The death of the princess is a big deal for the people in the Xianwang Mansion.

Even if he was guilty, there would be no laughter in the mansion for several days.

Jinheyuan has been thinking of paying respects recently, so many of them are so impatient that Zhou Yun feels impatient.

When there was no one, Zhou Yun said to Shi Qiu:

"Look at this backyard, there are more people serving in this yard than in this concubine."

She was the royal mansion that Fu Yun and the crown queen entered during the second draft.

People like Liu and Xu all entered the palace during the first draft.

If you have more talent shows like this in the future, the so-called Three Thousand Beauties will probably be no problem.

Shi Qiu smiled embarrassedly. It would be fine for the empress to say this kind of words to the master, but she didn't dare to answer.

Although these things are annoying, Zhou Yun ordered them not to come again, and it was much more pure.

But Fu Yun has become busy recently and often no one sees him.

Zhou Yun knew that he was checking Fu Mian's hiding place recently, and did not disturb him with the matter in the mansion.

Very understanding.

Just when Zhou Yun was worried that Fu Mian would rekindle the chaos, a sudden news came from the palace, which shocked Zhou Yun.

——The emperor is seriously ill and bedridden.

When Shi Qiu passed the news in, Liu was talking to Zhou Yun in Jinheyuan.

Both of them showed a look of shock.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but stand up and stared at Shi Qiu: "What did you say?"

Shi Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"The morning court has come to an end this morning, and the news that the emperor was lying in bed has spread throughout Chang'an City."

Zhou Yun suddenly pinched his palms, and his eyes were obscure and changed constantly.

Such a coincidence?

Everyone knows that the prince’s death is gone. Even if Fu Mian is still alive, no emperor personally admits it. The princes today will never recognize him as the prince who was buried in the imperial tomb.

At this time, the emperor was seriously ill. Even if Fu Mian wanted to return to the court, how could King Zhuang and Prince agree?

With a turbulent thought, Zhou Yun noticed that Shi Qiu gave her a wink. Zhou Yun immediately came back to her senses and looked at Liu: "You go back first."

A piece of news also made Liu confused, nodded and retreated with great worries.

After Liu left, Zhou Yun frowned and looked at Shi Qiu.

"What's going on?"

Shi Qiu approached her, looked around and whispered, and said sternly: "Aunt Fuling has sent a message that the Empress does not matter how much it is, and the prince must not return to the palace!"

Zhou Yun's mind suddenly buzzed.

At this time, Aunt Fuling sent a message, even though she didn't say anything, she only told Fu Mian about it.

But she had to think more.

How much does the Emperor’s serious illness have to do with his aunt?

Zhou Yun's lips trembled for a moment, as if she was escaping, she was afraid to think about this problem.

After a long time, Zhou Yun tried to calm down.

She stroked her forehead with some distress. She wanted to ask Fu Mia to return to the palace, but no one knew where Fu Mia was now.

Zhou Yun pursed her lips, and for a long time, she whispered to Shi Qiu:

"After later, you send a message back home..."

Regardless of whether the emperor's serious illness is related to his aunt, Aunt Fuling is right, the urgent thing now is to not let Fu Mia return to the palace!

At the same time in the palace.

In Jujiao Palace, Poria poured all the pieces of powder into the brazier and watched helplessly as the powder was burned to pieces.

The little palace maid knocked on the doorbar and walked in with slight hands:

"Aunt, Your Highness entered Qiankun Palace."

Fuling nodded slightly, nothing unexpected happened.

The emperor is seriously ill and someone must be punished.

Even if Fu Mia escaped and died, he was not in the palace now, and King Zhuang and King An could not compare with His Highness.

The emperor now has no choice but to Your Highness.

After a long time, Fuling turned around and looked towards the direction of Qiankun Palace. She lowered her eyes in a daze and murmured softly: "Empress, don't worry, I have completed all the things you have told me."

"After this matter, I will go and guard you..."

The emperor was seriously ill and had to be dismissed from the morning court.

On that day, Shen Qingqiu returned from Dali Temple and passed by the Xianwang Mansion, Zhu Ce handed him a cup of tea and had to sigh: "This Xianwang is like God is helping him."

Who would have thought that the emperor was so sick that he asked the wise king to take advantage of the reign of the country.

Shen Qingqiu calmly withdrew his gaze:

"There has never been a good luck or coincidence in this world for no reason."

But it's all carefully calculating.

Zhucadine didn't dare to think about the profound meaning in the adult's words.

When a cup of hot tea was about to cool down, he finally arrived at Chen Mansion. Shen Qingqiu was helped off the carriage by Zhuca and said, "Sir, please wait."

Shen Qingqiu nodded slightly. He has been thinking these days, if he were Fu Mian, where would he hide?

The Xianwang Mansion is now strictly guarded. Fu Miangang left the Xianwang Mansion and would never hide in the Xianwang Mansion.

He has been with Fu Mian for many years. He knew all the dark spots in Chang'an City and had checked them several times, but there was no trace of Fu Mian.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Zhu Cesium saw it: "Sir, have a headache again?"

He pursed his lips, and since the prince fell, he was tired of Dali Temple affairs and often felt a headache.

Sometimes Zhucashi would think that if it were in the past, it would be that His Royal Highness had come to visit the adults long ago, so that he would not be tired.

But now, no one will say this to the adults again.

Shen Qingqiu waved his hand and pressed the coughing sound, and he said, "...it's nothing."

His life was originally picked up, but now he is just surviving.

I just hope to do something for that person.

It’s better to repay that kindness.

Zhu Ce did not dare to take it lightly, so he helped him into the dormitory, before letting go, and said worriedly: "Sir, should I go and ask a doctor in the palace?"

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly, and he shook his head:

"No need, you go back, I'll take a rest."

Zhu Ce knew his temper and dared not persuade him anymore. She sighed in her heart, turned around and exited the room, and closed the door.

Shen Qingqiu fell on the bed, his headache was about to break, but he only pursed his lips and said nothing about it.

His breathing was heavy, and it took him a little while before he gradually became lighter.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the door was gently pushed open, as if someone had walked in.

Shen Qingqiu frowned almost imperceptibly, and the familiar ambergris came from the tip of his nose. He was stunned and suddenly opened his eyes: "Why are you here?"

In front of the bed, Fu Mia stood there slowly, raised his eyebrows lightly, with a gentle smile on his face. He did not answer his question, but said: "I heard that Zi'an is looking for the whereabouts of his own people recently?"

Shen Qingqiu held his hands tightly.

Fu Mianguang looked at him and laughed. He sat down slowly. He said, "I have been alone for so many years. I have been so sad about Zi's heart. "

Sometimes Fu Mian can't figure it out.

He picked up Shen Qingqiu from refugees and brought it to Chang'an City.

It can be said that everything Shen Qingqiu has given him now, whether it is status, power, or life.

Shen Qingqiu is not an ungrateful person either.

But Shen Qingqiu was also the first person to betray him.

Shen Qingqiu lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Suddenly, Fu Mian looked up and saw the veins on his forehead bulging. He guessed something. He reached out and pressed Shen Qingqiu's forehead, and whispered softly: "Is there a headache again?"

In an instant, Shen Qingqiu's whole body froze. The next moment, he waved Fu Mian's hand away and repeated his question coldly: "How could you be here?"
To be continued...