"I'm old, I'm just a year old, you see, I have gray hair."

The chief eunuch rolled his eyes, figured out the emperor's thoughts, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, you are diligent and love the people, and you work so hard for state affairs, and having a monarch like you is really a blessing for the people of our Yan Kingdom!" ”

Emperor Yan chuckled: "You slippery head...... Speaking of Fukuzawa, the eldest princess's illness has not yet recovered? ”

The massage of the chief eunuch's subordinates did not stop: "The envoy of the imperial hospital has personally gone to see it, and I heard that the eldest princess is only recovering slowly, and she has already seen it, and it is estimated that she will be completely cured in a few days." ”

Emperor Yan waved his hand.

"It's not a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have passed on my edict so that the Tai Hospital will not be stingy, and send a few precious medicinal materials in the library to the Changning Palace, so that the eldest princess must recover before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The girl is the "lucky star" in the hearts of the people of Yan Kingdom, and she must show people with a good spirit for such an important ceremony as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The chief eunuch shook off the dust in his hand, hunched his waist and was about to deliver the decree.

Emperor Yan suddenly thought of the reason for the eldest princess's illness this time.

He called the chief eunuch: "What about the Jiang Guo proton?" What's going on? ”

"A few days ago, the maids under the eldest princess competed with Proton, and the guards who accompanied him said that Proton was beaten and vomited blood, and he didn't come out of the door for the past few days, probably recuperating."

"Handmaiden? The ones that the Huo family sent to the palace? The family of military generals is different. ”

The emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor spoke indifferently, and he couldn't hear joy and anger.

The dust in the eunuch's hand was not shaken off, and he knelt down directly: "The martial artist is reckless, only brute force, how can His Majesty be far-sighted!" ”

"I'm just casually talking, what are you afraid of? Go and preach the message. ”

Emperor Yan raised his eyelids: "Don't go yet?" ”

The man has been on the throne for more than ten years, and his every move has its own majesty.

"Back to Your Majesty, do you want to send more people to watch Jiang Guo's proton?"

After the eldest princess fell ill, few people in the palace dared to go to Qingjiang Palace.

The number of people they are eyeing has also decreased a lot, and they just took this opportunity to ask Your Majesty.

The chief eunuch spat in his heart: The evil star is the evil star.

Emperor Yan picked up the fold in his hand again, and didn't raise his head: "No need, a nine-year-old sick and weak proton, what kind of storm can he set off?" ”

—

Fengyan Mountain.

The system Wuhu said twice: "This is the first time that the host has left the palace!" ”

The dew in the mountains is thick, condensing a fresh coldness, mixed with the faint fragrance of vegetation and grass.

The system seems to be able to smell the good mountain air through its electronic nose.

Wen Yao got into the royal carriage that came to Fengyan Mountain early in the morning.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the most important ceremonies of the year in the Yan Kingdom, and all members of the royal family, the ministers of the Yan Kingdom and their families have to worship on Fengyan Mountain to pray for peace and prosperity at the end of the year.

She got up early, had a long journey, and had been dozing in the carriage on the way here.

At this time, seeing the good scenery of Fengyan Mountain, most of the sleepiness was dispersed.

The golden chrysanthemum that was in full bloom fluttered in the wind, and Wen Yao remembered a poem she had read in a textbook in the modern world-

"The world is full of fragrant flowers in September, and the chrysanthemums in the mountain temple are in full bloom."

System: Well adapted host!

Never mind it, it's the host's number one machine, boasting about its cute host.

The girl sniffed the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

It would be better if the pieces were there.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the priestly ritual of Yan Kingdom, and Jiang Ziyuan, a proton from another country, naturally stayed in Qingjiang Hall and did not come to Fengyan Mountain.