Although Feng Qi had never seen him, he had heard a lot of rumors about him. When he saw this man, only a word appeared in his heart.

Humble and a heart of ice.

It may have been prosperous, and it was followed, admired, worshipped like a god by the world.

But after the prosperity comes to nothingness.

The humble mind has never changed, but the fireworks and dazzling light in the world in my eyes have long been buried in the long river of time, without a trace.

A person who becomes a high priest must have no desires and no desires, perhaps this is also his destiny in this life.

Feng Qi closed his eyes and smiled faintly: "I once admired Daqi for a long time, but now I can see it with my own eyes, which is the true respect."

Respect is not because of his talent and wisdom that was once circulated, but because he can still maintain a heart of Bingxin in the midst of the light and the vast hatred.

In such a big world, there are not many people who can let go of fame and fortune, and even fewer people who can let go of hatred. But when these two have both, they can let go of both, they are truly rare.

Nangong Hao didn't say anything, but just smiled lightly, then saluted the queen, and turned back to the priest's hall.

"Do you and your wife want to stroll around Tiandu City?" Jiuqing said, "I can do my best to the friendship of the landlord."

"The City of Tiandu may be more prosperous than my heaven, but in essence they are almost the same." Feng Qi smiled faintly, "The emperor's feet are all powerful and powerful, and there is nothing to visit. I would rather develop feelings for my queen."

As soon as this said, Lin Yue glared at him fiercely, "Pay attention to your image."

It's really embarrassing that the different time and space are coming.

Feng Qi raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with my image?"

"Your Majesty Ye is a very good image." Jiu Qing chuckled, "Since that's the case, then I won't force it and go back to the palace."

The four of them took a car back to the palace. Feng Qi and Linyue returned to the Chaoyang Palace where they lived. Jiuqing originally planned to summon his ministers to Qinzheng Hall, but Ye Jin helped to hold her back: "Did you forget what day you are today?"

Jiuqing looked at him in confusion, "What day?"

"The day of routinely taking the pulse." Ye Jin glanced at her, "Doctor Qingxuan should be waiting in Fenghuan Palace at this time."

Her Majesty the Empress is pregnant, but who is the major matters that affect the entire court, including court officials, imperial physicians, and royal relatives? Although Jiuqing is very healthy, it is essential for the imperial physician to ask for a pulse after he has decided to take the pulse.

Jiuqing also remembered when she heard this. Without ignoring Ye Jin's intention, the two of them went straight back to Fenghuan Palace.

As expected, as Ye Jin expected, the young imperial physician Qing Xuan was standing outside the palace waiting. When he saw the two of them coming back, he respectfully stepped forward and saluted: "See Your Majesty, and see the Emperor."

"Flat." Jiuqing walked into the palace gate and headed towards Jinhua Palace.

After entering the palace to take the pulse, Jiuqing suddenly remembered something very important but seemed to have been completely ignored by her. She turned to Ye Jin and looked at him with her expression as if she was pondering.

Ye Jin was a little strange. He was about to speak, but Qingxuan said, "Your Majesty's pulse is stable, the fetal position is normal, and the baby is growing very well."

Ye Jin nodded when he heard this. After Qing Xuan took his leave, he finally couldn't help but say to Jiu Qing: "Qinger, what are you thinking?"

Jiuqing held his cheek and said thoughtfully: "I'm thinking, you have been crowned as the Emperor for so long, and it seems that you don't have a single palace of your own yet?"

Ye Jin was stunned when he heard this.

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Chapter completed!