Chapter 633: After the blackening of the prince

Open a memorial.
At the end of the year, Yu Wang wanted to enter the holy face of Jing.
There is still so long, so anxious to say what to do?
Feng Wei wrote a "quasi" word.
Next.
The governor of Guangdong Province said that in the early months of the province, Fuzhou had a heavy rain for two months, which affected the harvest and played...
Feng Wei: The governor of Fuzhou has already come to the newspaper. You are a provincial governor, what is the matter of governing people in Fushun?
Next.
......
Feng Wei looked up at the distraction of most of the trivial things, while thinking in his heart: Do not know if the mother called the doctor? Is it hard to be uncomfortable? Can there be fever?
Thinking about it...
He put the pen in his hand and got up.
Go to his restraint!
When he heard the news of his driving, Azhao was leaning on the bed.
She wore plain white clothes, wrapped her rabbit fur short cloak on her shoulders, and her hair was loosely bundled with a hair band. She was half-closed and listened to a palace man in Fuhua Palace.
That's right.
Because the head is a little dizzy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ more uncomfortable, she thought of such a way.
When Feng Qi entered the temple, he saw that A Zhao was quite relaxed.
His heart has been laid down most of the time.
But soon his brow wrinkled: "The weather is cold. Since the mother is unwell, why is it still open? How do you serve?"
This sentence succeeded in letting the palace of the Man Temple collapse.
Azhao: "..."
She recruited to let Feng Qi sit down and let the extra palace people back.
And insisted that the insider who wants to close the window retreat.
"Don't close the window," she said.
Feng Wei looked at her disapprovingly.
Azhao said: "There is a dragon in this temple. It is not cold at all. If it is closed, it is very boring."
Feng Wei looked at her, A Zhao face is small, and now it is wrapped in a furry fur of this rabbit fur cloak, it is even more petite and exquisite.
Feng Qi eyes: "Since it is not cold, how can you suffer from cold after the mother?"
Azhao: "..."
Seeing that she did not speak, Feng Wei called the palace man waiting for the chamber to come in.
"Why, how can you get cold after the mother?"
The palace man squatted on the ground, and did not dare to look up at the eyes of his own master, the Queen Mother, and all of them were explained.
It turned out that yesterday, a cold plum blossomed in Fuhua Palace.
Azhao disliked the outside and was reluctant to go out. He sat at the window and enjoyed it for a while.
She was dressed thinly in the temple, and the window wind was not cold at the time. When the dinner was served, the scorpion began to feel some pain. When I went to bed at night, it began to heat up.
After listening to the reason, Feng Qi looked cold and cold: "The palace man of Fuhua Palace, is this the way to take care of the Queen Mother?"
It seems to be angered.
A Zhao quickly let people back, softened the voice: "They persuaded me, I did not listen to dissuasion, you don't anger others."
Feng Wei looked at her, and the tone was still a bit cold: "I didn't take care of the master, it was their dereliction of duty."
A Zhao whispered: "It's a little cold..."
"Small cold?" Feng Qi raised his voice, faintly with three-point anger.
He is really angry.
Angry, she doesn't value her body at all.
Azhao: "..."
Although she did feel that it was really a small problem to stop modernity as a small cold, it did not affect her perception that the mood was not right at the moment.
He is also good for himself after all.
Can't hit it.
Got it.
So Azhao softened his voice: "Your Majesty, I really have nothing to do, don't worry too much."
Feng Qi did not respond.
A Zhao reached out and pulled his sleeves.

Feng Wei: I was originally prepared to let go, and my mother actually came to pull my sleeves! If you stretch it again, isn’t it... oh.
2 more.
See you tonight.