the door of the Heart Cultivation Palace, Qing He overturned his idea just now! Because, it's too far!

In the meantime, you need to go through five halls, eighteen steps, and three corridors!

"It's so far, I don't know how to sit in a sedan chair!" Qing He, who was out of breath, followed behind Feng Buqi and muttered quietly.

A faint whimper came from inside the hall, which became clearer as it approached. Following the wind, Qinghe gradually quickened his pace.

In the palace of nourishing the heart, there is a large dragon bed in the middle, a screen-type bed surrounded by red sandalwood hollow carvings on three sides, four five-clawed golden dragon bed pillars, and a bright yellow bed curtain is scattered.

On the side of the dragon bed sat a concubine with a bright face and rich clothes, sobbing with a handkerchief.

The wind in the hall is not a piece of clothing, and he kneels on one knee.

"Son, see my father!"

Hearing the voice, the dragon bed trembled and stretched out a "dragon claw"

"Zhao ..... Illustrious... Child..... cough cough cough .... You....... Come here...."

The concubine on the side suddenly lifted her breath and cried even more sadly!

Feng Buqi frowned, walked to the bed, and gently lifted the bed curtain.

"What is the illness of my father?" The wind does not lock his eyebrows.

"None.... cough cough cough ...... No problem...... The widow just misses Zhao'er too much! Overthinking! cough cough cough cough ..... "Emperor Tianzhao looked sickly, with a smear of white silk on his forehead.

"Ahh Emperor! Woo!! His Royal Highness King Zhao, Your Majesty is suffering from wind chill and dysentery.... And smallpox!! Three complications! Woowoo!! The concubine on the side howled even louder!

The sickly-looking emperor here suddenly froze and glared at the concubine who was crying miserably.

Feng Buqi raised his eyebrows: "Smallpox? .... Three complications? In this case, the father and the emperor are resting, and the sons and daughters will not bother! ”

"Zhao'er! Zhao'er! ......”

didn't care how the emperor called him behind him, and he didn't have to go back.

"Humph!! Worse than useless! Forget about the exaggerated acting! What's going on with smallpox?!! Smallpox or not! Blind people can see it!! Go down, go down!! "The emperor, who was still sick, would reprimand the concubine on the side with an angry face.

"Huh? Woo, didn't Your Majesty say that you want to say it again...."The concubine on the side was aggrieved and cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain.

Emperor Tianzhao didn't care about her, took off his forehead, and walked to the side to remove his makeup!

Feng Buqi, who walked to the door, glanced at the steps waiting on the side, paused, and glanced at Qinghe, who was full of anticipation. The corners of the mouth hooked.

Just as Qinghe wished, the wind was not on the move!

It's just that! And not hers!