In the imperial palace and in the imperial study, white smoke rose in the incense burner, as if there were a few suppressed coughs.

Eunuch Yang raised his head worriedly.

The emperor flipped the memorial, his eyes were heavy, but he seemed a little stagnant.

After a few coughs, his face became more and more sick. His hands, who were turning the memorial, shook lightly. Eunuch Yang couldn't help but step forward: "Master, please take a break."

The emperor's folded hand paused for a moment: "Stop?"

Over the past period of time, more than one person has told him that he has rested for a while.

Eunuch Yang was silent and dared not say anything more.

The older this person is, the more distracting he has in his heart, and the more things he wants.

The palace was silent for a moment, and the emperor finally put down the memorial, he asked:

"Can the murderer who murdered the prince be investigated?"

Eunuch Yang shook his head: "No."

This result was not beyond the expectations of the emperor.

If it can be found out, who would dare to take this action?

After a moment, he shook his head and said, "My children have grown up after all, and sometimes, even I can't see through it."

Eunuch Yang dared not answer this sentence, so he lowered his head and lowered it.

The emperor glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"My little emperor grandson is about to be full moon, and he is the eldest grandson of the emperor after all. Please put all the wise kings and the others back."

Eunuch Yang looked up in surprise, and he put it back?

Nothing was found yet.

After saying that, the emperor sat down at his desk and ignored Eunuch Yang.

Eunuch Yang thought for a while and sighed.

The prince has already turned in. If he really checks down, he may have to pay another prince to go in.

Even the emperor may not be able to bear the opportunity to send a black-haired man.

After Eunuch Yang left, the emperor stopped his movements. He raised his head, leaned on the chair tiredly, and raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Pei Shi did not find An Hu Order in the Xianwang Mansion.

Where is Anhu Order?

Ayue, did you really hide it?

If it was you... the emperor smiled bitterly.

I have been trapped in you for decades, so you will not be able to find anything in my life.

It's really like you.

It was too late for Zhou Yun to get the news that Fu Yun was about to return home.

She was still in the confinement period and was responsible for many things in the mansion, but in just a few days she was very exhausted.

When Fu Yun stepped into Jinheyuan, Zhou Yun was lying on the soft couch for a nap.

The warm sun was reflected on her face, her skin was like cream, and she was only tired. A strand of black hair fell on the corner of her mouth, shaking gently with the wind.

Fu Yun stopped and walked towards her lightly after a moment.

As soon as he made a move, the woman frowned and struggled to wake up, impatient and irritable: "What's the matter?"

Before I woke up, I mumbled first.

This scene made Fu Yun pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he hand over the mansion to her?

She is not well yet, how can she be tired?

Zhou Yun opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Fu Yun standing in front of her couch with a slightly dark face. He was immediately shocked and opened his eyes wide: "Have you come back?"

She was about to get up, but Fu Yun stopped her, pressed her shoulder, pressed her down, and said in a deep voice: "I'm back, you can rest for a while."

Zhou Yun was stunned, and then she raised her head high: "If I can't maintain my body well, I will be all right!"

The warm sun in August is just right, reflecting the beauty's eyebrows and eyes as poetry and paintings.

There are always people who say that they act coquettishly.

Fu Yun lowered his head and looked at her for a while, turned his head, curled the corner of his mouth, and then flicked her forehead, scolding her: "Nonsense."

How could it not be well maintained? Even if countless precious medicinal materials are provided, he would not have told her that there was a slightest misfortune.

Zhou Yun sat down and looked at Fu Yun with his face.

Fu Yun was uncomfortable when she saw him, and raised his hand to touch his nose, but Zhou Yun said in confusion: "Why didn't you change much when you go to Dali Temple?"

In a word, the ambiguous and warm atmosphere in the room suddenly disappeared.

Fu Yun blew his breath in his chest and asked in anger: "So, according to you, how embarrassed should I be to be worthy of this trip to Dali Temple?"

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Zhou Yun smiled embarrassedly.

Fu Yun's love was a lot of distracted by her, annoyed her:

"I heard nothing."

Zhou Yun curled his lips, rolled his eyes at him without any trace, and muttered in a low voice: "I want to hear good things, why do you think I'm here?"

This whisper was no less than saying it in Fu Yun's ear, and Fu Yun could hear it clearly.

Before he could feel so angry, Zhou Yun blinked and changed the topic:

"I haven't returned home for a few days, are you thinking of Jin'er?"

In her words, Jin'er was the nickname she gave herself, meaning Meiyu. In her heart, her children were very good compared to Meiyu.

Fu Yun glanced at her.

Otherwise, as soon as he returned to his house, he would come straight to Jinheyuan?

He didn't say that, but Zhou Yun obviously read this meaning from his eyes, and immediately kicked him with annoyance: "Since it was for Jin'er, just go directly to the side room, why bother me to have a dream?"

Fu Yun grabbed her ankle, told her not to move, and frowned and scolded her:

"Is your body better? Just make a fuss like this?"

Zhou Yun bit his lip and thrust his legs, not willing to pay attention to him: "Whether good or bad, what's the matter with me?"

Fu Yun let her go, picked up the brocade quilt on the side to cover her, lowered his head and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with me, so who else has anything to do with?"

A light sentence made Zhou Yun stunned, and turned his back and muttered: "I always say good things to coax me."

Fu Yun lowered his eyes and shook his head silently.

He should say this.

She always says a few nice words to coax him when she can always use him.

In addition, would you like to hear something soft and gentle about her?

Fu Yun said coldly in his heart.

It was not until Zhou Yun fell asleep again that Fu Yun got up and went to the side room.

Jin'er was wrapped in a swaddle and was placed in a cradle. Perhaps she had just eaten, and stared at Fu Yun with her dark eyes open.

Fu Yun stroked his cheek, and suddenly, his little man blinked his eyes, almost carved out like his mother.

Before Fu Yun could think about it, he saw the little man crying out.

Fu Yun was in a hurry and took his hand back. He seemed a little panicked, and soon calmed down. He looked out and saw that there was something moving, he breathed a sigh of relief and frowned: "What's going on?"

The nanny hurriedly said, "Don't worry, the little master may just be a little unfamiliar with the prince."

Fu Yun's face froze.

strangeness?

He glanced at the little man who was screaming.

He came to see this villain every day before, but after a few days, he became a stranger?

It's really like his mother, a little ungrateful wolf.

Fu Yun hurried back to the house, got angry, and left in a hurry.

After Zhou Yun woke up, he learned about the side room and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Shi Qiu hurriedly protected her and couldn't help but say something to the prince: "Empress, the little master forgot about the prince, why are you so happy? If the prince saw it, he would be angry."

Zhou Yun smiled with his eyebrows, curled his lips, and said:

"I deserve it."

Shi Qiu had no choice but to say, "I will have to teach my little master to recognize the prince in the future."
To be continued...