"Woke up, finally woke up, scared to death mourning home, these five days are really scared to death mourning family......"

In the Shoukang Palace, the haggard Queen Mother Hua snuggled on the soft couch, and her spirit that had been tense for five days finally relaxed.

"The Queen Mother is relieved, Jin'er and Suyi have already gone to Changle Palace to see it, and Doctor Wen said that the concubine only needs to recuperate for a few days, and there will be no more major problems in a short time."

Yan Jin'er smiled and spoke, kneeling on the couch with Hua Suyi to comfort the Queen Mother.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Tiandajiao's assassination was a month ago. But for the Empress Dowager Hua, who experienced all this and almost lost her nephew's hand, the shadow is indescribable.

She would wake up in the middle of the night, suddenly feel depressed, and get sick every once in a while......

Her mental state is sometimes good and sometimes bad, so in the face of Xiao Xiruo's five-day coma and almost going to the incident, in addition to thinking about the Hua family, she also has an inexplicable cold lip and teeth......

"It's okay aunt, it's okay ......"

Holding her aunt's hand, Hua Suyi's tone was as gentle as possible.

Finally, Empress Dowager Hua slowly calmed down in fright, and began to inquire about the preparations for the reception banquet and the hunt in Mingqiu Mountain, as well as where the Beiyi mission had traveled.

As the two major events to welcome the envoy this time, the reception banquet and the hunting in Mingqiu Mountain have the shadow of the Ministry of Etiquette.

Among them, the reception banquet is hosted by the Ministry of Rites, and everything is according to the highest specifications of the Dayan banquet, so that the people of Beiyi must see the power of Dayan.

"Aunt rest assured, my father ordered the officials of the Ministry of Rites to draw up a list of participants yesterday, and the post can be sent to the house of every participating official the day after tomorrow."

There are also delicious food and wine, beautiful songs and dances, great country rewards, etc., Hua Qingpine can be said to do everything himself, for fear of a little mistake.

"As for the hunting side, Lord Yao Zhong Yao and Lord Chen Shiduo Chen of the patrol camp have already gone to deploy the defense, and the materials transported by the household department are still on the way, presumably when the envoys come to Beijing, everything should be ready."

"Seven days to come?"

At the same time, in the palace of King Qi, Feng Qi was clasping his hands on his hips, discussing with his uncle and others to personally welcome the Beiyi mission, and then arrange for them to stay in the post house.

"I didn't expect those barbarians to be so able to run, and they ran half of my Dayan map in a few days. How? Just in such a hurry to see our splendid mountains and rivers? ”

Licking his back molars, Feng Qi finally made a decision under the Zhengyang Gate of Zhuque Street, with the patrol battalion on both sides of the line, and he personally met the third prince of Beiyi.

Garuda, right?

Divine birds, huh?

This king wants to see how high you can fly!

In the early morning of the next day, the hundred officials went to court again.

They hadn't seen the emperor for five days, and the emperor used to be attached to the Hua family, and he was a big banner that couldn't be pulled. That's why he only came to the last court in three days, and the ministers were not surprised.

Later, the emperor broke with the Hua family, and the number of times in the last dynasty also changed from three days to one day in the early days of the Dayan Dynasty.

Although he sat on it and listened to people quarreling, he had no real power, but the emperor should still be there.

Recently, I have even opened my mouth in a few quarrels, which has influenced the decision-making of several major events to a certain extent.

Until five days ago......

The concubine is critically ill.

I can't go up, I can't go to the imperial study, and I don't even go back to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The courtiers didn't know if he was pretending or really trapped, in short, he was a little unaccustomed to it, and he didn't even quarrel so hard.

Okay, they just got the news yesterday, the concubine has woken up, and her body is fine, their emperor should come back to listen to their quarrel, right?

Not really!

When they stood up in the court, what they saw was still the eunuch Shen Mian who was smiling so toothless.

Let's go, let's go......

He resigned for the concubine again.

Half an hour later, Shen Mian, who had seen the officials leave, sighed, and his smiling face suddenly became gloomy.

At such a critical moment when the situation is turbulent, this group of people feels that it is better for their lord to be a faint king than to know that the lord is delirious......

In the dormitory of the Heart Cultivation Palace, the young man was dressed in white, and his hair was like brocade and green silk. With deep peach blossom eyes and a delicate and charming jawline, he is superior, regardless of temperament or appearance, one in a million, and it is natural.

At this moment, he was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, his jade fingers brushing over the folds, turning page after page.

This seemed to be no different from usual, until Wen Susu walked to the bed with the decoction and said in a warm voice:

"Lord, it's time for you to drink your medicine."

Crow-like eyelashes slowly drooped, Feng Wuyan glanced at the medicine bowl on the tray, frowned, and said:

"No need, I remember I had already taken the medicine."

Wen Susu paused, and then asked, "When did it happen?" ”

"Just now," Feng Wuyan seemed to think about it, and then said very naturally: "The little sick ghost gave me food, she said that if I don't take medicine, she will be afraid ......"

Hearing this, Wen Susu's hand holding the tray shook, and a pair of eyes turned red with a brush.

After a while, she asked in a choked voice:

"Master...... Mother, is she here too? Why didn't the subordinates see it? ”

Seeing Wen Susu say this, Feng Wuyan immediately lowered his eyebrows, and said in a slightly cold tone:

"You put down the medicine and go out, just have her here with me."

“…… Be. ”

Putting the tray in his hand on the table, Wen Susu watched the young man close the fold in his hand, and looked at his side with a gentle expression.

Wen Susu still remembers that it was the place where the little concubine came to the Heart Cultivation Hall to take care of the lord for a few days, and she liked to sit the most.

But now?

There's nothing there......

Walking out of the dormitory in silence, Wen Susu shook her head weakly at Shen Mian who was guarding outside, and then wiped away her tears and walked towards Changle Palace alone.

Along the way, Wen Susu was wondering if she had fulfilled her promise to her master, and whether she had really taken care of them like an older sister.

At the beginning, she wanted to push the little concubine to Feng Yehan, because the little concubine was kind to the owl clan, and she wanted the little concubine to like a normal person, not to fall into the trap of their lord step by step because of her emotional dullness.

Because once you step in, it's hard to get out.

She pretended to be great, as if everything was moral, true to character......

But only she knows that she also has selfish motives.

She didn't want the lord to fall deeper and deeper into this matter, so that she would be implicated by the little concubine......

Ordinary people are still vulnerable in the face of weakness, let alone people like their lord?

But it's just that a person like their lord who is deeply trapped in nightmares, hysteria, and visions has met a noble concubine who is dying and may leave this world at any time.

What will happen to the Lord once something happens to her?

Wen Susu had thought about many results, and now she had the answer, well, the one she was most worried about.

Nightmares, hysteria, hallucinations......

When the illusion appears, the Lord is not far from the madness.