"This king will naturally do it, and Mengdie will recuperate with peace of mind. After King Yun finished speaking, he humbly comforted Zhuang Mengdie a few words, and instructed the palace maid to serve Her Majesty the Empress well before sending someone to Zhuang Feiyu's mansion to keep an eye on him, and he also got up and prepared to go home.

Quietly listening to the sound of King Yun's footsteps gradually disappearing, until she couldn't hear it at all, Zhuang Mengdie waited for a while, and after confirming that King Yun had completely left, she slowly opened her eyes.

Zhuang Mengdie's crystal-clear eyes had a complicated expression, and now, Zhuang Feiyu was about to face a big disaster, but she couldn't help him. She, the empress of Tianxuan Kingdom, who is subject to people, is a puppet emperor who can't leave the palace at all when she is sick at the moment, and the only thing she can do is to let King Yun send someone to Zhuang Feiyu's mansion to keep an eye on her.

She didn't know if Lin Yuanxiao's successful escape from Empress Zhuang's tomb had something to do with Zhuang Feiyu, but if it really had nothing to do with it, then Lin Yuanxiao would probably find out that Zhuang Feiyu and himself teamed up to deal with Zhuang Fuyao and then attack him, if it was related, then King Yun would take this opportunity to get rid of him sooner or later.

I don't know if the second emperor brother said that he was sick and closed his door, if he was really sick? Knowing that he was deeply affectionate to himself, but he still said these words to hurt his heart, Zhuang Mengdie was worried about Zhuang Feiyu's condition, but he was helpless.

Since King Yun had planted eyeliner in Zhuang Feiyu's mansion many years ago, but in the end this chess piece became a waste chess, which shows that Zhuang Feiyu is very clever, with his ability, if King Yun sends someone to keep an eye on the tip of Zhuang Feiyu's mansion, he will definitely find out. In order to be trapped in the dormitory, Zhuang Mengdie, who has completely lost contact with the outside world, can only remind Zhuang Feiyu that his situation is in danger in this way.

As long as he can sense that his situation is in danger, then whether Lin Yuanxiao wants to attack him or King Yun wants to plan to deal with him, Zhuang Mengdie believes that with her understanding of Zhuang Feiyu, he can handle it properly, at least, he will definitely not die because of this.

She owes Zhuang Feiyu too much, so much so that she can't pay it back after spending her whole life. In her already few short lives, the only thing she could do for him was to express her affection for him in her own way.

"Your Majesty, it's not early, but you want to pass the meal? Seeing Zhuang Mengdie leaning on the seat in a daze for a long time, a palace maid finally stepped forward and asked cautiously.

The palace maid didn't know what Zhuang Mengdie was thinking, and she didn't wait for Zhuang Mengdie's instructions for a long time, and she didn't dare to retreat, so she had to wait with her bowed body all the time. From time to time, she quietly peeked at Zhuang Mengdie from the corner of her eye, but saw that Zhuang Mengdie's eyes did not lift, just looking at the ground quietly.

"Well, let's pass the meal. It wasn't until the palace maid's waist was about to go numb that she heard Zhuang Mengdie's words come slowly.

"Yes, the slave and maid will go and prepare. The palace maid hurriedly answered, bowed and was about to retreat, for some reason, the silence and oppression in the dormitory made her feel the urge to flee as soon as possible.

"Wait. The palace maid only took two steps back, and was stopped by Zhuang Mengdie. She had no choice but to pause and cautiously ask again, "What does Your Majesty command?"

After asking this sentence, her whole person became nervous, for fear that Zhuang Mengdie would not say another word for a long time like just now.

However, this time she was too worried, Zhuang Mengdie coughed lightly, rolled up her sleeves, and said lightly: "Send someone to invite Wang Jun to accompany the emperor to have a meal, and I said okay at noon, this emperor can't sweep Wang Jun's interest." "Twelve Literary Network

"Yes, the slave and maid will order someone to invite the king. Although King Yun ordered not to let Zhuang Mengdie leave the palace, and also let idle people come to visit, but he did not restrict Yang Jingyue, Yang Jingyue is Wang Jun after all, and he has just married Zhuang Mengdie, if even he can't see Zhuang Mengdie, if it is spread out, I am afraid that it will attract the suspicion of others, and it will affect Yang Jingyue's reputation.

What's more, not long after Yang Jingyue entered the palace, he clamored to play with Zhuang Mengdie, but was rejected by King Yun on the grounds that Zhuang Mengdie had just ascended the throne and was busy with state affairs, and reassured him that as long as Zhuang Mengdie was free, he would order someone to announce his meeting.

Today, Yang Jingyue got Zhuang Mengdie's invitation to have lunch together, and she was happy, but she was suddenly notified that Zhuang Mengdie had canceled it because of important matters, and he also specially asked people to pass a message to King Yun, and complained for a while, saying that they had been in the palace for a while, not only did Zhuang Mengdie not play with him, but even his father he rarely saw him.

If it was usual, hearing such a rumor, King Yun naturally couldn't see Yang Jingyue's grievances, so he quickly whipped into the palace to see Yang Jingyue. But today he was very upset by Lin Yuanxiao's matter, where could he still care to appease Yang Jingyue.

For this reason, Yang Jingyue also had a childish temper in his palace, and the palace maid who served on weekdays couldn't coax him even when he went into battle.

It wasn't until she heard the news that Her Majesty the Empress was going to invite Wang Jun to dinner with her that the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting for Yang Jingyue breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly prepared to go.

Zhuang Mengdie patiently accompanied Yang Jingyue to dinner, and mentioned the happy days of putting paper kites with him in King Yun's Mansion last time. Speaking of putting paper kites, Yang Jingyue's eyes lit up, just like pulling Zhuang Mengdie to put paper kites together.

Zhuang Mengdie took a few steps forward, and coughed repeatedly.

Now that the day is freezing, the snow outside has not disappeared, and the sky is snowing again after nightfall, in such weather, who will put paper kites, let alone Zhuang Mengdie's weak body.

The palace maids hurriedly stopped Yang Jingyue and persuaded her in a few words. Even if the palace maids didn't persuade her, Yang Jingyue heard Zhuang Mengdie coughing again and again, and realized that she shouldn't be dragged away from the warm dormitory.

"Fluttershy, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jingyue didn't notice that Zhuang Mengdie's inability to move was because of injuries on her body, and before Zhuang Mengdie could figure out how to answer, Yang Jingyue asked the palace maid who had been sitting down with Zhuang Mengdie in her arms at the moment, "What's wrong with her?"

"The king doesn't have to worry, Her Majesty the Empress was too tired a few days ago and contracted the cold, so the slave maid went to fetch a decoction for Her Majesty. After the palace maid finished speaking, she went to see if the decoction for Zhuang Mengdie had been cured.

"Brother Jingyue, why don't we make a few more paper kites, and wait for the next spring, how about Mengdie and Brother Jingyue put paper kites together?" Zhuang Mengdie pulled Yang Jingyue to sit down on the side, looked at him expectantly, and proposed.

Most of the paper kites that Yang Jingyue puts on weekdays are made by himself, and now when he heard Zhuang Mengdie say this, he naturally became interested, and hurriedly ordered several of his palace maids to rush back to his palace and take all the painting paper he made on weekdays.